Bethany knew the "Date" was over and she would never see... Brian? Was that his name? Damn she hated blind dates. So, she knew the date was over and that she would never see Brian again as soon as they turned onto her road. Hell, she knew it was over the moment he laid eyes on her. It was just the way he looked at her.
Sure, she was a little chubby, but she was far from fat. And she wasn't a bronze skinned model either, the curse of fair skin goes with the territory of being a red head. After all, wasn't it her father that told her that God thought she was so special that he gave more of her. Of course, father's are supposed to say things like that. That comes with the territory of being a father.
They pulled into the drive, and Brian threw the car into reverse. A definite indication that the night was over.
"Well, I had a good time tonight," She said looking to him and seeing only his silhouette.
"Yeah," he answered back.
Okay, so he didn't like her. No big deal. At least she still had her dignity.
Bethany looked to the house, then turned back to Brian.
"You know," she heard herself saying before she could stop herself. "I will have sex with you if you come in."
Dignity gone.
Brian gave a small giggle and finally turned to her. "Thanks, but I'm good."
Bethany was out of the car as quick as a shot. Fuck grace, she had no dignity left, so what good would grace do her now. Brian was backing out of the drive before Bethany could completely close the door.
"Nice going slut," Bethany said digging her keys out of her pocket.
Two minutes later, Bethany was in the shower. Screw the ritual of turning on the lights and getting clothes to put on after the shower. She felt enough like a loser as it was. Here it was, Friday night, and she was home before 9:00. Just think what the neighbors would say if they knew she was home already.
She stood there naked, relaxing as the hot water beat against her body. The shampoo in her hair flowed down the curve of her back, forking at her buttocks so the suds ran around the curve of her ass.
Just as she stepped forward to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, she heard the creaking of the bathroom door opening. She stood there a moment listening before finally pushing the curtain aside. And there it was.
An empty bathroom. The door still closed.
"You're losing it," she said laughing at herself.
Once out of the shower, Bethany had gone straight up stairs to her bedroom and to bed. Two hours later, she still lay there on her back, naked as the day she was born and watching television. It was late and there was nothing on, so she had a tape playing. It was your typical girl finds boy, girl loses boy, boy makes things right, and they live happily ever after.
Not exactly the kind of movie to watch after the shitty date she had tonight, but at the same time, it gave her a little light of hope. Hope that a girl like her could find love in this world of looks and cosmetic surgery.
And so, there she lay, her large breasts slightly sagging apart, her pooching belly curving just below her line of vision, and her feet split so they wouldn't obscure her view of the television. Her right arm rest on her chest between her breast and her hand rested just above her left breast. Her left hand lay on her left hip, holding the remote aimed at the television.
On the television, the star and starlet of the movie were sharing a long passionate kiss.
Bethany felt her heart race. Then the neatly trimmed patch between her legs started to throb. This wasn't the first time she had felt that throb. She knew exactly what that meant. And as much as she hated it, she knew what she had to do. Women have needs to, just the same as men. And what made things even worse was the fact that Bethany had a very high sex drive, and no man to take care of her "needs".
Slowly, and without her really knowing it was doing it, her left hand slid across her hip to her throbbing crotch. She was too engrossed in the movie to notice anything until her middle finger was buried between the folds of her, in all crudeness, pussy. She moaned as the tip over her finger rubbed up and down her clit.
Meanwhile, her right hand had crept down to the nipple of her left breast and gave it a light pinch. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as her middle finger massaged the hot moist slit between her legs.
It finally found what it was looking for and slowly slid inside her. Her buttocks tightened and her back arched as she let out a loud sigh. Her breathing got heavier and her moans louder as a second finger joined the middle finger in its exploration. She squeezed her breast harder and her fingers began to move quicker as she worked herself closer to orgasm.
Once she felt the shivers that signaled that she was getting closer to that magical moment, she did the one thing that very few women could do. She lifted her left breast and sucked on her own nipple. Oh the joys of large breasts.
She ran her tongue over the nipple and lightly bit down, intensifying the sensation she was feeling until finally, the quake of orgasm overtook her. This one was no different then the others. She felt relieved, but it would have been so much better if there was a man with her.
Spent, Bethany moved both of her hands to her belly and closed her eyes. It was only moments before sleep overtook her. The sounds from the television brought on romantic and sweet dreams of things she knew she would never have.
Love and true happiness.
There was a presence in Bethany's house unfelt and unseen, but there all the same. It was a man who had lived the same fate that Bethany was now living. His existence had been lonely and sad, and now in death the loneliness and sadness only increased, and he hated for any one to go through life the way he did.
The presence stood at the foot of her stairs looking up to the only two doors on the second floor. One door was shut and the presence knew that one led to an empty spare bedroom. The open door on the other hand led to Bethany's bedroom. All was quiet on the second floor, but there was a blue light emitting from the open door.
Slowly, the presence drifted up the stairs to the opened door. When it reached the door, it went in and watched Bethany sleeping from the foot of the bed. The blue light was coming from the television. The tape had stopped, and was replaced with a blue screen, bathing Bethany in an eerie blue glow.
Bethany was now on her belly, her right leg bent, turning her lower half into an angular P. Her arms were up under her pillow, hidden from the world.
The presence stared at her in all of her naked glory and only saw her as a beautiful woman who was alone and sad. Just as he had once been. In the air, it could smell the remains of the act she had performed on herself hours ago and it was aroused.
With hands that were no longer there, the presence gently caressed her right foot and slowly moved it down to lay next to her left foot. The presence caressed and gently massaged both feet with it's nonexistent hands. Bethany moaned quietly.
The presence looked up to her face. Her eyes were still closed.
Slowly, the presence knelt and softly kissed the bottom of her toes. Bethany moaned once again, but didn't stir. The presence lightly kissed all ten of her toes before moving up the soles of both feet. Bethany's moans became louder, but she still didn't stir.
The presence continued to plant soft lovers kisses on the back of each leg, making sure it got every inch from ankle to knee, then it continued up her upper legs with the same gentleness. When it reached the top of her legs, it ran a tongue that could no longer taste over the lower curve of her buttocks, then slowly up the crack between each cheek.
As it ran it's tongue back down her crack, it made the tongue as hard as it could and ran it inside the crack until it reached her anus. The presence then placed it's erect penis on the curve of her foot and moved it up and down her foot.
The sensation the presence felt was like nothing it had ever felt in life. It's tongue which had lingered up and down Bethany's anus now disappeared and the presence opened it's mouth wide and engulfed as much of her that it could.
The nonexistent right hand now slid between her legs and cupped her crotch, it's thumb rubbing the clit with a gentleness only it could muster. Bethany, deep in sleep, moaned loudly and moved her hips back and forth with the movement of the thumb and the tongue swelling and relaxing against her relaxed anus.
