Page 4 of Wings of a Butterfly

“Get your sucker out and let’s go listen to the bands. It will help. I promise.”

I do as she says, pulling the sucker she gave me earlier out and putting it in my mouth. The ache in my jaw starts to ease a bit.

We walk around in search of the perfect spot to lay our blankets and sit our stuff. One that’ll be close to the stages and the bathrooms. Finding a middle ground would be perfect. We end up walking around enjoying the small bands playing music until the main stage lights cut on. The sky is almost pitch black now, and the lights look like they’re vibrating from the bass that begins to pound.

The crowd is running to the main stage, almost knocking me over, and Nicci grabs my arm to hold me up. “I’m okay. I’m okay,” I say, straightening my skirt and running my fingers through my hair.

“Now that Ms. Clumsy is okay, we should go and get a good spot toward the front.” She’s pulling on my hand, leading us toward the front of the stage.

They start playing, and I can feel the vibration from the bass reverberating through my chest. Down so deep that I can feel it in my soul. It feels amazing! Nicci is spinning me with a huge grin on her beautiful face. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I wish she wanted the same. I can’t say she wouldn’t. I just can’t ever tell her.

The lights from the stage are like little orbs floating around my head. I feel as if I’m in another world when the lights burst in little butterflies. Almost as if they’re hatching from their cocoons. This is euphoria.

The bodies around us are moving in sync, and it’s like we’re one whole entity. I’m out of my body, floating up high. The sweat running down my back is cooling. I feel so free, and all my anxieties are gone in this moment.

I grab Nicci by the arm to get her attention. “Hey, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Nicci just smiles and waves me off continuing to dance to the music. I don’t think I have to worry about her moving anytime soon.

As I head toward the bathrooms, my sight starts to get a little fuzzy, making me stumble over my feet. I’m probably dehydrated. That’s what my logic is telling me. When I make it there, it’s like a ghost town. It feels weird here, like a whole other universe. You can’t even hear the music here. It’s as if the sound has been sucked from this area.No one else has to pee? Weird.I actually expected a long line where I bounced around trying not to pee myself.I shrug to myself and push the door to the bathroom open.

Feeling uneasy, I step inside and check the stalls. All are empty but only one looks decent enough to use. I plop down on the toilet, letting out a sigh.

“Ugh, sweet relief!” I say to no one but myself.

There’s writing on the stall door. These are always a lot of fun to read when your vision isn’t all fuzzy. I finish and leave the stall to wash my hands. The water feels so cool and refreshing. We had a bag with supplies for instances like this, but I honestly have no idea where we left it after we rushed to the main stage. I splash some of the cool water on my face and the back of my neck. My skin feels so hot, and the cool tap feels better than any oasis in the Sahara. I take some of the water in my cupped hands and drink it. My throat and mouth are so dry, as if a cotton ball was stuck in my esophagus. I cough on the first sip but by the second and third it goes down smoother.

Okay, time to get back out there. Nicci will worry about me soon.

Opening the door of the restroom, I step out. Surprised to see Nicci at the door.

“I thought I told you to wait for me.”

She doesn’t say anything and just smiles at me wickedly. I smile in reflex, and she’s pushing me against the wall beside the bathroom door. Her body presses to mine. I’ve never experienced this side of her. I’m hot all over again. I’ve always dreamed of this happening but to actually have it happen is a completely different story. I wonder what changed her mind. Maybe that kiss we shared earlier did it. She has my throat in a vice grip, but not enough to stop my breathing, just to hold me in place. She looks at me with her pretty eyes, and I’m sucked into her atmosphere.

Her lips are on my jaw. The electricity of her touch is tingling, running straight to my core. She runs her hand down my side, over my curves. I don’t feel insecure in her hands. She’s touching me like I’ve always wanted. Her hand finally reaches the edge of my skirt, her fingers lightly touching my skin there, softly running back and forth, causing goosebumps to come up. My body shivers involuntarily at her touch. She looks at me with that smile that seems out of place on her, but she’s touching me.She. Is. Touching. Me. I’m lost as she moves. Her fingertips trail under my skirt and up to the edge of my panties. She pulls at the edge of them, moving them aside. She’s teasing me at my entrance.

“Please, give me all of you.”

Her mouth comes down on mine hard and her finger is inside of me. I’m overwhelmed by her. She’s working her finger in me and her tongue’s running over mine. She slips in another finger, and a moan slips from my lips but her mouth captures it. Her other hand, still around my throat, is increasing in pressure and making my head swim. Our kiss breaks with a pop and I’m having a hard time breathing, my breath successfully stolen and neither lung functioning.

She’s smiling at me as she’s working me to the edge of darkness. Her thumb pushes my panties further out of the way, allowing her palm to push up against my clit, giving me the friction I need. The sparks are going off in my head and blackness is edging my vision. I’m smiling at her. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Whatever she will give me, I want it all.

The bubble of pleasure is bursting, and stars are exploding beneath my eyelids. I reach my hand up to brush along her cheek. I just want to feel her. My fingers brush her lightly and I see something there. My brain is all messed up.

She pulls her fingers out of me and grabs something I can’t see. Then her hand is covering my mouth and nose with a cloth. If I could scream, I would. The grip she has on my throat is tight, suffocating. I can’t breathe let alone speak. It’s then that my orgasm takes over, consuming the rest of my vision.

The last thing I see is that wicked smile.

CHAPTER 2

KILLER

When I see her,I know she’s the one I’ll be taking tonight. I have a bit of a type: thick, luscious, curvy, and needy. I come to these festivals to find the one I can get my fix from. They never last, though.They always seem to want to leave me.

This one is extremely needy with the way she’s looking at her friend. I keep the scarred side of my face hidden. It usually puts them on edge and makes it harder for me to corner my prey. I think the bitch with almond skin and green dreads had some inkling to what I was thinking with that show she’s putting on. She makes eye contact with me and smiles afterward. I tilt my face so my scarred side is still hidden and give her a smirk. That’s a claim? I quirk an eyebrow. She needs to do better than that.Challenge accepted.She’s just making my night so much easier.

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