Lights Out

Sam took a deep breath. Tried to focus.

You can't fuck her if you're about to puke in her face, he said. And if you tell her she's ugly, you're not going to get laid at all. Need to play this smart. Maybe a blindfold...or...

Inspiration dawned. Sam dashed into his closet and dragged out a box he'd kept forever. For the past twelve years, his sister had gotten him a scented candle for his birthday. It had become almost a joke between them; she knew he hated candles. Now, he set the glass bottles with their waxy cores all along the room. A match flared as he set their wicks alight...then he went to the entrance of the room, shut the door and said aloud:

"Alexa: lights off."

The computer shut off the lights in the room in accordance with his voice command.

Darkness. Not perfect darkness. A dozen points of light flickered around the edges of the room...but the bed itself was a bare slab. Sam slipped out of his robe. If he couldn't see Shelly, he could still grope those perfect tits, squeeze that soft ass, press his cock into that cunny and fuck her until she begged for more.

He staggered over to the bedside table, where he'd left the condoms. Just thinking about finally getting him laid was bringing his cock to life. A few strokes and he'd be ready to go.

Sam didn't even hear the bathroom door open. Shelly had turned the light out before she'd opened it...stepped from darkness into darkness.

"Candlesh," she slurred slightly from behind him as he fiddled with the condom. "How romantic."

Sam froze...but then he felt those warm, soft breasts press into his back. Those soft hands that slipped over his hips and onto his wrists. They followed down, by touch, to help him open the condom packet and slide the latex over his hardening dick. Shelly's chin pressed into his shoulder...she was a few inches shorter than him, and he didn't mind her exploring his body at all. It had been so long since he had touched or been touched by another person.

"I like the darkness too," Shelly whispered. "It's hard to look at myself, sometimes. I'm just so damn...ugly!"

The sob cut through Sam like a knife. She'd buried her face into his back, but he could feel the wet tears. Instinctively, Sam turned and wrapped his arms around her. They'd only known each other for minutes, but even being the horny bastard that he was, Sam couldn't just leave a fellow human being in pain.

"Don't say that," he said. "You have a beautiful body. Gorgeous, really. Makes me hard just thinking about it."

Which was true. His condom-clad cock dug into her soft stomach. Shelly clung onto them as he awkwardly tried to soothe her, running his hands down those soft flanks until he found her ass...and his fingers sank into that meaty butt; he squeezed and lifted her up onto her toes, and after a moment's hesitation he planted a soft kiss on her scarred forehead, just beneath the hairline of the wig. He tried to think of something he could say or do to make her feel better...and get her to let him fuck her.

"Come on...we've got all night. Let's have a little fun, yeah? Get on the bed. Spread your legs. I'll eat you out."

Shelly sniffed. "You mean it?"

"Of course! Been dying to taste that pussy from the moment I saw you," Sam lied smoothly.

By the light of the candles, she slid on her back onto the bed, grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them back toward her head in an impressive display of agility. In fact, Sam could see that Shelly actually could slide her legs behind her shoulders, and cross her ankles behind her head.

In fact, Sam could see too much.

The candlelight flickered on Shelly's face; there were too many of them, and now they each burned with a steady light that set the room in an intimate glow, a little less than the overhead lamp, but still more than enough to see the overall shape of her face. He repressed a shiver and slid onto the bed on her knees, determined to focus on her pussy...the pussy he wanted to plow mercilessly, if he could.

She was wet. He spread her labia with eager fingers, trying not to pull too hard, too fast, but the candlelight shone off the wet pool in her cunny. Sam lowered his lips down to her cunny and sipped...that was how wet she was, that he could draw off a mouthful of her tight juice, right from the bat. It had been a long time since he had eaten pussy, and his girlfriends hadn't been impressed by his skills, but Shelly seemed not to mind as he let his tongue wander around the inner edges of her labia. To kiss and gently suck on her little clit. To let his tongue delve into that wet clit, find the entrance of her vagina, and start to rim it. His hands came up to support her ass, and creeped closer and closer to her pussy, as he planned out his sexual ****...

The only thing that disturbed him was her eyes. Those mismatched eyes that seemed to glitter in the candlelight, that watched him hungrily. The room was too bright, after all; and worse than that the mingled scents of the candles had begun to fill the room. Herbs, spices, and incense mingled in strange and unnatural profusion. Yet it seemed to be working for Shelly...her breathing became faster, those great mountainous teats rose and fell, even as she was folded almost in half, her buttocks began to quiver...and then, as she stiffened and shook, she cried out the words that every man longs to hear...

"Fuck me!"

She didn't have to tell him twice. Sam's cock was stiff and as he guided it into her, his thighs spread wide and he pressed his weight down into that hot, slight, tight tunnel. For a moment, it was everything he could ever have dreamed. He could have cum right then and there and been happy. As he began to move, the throbbing ache behind Sam's penis began to pulse and build. It was going to be a load...a huge load...and she was into it. The bedsprings creaked and she squealed like a pig. Shelly's hands gripped his sides to urge him in deeper and faster. They were two horny apes, locked together...

And he stared full down into her face and nearly puked.

The air was filled with candle-smoke and strange scents. His ears rang. The twisted face was flushed, unnaturally swollen, gleaming with reflected candlelight, sweaty and somehow monstrous as the shadows merged with that perpetual sneer. It made him think of circus freaks...of Batman's rogues gallery...of Tolkien's orcs and Lovecraft's Deep Ones. Even as they bounced together, he began to cough, something caught in his throat...heart pounding...and he could almost feel his cock begin to fail...

Then the fire alarm went off.

The bleep-bleep-bleep screamed at them, and too late Shelly and Sam saw the flames on the candles had licked too high...his discarded robe had fallen too close to a candle and caught fire. Swearing and shouting, Sam and Shelly disengaged...the flames spread...panic...

Shelly had a change of clothes in her car. Sam had to make do with a borrowed gym towel about his loins as he watched his house burn. The firetruck had arrived after the flames had burst out of the roof, and were more concerned about keeping the blaze from spreading to the neighbors than stopping it. He looked at the burning ruin of his life and his heart sank as he realized he was looking at a total loss.

A smooth hand slid into his.

"You can come back to my plache for a while, if you want," Shelly said.

Sam nodded. He had nowhere else to go.

Shelly laid her head against his shoulder...and Sam **** himself to stay still, even as he felt a bit of drool slide onto his arm. They'd gotten out before he'd gotten off.

She squeezed his hand. "Only thish time, maybe we keep the lightsh on."

Something in Sam died as she said that...but he only nodded.

"Yes, that might be for the best."