Tales Of Texas Vampires Part 5

We tried other roadhouses, looking for real cowboys. Men who could wrestle a steer or ride a woman. The roadhouses got dirtier and raunchier as we hunted. We started seeing drunks and bouncers more often than dancers.

Too sloppy, I said.

We wound up after midnight at a roadhouse in the Texas Hill Country under the full moon. We found a table by the wall and looked around while sipping some surprisingly good beer.

We couldn't see much of the band. The lighting was too bad and they were sheltered behind chicken wire. A few couples were swaying across the floor to some Western swing. Most of the action was at the bar, where men were holding forth over beer and eyeing the available women. They were real cowboys, with scuffed boots and easy drawls.

One man really drew my attention. He was tall and blond, slender but muscled, with a dusty Stetson pulled down over his face. He leaned back against the bar, watching the room like a bored jaguar surveying the wild pig population in Honduras.

He looked like just the man I'd always dreamed of being. I wanted to see his reaction to Carol. I wanted to see him get hot when he saw my little blonde wife. I wanted to hear her moan when he tugged her nipples. I wanted...

I glanced at Carol. She was watching him too. Our eyes met and she nodded, slowly then emphatically. I stood up and went over to him.

His eyes were very cold while I explained what I wanted. He studied Carol while I talked then looked back at me after I finished. He scrutinized me as thoroughly as he'd watched her and I flushed. His hazel eyes flickered down to my crotch. Blood was gathering there, as it had done since I first saw him. I blushed harder but stood my ground.

He agreed to make love to her on one condition: that he'd get to bite each of us. That was easier to agree to than some of the things we'd imagined.

Carol led the way out of the door with him following right behind. She jumped a bit when his hand went down the back of her jeans but recovered quickly.

We walked across the parking lot to a little motel. I went inside to get a room, while they waited. I came back to find Carol leaning against a car, his hat on her head and her s.h.i.+rt open to his kisses. Her eyes were half-shut as she fondled his shoulders. I could hear his wet mouth moving across her skin and the way she choked and gasped as he worked.

An old bed, with a sagging mattress, took up most of that motel room. A small table and a narrow chair were the only other furniture. He jerked his head at the chair and I sat in it.

He kissed Carol long and slow, holding her so that I could observe all of her response. His sharp white teeth gleamed when he sucked on her lip. He caressed her thoroughly, rousing her then backing off, always making sure that I could see. It was a better sight than any movie.

I moaned once, when his mouth drew out her nipple until it popped free. He glanced at me and I bit my lip. His look promised retribution if I disturbed them again.

He leisurely stripped off Carol's clothes. I saw the sweat running down her as I felt my c.o.c.k start to drip. He laid her across the bed and knelt on the floor, her legs hanging over his shoulders. His fingers worked her and then his mouth. I watched hungrily, my hand on my c.o.c.k echoing his movements.

I tried to time myself to match their climax but he was taking too long. I tried to hold myself back but I could see her cream dripping and hear the bed as she rode his face. He lifted her hips higher and worked her a.s.s. The bed's rattles started to drown out her sobs as she begged him for more.

I shuddered when his tongue disappeared into her back entrance. I felt pressure deep within me as my body demanded completion. I must have made a noise because he looked at me again.

His green eyes stopped that surge and I froze, like a gazelle under a lion's eyes. Carol whimpered but he still watched me, silently ordering me to wait. I slowly lifted my hands and placed them on the chair's arms. He studied me a minute longer and then went back to Carol.

I clenched the chair until my knuckles turned white as I watched him build Carol up to the heights. He finished her with his fingers deep inside her, driving her body across the bed. He bit her thigh and sucked her. Scarlet beads fell slowly to the worn carpet. I closed my eyes as she screamed how good it was...

"Behind her," a voice said in my head. "Get behind her now."

Who is that?, my mind bleated.

"You know who it is." The cold voice carried the cowboy's implacability. "Move. Now."

My body obeyed him while my thoughts still tumbled over each other. I opened my eyes to see his tongue flicker as it followed a crimson trail towards her knee. Carol's arms were flung over her head, arching her beautiful b.r.e.a.s.t.s with their pink nipples to the ceiling.

I climbed on the bed behind her so she lay between my legs, her head resting on my lap. My hands found their way to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, plumping them and stretching out the nipples. She purred like a kitten and rubbed against me. He stood up easily and stretched. Then he casually gathered Carol's hips and lifted them, rubbing his shaft's fat tip through her creamy folds. Carol groaned and writhed, soon begging him to finish her. He entered her slowly, varying his angle and depth and speed, while she strung four-letter words together into a mantra.

I could see every move they made as he pleasured her. I ached with frustration and excitement. He lifted Carol off the bed and held her against his chest. I stared at them, startled. "Lie down." I obeyed quickly, unwilling to cross him again. Then he brought Carol over my hips and held her there, where I could see every detail of her enjoyment. White and red drops gleamed on her golden thatch. He slowly lowered her, while I avidly watched my shaft disappear into her.

