The bad weather of lightening and cold rain that dark night matched his mood perfectly. "Stupid, naïve, gullible, foolish" were a few of the words that kept coming up in his brain. Bryan had always known that he was out of her league, but time after time Connie would throw him a crumb just after he had promised himself that he wouldn't go back to her. He was pussy-whipped by a pussy he had never tasted or entered. There was only one way to get out from under her control forever. It was about ten feet away from him and over 100 feet straight down. Lovers Leap they called it although no one had ever proved any distraught lover had actually jumped. He congratulated himself because he would be the first documented suicidal lover. Connie had just provided the final incentive that day at school in front of a group of fellow seniors.
"Bryan, I can't go out with you tonight because Johnny and I are going out."
"But Connie, we're engaged. You can't just go out with your old boyfriend when we're engaged."
"Sure, I can. Geez, I can't believe you haven't caught on yet. How many times have I gone back to him? This time was different because I wanted him to get jealous when I told him you and I were engaged. I figured he would ask me to marry him. It worked, so I don't need you anymore. By the way, here's your cheap old ring back."
"But, but . . . you promised we would give yourself to me completely once we were both eighteen. That was last night. I was hoping that tonight . . "
Connie laughed, "Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. You know how I sometimes would rub your little bulge and get you all hot and bothered? I know what you're packing -- you are like AA or AAA battery sized when I'm used to D's. How pathetic. You have been truly delusional to think a hot girl like me would be interested in you."
"But, we've dated off and on for months. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Yeah, it meant I got someone to pay for dinner, movies, and letting Johnny see me with someone else. I can't believe he gets jealous because I go out with you sometimes. Hey, look at it this way. You got to be seen with the best-looking girl in our class a few times. That should give you plenty to masturbate about for years. Now run along and get your tweezers so you can jack off." Her laughter seemed to linger in the air long after she was gone.
Bryan got in his car and started crying while he was driving to Lover's Leap. This was not the first time he came here when she dumped him -- this was just the worst time. He found the flat stone near the edge where he had sat before. The raindrops falling off the end of his nose mixed with his tears and the mucus from his sniffling. Getting soaking wet from the cold, driving rain did not particularly phase him other than to confirm Connie wasn't the only one who wanted to piss on him.
Connie also wasn't the only one who didn't want to really date him. He was usually the last choice for several girls who wanted to go somewhere so much, they would even go with Bryan. He did have a car and money to spend going for him. That had never allowed him to get past second base with a girl until Connie. They had made it all the way to fondling through clothes which had caused him to mess up several pairs of underwear. Tonight was supposed to be the night he would hit a home run. He should have known better. He swore never to be fooled again. He also knew that there was only one way that was going to happen -- to not be alive again to fall for it.
He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff. Only when the lightening flashed could he see the rocks and trees below. An imagined fall was scary. Bryan waivered back and forth on the edge. He was afraid of slipping. Bryan wanted his death to be purposeful and not accidental. Despite the motivation, he was afraid when he saw the distance to where his body would likely fall. He got the idea to close his eyes and just walk forward. Now totally dark with his eyes shut, he replayed what Connie had said to him. He was able to gather enough courage and took the one giant step forward. The expected free fall did not come. He was disappointed.
Instead of falling, he was hanging by one arm. He opened his eyes to see a hand had grabbed his right arm. A strong hand that pulled him back from the brink. He looked up to see a girl, smaller than he was keeping him from falling. In addition, she was beyond beautiful in a dark, sensual way. The girl was thin with long, wavy, coal black hair. For some reason, the word obsidian popped into his brain when he saw her hair glistening in the rain. Her face was like a model: dark red lips, long black eyelashes, black eyebrows with red mascara over the eyelids. Her face was so pretty he barely noticed her perky nipples showing through her silky gown and the clinch of her tight ass. A dark triangle appeared between her legs.
Bryan seemed in a trance. He questioned if this was real. Had he actually fallen, and he was now in the afterlife? How could such a small girl have the strength to pull him back? Had he hit his head and now was dreaming?"
The girl said, "Miranda."
"Huh?"
"Miranda, that's my name."
"Bry- . . "
"Bryan, I know. You can say thanks now."
"Thanks, now."
"Oh, you've recovered enough to be a smartass." She laughed.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand what just happened. I was supposed to have jumped to my death."
"Well, I couldn't let you do that."
"Why not? What business is it of yours? Do you even know me?"
"Yeah, I have been watching you for a while. I was glad when you were selected for me to recruit."
"Selected? Recruited?"
"Yeah, you have been selected for a second chance at life and a first chance at revenge."
"Revenge?"
"Don't you want to get back at Connie and Johnny?"
"How do you know about them? What the Hell! Sure, I want revenge, but what could I do? Johnny is way bigger than me and would beat the tar out of me if I did anything to him or Connie. He's already done that twice before."
"What if I could help you get the power to get your revenge on both of them?"
Bryan laughed, "Sure. What do I have to do? Sell my soul to the devil?" Just then lightning struck nearby sending the hair on Bryan's head and neck straight up. "Holy shit!"
"Your guess is pretty accurate. I have been sent here to offer you a deal. In exchange for your soul, I will help you get the vilest, most gruesome revenge you can imagine. We have until Halloween to complete our task if you agree. What do you say?"
"I say you're some crazy Goth chick who's pranking me. Selling my soul to the devil? That's some stupid old horror story myth." In the next instance, Bryan was once again hanging over the cliff with just Miranda's hand preventing his fall.
"Okay, Bryan. You can go ahead and let go now. This time I won't stop you."
Bryan held on for dear life. "Pull me in. Pull me in. I believe you."
Miranda said, "This is your last chance. I will not be allowed to save you again."
"Okay. Just don't let me die." He was pulled back and stood before Miranda.
"So, are you like a witch or a vampire? Are you about to suck blood out of my neck?"
"No, I'm not a witch or a vampire. Oh, I do plan on sucking something of yours, but it won't be your neck." She explained the conditions of the agreement.
"I do have a question before I agree to your conditions. Why me?"
"Bryan, your soul is very pure, therefore, it is very valued by both Heaven and Hell. I am here to get you to choose to join me in Hell. I have a lot of means of persuasion." Immediately, Bryan's mind was transported into a bed with a naked Miranda. She was sucking on his penis with great force. The urge to ejaculate went from zero to sixty in no time. In a few seconds, Bryan felt himself shooting a huge load into her mouth that gobbled up every drop.
Bryan woke up from his trance with Miranda licking her lips. "Um, you taste good, Bryan boy."
"That . . . that felt so real. Was it?"
