Third reflection

Two girls, Erin and Kathy are sitting on a large couch in front of a small table covered with the carcasses of Chinese takeout and the butt of a joint sitting in an overflowing ashtray. Kathy is holding the remote, she just turned off the TV. Erin is dozing off when…

The image blurs.

Same setting, same protagonists, same props. The two girls are closer to each other, much closer. So close, as a matter of fact, that Kathy’s arms are wrapped around Erin’s neck. They just broke a kiss. A deep passionate one. Kathy’s lips are still trembling. Erin says something to her… lover as she slips a hand into the other girl’s sweat pants. Kathy arches her back spreading her legs, facilitating the manual stimulation offered by her roomie.

But soon Erin drags her hand out. A yellow tint in her eyes, she looks at her fingers, they are covered with some sort of whitish substance. She parts them, letting her roommate’s secretions weave webs of white goo between her index and middle finger. Lustily she sticks them in her mouth. When they come out, wiped clean, Erin’s teeth catch a light. They are oddly long.

The image blurs again.

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“Erin? Erin!”

“What?”

I am kneeling by the TV screen. I look back at Kathy standing by the table.

“You were… staring at your reflection… you did not answer… You spooked me a little…”

“Did you see that?” I ask, but facing the incomprehension in Kathy’s look, I drop it.

She clearly did not see a thing.

“I…”

I am horny as hell, but that I cannot tell that to Kathy. I cannot tell her what I just saw… What I just saw… I am not a lesbian, I have never been, but shit, that was…

I stand and rush into the bathroom. I need cold water on my face, I need to find my bearings…

I turn on the lights fearing what I will see in my reflection but all I get is me, not vamp me…

An hour later, I am smoking my eighth cigarette on the fire escape by the window of my room. I have been thinking about what is happening to me. But I cannot seem to make any sense of it. I dismissed the weed because I did not smoke tonight. I was too scared. Now, I am terrified.

Terrified and horny. It all looked so real, as if Kathy and the vampiric version of me were there, sitting in the living room. And I have not been this horny in a long time. The lusty fog I spent the day in did turn on my dormant libido, but tonight’s performance, nothing could have prepared me for that.

I tried to make sense of it but I did not manage to get past the “fuck I am seeing me turning into a vampire in mirrors” conclusion.

I explored a couple of potential explanations but none of them were actually satisfying.

Is my subconscious telling me I should get a good lay? Am I going mad? Am I getting a glimpse of an alternate reality? Am I going mad?

I throw my cigarette into the dark street below and enter my room.

Five minutes later, I am on my phone. I try to google it because google knows… right? But how do you google that?

Visions in reflective surfaces… nothing interesting.

Broken mirror… no.

Hallucinations in mirrors… nah.

Alternate reality in my mirror… neither.

Vampires in my mirror… nope.

Erotic visions of vampires… not relevant, at least for my visions.

I turn off my bedside lamp and start pushing further down that line of enquiry. It has been a while since I went down that path and I find a lot of very stimulating material.

Soon, my hand finds its way into my panties. I start rubbing, teasing gently at first, enjoying the warm presence of my hand on my sensitive genitals but all the pics, vids and stories drag me deeper into the little game.

In no time, I am sliding in and out. Wet noises, sheets creasing, slapping sounds. My palm hitting against my clit, my mind filled with fangs and dicks. Butt up, face buried into the comforter, I rock my hips while an imaginary vamp rams his hard and cold rod into me.

Panting and writhing, I reach my peak and bite the pillow to avoid being too noisy. When I finally drag my hand from under the sheets. In the dim light coming from the street, I find my fingers gooey with my own juices. I stare at them and, acting on an impulse, I stick them in my mouth.

My god! I taste sweet!

I know how I tasted, like any other modern girl, I have given blowjobs after being fucked to help my partner come, but I never liked it very much. Tonight, I taste a bit different. I said sweet but it’s not totally true, it’s a both sweet and acid, a bit like those candies we had when we were kids. There is a hint of copper in it too. My breathing accelerates and my pussy strains. I have now to bite on my fingers to avoid making too much noise. I come again.

I finally fall asleep with more questions than answers.