Carol braced herself on her knees as she settled fully onto me.

"Wait." I bit my lip, willing myself not to climax. I saw him leave her and walk around the bed toward me with agunfighter's deliberate stroll.

Then she began to ride me, using me as she chose and as she had never done before. I memorized every bounce of her rosy b.r.e.a.s.t.s and every toss of her bright hair as she moved, slowly at first but gradually faster. Her thighs slapped against my hips as she chanted my name in rhythm with her thrusts.

I fell back, my body bowing as it centered under her. Her c.u.n.t clenched me as her climax grabbed her.She threw her head back and shouted my name, grinding her golden thatch into my dark fur. "Now."

I arched as cream burst from me and the vampire fed from my neck for the first time...

What do I remember most? Once I licked Carol's b.r.e.a.s.t.s like an ice-cream sundae, while he rode Carol and she gasped encouragement to both of us.

Or is it when I licked his cream out of Carol's c.u.n.t while he probed her a.s.shole with his tongue and she

purred above our heads?

Once Carol lay on my stomach while he bit and licked her back, catching every drop of sweat and blood. She twisted and moaned under his attentions, her nipples stabbing at my chest.

Another time, Carol sprawled across the bed, boneless and exhausted. We both still sought her out; my mouth explored every inch of her feet as I tasted and sucked them. I paused frequently to watch his tongue clean her hidden folds while his fingers dallied with her a.s.shole.

Once Carol sucked his shaft like a dog working a bone when I took her from behind. I bit my lip when she rolled her hips eagerly against me. The blood dripped slowly down before I remembered to lick it away. I was glad no one at the university could see me.

But mostly I remember feeding him our blood, opening myself to him, while Carol helped him drink from me, or helping him feed from her. Yielding to his demands heightened our s.e.xual frenzy. Our bodies oozed scarlet drops from his bites. Blood stained the bed and scented the room.

His hand toyed with Carol while he fed from my thigh for the last time. She'd lost her voice and I'd lost my gla.s.ses sometime during the night. Her eyes were shut as she idly fondled my bruised c.o.c.k in rhythm with his fingers' motion.

She s.h.i.+fted and I whimpered when she lifted her hand. She rolled me from my side to my back and kneeled above my head. I hummed approval as her c.u.n.t settled over my mouth. I happily drowned in her while she sighed in ecstasy and his mouth returned to my thigh.

He finally let us lose consciousness as first light flickered behind the grimy curtains. I slept a long time, waking to Carol's concern. We both had bruises and sore muscles in intimate places. But the bite marks faded within a week...

Sometimes, when the Detroit winter is long and cold, my neck itches under a full moon. Then Carol and I both look south and remember, and almost wish to be thirty again.

THE MORNING AFTER.

A Tale Of Don Rafael Perez, Ethan Templeton & Jean-Marie St. Just Liz yawned her way into the breakfast nook and dropped into a chair. Becca eyed her over a mug of steaming black coffee then stood up. She put down a fresh mug of coffee in front of Liz and then resumed her own study of coffee's potential.

"Thanks," Liz offered. She cupped her hands around the fragrant brew. "Thank G.o.d for coffee, especially after nights like that."

"Amen," Becca responded and took a deep drink.

Julie appeared in the doorway, somehow managing to look like a supermodel in her scruffy Miami Dolphins jersey. Her face lacked makeup and her blonde hair was finding new ways to defy gravity. She was still the most beautiful woman in the room.

Becca sighed into her coffee. Julie was also the sweetest girl in the room. She even had a knack for matchmaking. Becca shuddered over her two divorces, both from men that Julie hadn't liked. Next time she'd listen to Julie.

"Anybody need a warm-up?" Julie asked, holding the coffee pot up.

"I do," Becca answered. She got out of her chair, wincing as muscles protested last night's hard use.

She hoped her steps weren't as loose-limbed as the other girls but suspected they were. It had been quite a party.

Liz finished stirring her usual flood of cream and sugar into her mug and sniffed it cautiously. "Perfect," she muttered and took a deep swallow.

Becca and Julie's eyes met over Liz's head. Liz never bothered with the calorie counting of the other girls. She was still as much of a tomboy as she'd been at twelve when they'd all met. But her athletic skills kept her figure trim and her skin freckled, a nice anchor for her dark eyes, brunette hair, and big smile. She often complained that men always treated her like a kid sister and never had any serious intentions.

Becca thought about adding cream to her coffee and then decided against it. She spent too much time in the gym now, trying to keep her curves on the slender side rather than the pleasingly plump side. Men liked her honey blonde looks and curves, almost as much as they liked her family's money.

"Have a good time last night?" Becca asked the room in general.

"Great Halloween party!" Julie enthused. "You were right. I had a much better time here than I would have in New York. And that Frenchman. Ooh, baby!" She kissed her fingers in salute.

Liz and Becca stared at her.

"Short guy? Dressed as the Phantom of the Opera?" Liz asked.

"That's the one. Jean-Marie St. Just."

"But, Julie darling, even with the top hat on, he was shorter than you are."

"So what? You know what they say: it's not the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog. And let me tell you, there was sure a lot of action in that hound dog." Julie smiled reminiscently as she licked a milky mustache from her upper lip. "He knew clothing too. Recognized my dressmaker immediately and said some wonderful things about my gown's bias cut. He was almost enough to make me move back to Texas permanently."

Liz and Becca looked at each other in shock. Understanding each other completely, they immersed themselves in coffee drinking again. Coffee was something they could handle, unlike Julie talking about moving home.

"What about you, darlings?" Julie asked. "Your vampire was a real hunk, Becca. Rafael Perez, right? He looked d.a.m.n good next to your Morticia Addams outfit. Rather large for your typical Latin lover but who cares with that body?"

Becca remembered seeing Rafael's shoulders looming above her as he thrust into her. Was that the second or third time he rode her? The aches deep down in her body said that he'd had her more times than that. She blushed all the way down to her chest.

Becca opened her mouth to say something but an iron vise clamped around her throat. She remembered a deep voice forbidding her to ever speak of what they'd done together. She took a deep breath and relaxed slowly, as the ban faded with her decision not to talk.

"So he was that good after you two went upstairs. Good for you, darling." Julie lifted her coffee mug in salute.

Then she and Becca turned their attention to Liz. Liz kept her face buried in the enormous mug.

"I saw you, Liz, with that tall Rebel officer. Nice, nice b.u.t.t there. Didn't seem to be eyeing you like a sister," Julie teased. "What was his name, Becca?"

"Pete introduced him as Ethan Templeton. Come on, Liz, tell us about it," Becca urged, glad to turn attention from herself. "Blond guys don't come along every day who look like a mountain lion on the prowl. Especially fellows who match yourGone with the Wind finery. Did he roar in the bedroom? Or were you the one doing the roaring?"

"I don't remember," Liz managed before grabbing another gulp of coffee.

Julie's eyebrows went up.

"I swear I heard you giggling for a solid five minutes in there, Liz. Right after the bed stopped pounding the wall."

Liz shrugged. Her over-sized T-s.h.i.+rt fell away from her neck, revealing a substantial hickey.

Becca whistled.

"Sounds like we all had a good time last night. I think this needs a special salute." She unearthed a bottle of Kahlua and poured a dollop into each mug. The three friends clinked their mugs together and drank.

"Halloween and I met a vampire," Becca mused.

"Jean-Marie said he was a vampire but I just laughed at him. That costume was definitely for the Phantom."

"Ethan mentioned something about being a vampire, while we were dancing," Liz offered. "He did leave before dawn."

"That's when Rafael left."

"And Jean-Marie. He said his fangs were real, too."

The three women looked at each other.

"Could it be," Liz started.

"Nah."

"Definitely not," confirmed Becca.

Each woman took another drink and resolved never to mention the bite marks on their thighs to another.

After all, a guy could be kinky without being a vampire. And there's no such thing as vampires, even on the morning after Halloween.

BOURBON WITH A SPLASH.

A Tale Of Ethan Templeton

Dear Diary, I can't believe I just wrote those words. I swore I wouldn't be like every other little girl and that included keeping a diary. But, h.e.l.l, if it's the only way to remember Ethan, then I'll do it.

Of course, there's a lot of things I swore I'd never do, most of which I have managed to try. I still haven't gotten drunk on bourbon, though.

Ethan has given me permission to talk once about my meetings with him. I told my girlfriends about our first meeting and haven't been able to tell anyone else about it since. I can't even write it down, dammit. So from now on, I'm keeping a log of all of our meetings. I probably won't be able to show this log to anyone but who cares? At least I can read it.

I met Ethan while I was a cop in a suburb of Austin, Texas. d.a.m.n, now I can feel that block against writing down how we met. So let's just say that we met and had some really great s.e.x. That's pretty rare for me; most guys are too scared to approach a gal who can bench-press more than she weighs, rated expert with pistol and rifle, third-degree black belt in karate and always carries handcuffs.

Wimps.

But that didn't bother Ethan at all, boy howdy! So we started seeing each other, fairly often but not regularly. It's never been a boyfriend-girlfriend kind of arrangement.

h.e.l.l, who'd try that with a vampire? I'm certainly not going for an exclusive relations.h.i.+p with him. He'd immediately say no and I'd sure like to find an ordinary guy for marriage one day. But in the meantime, you can't find a better partner for blowing off steam than Ethan. He's also been very helpful for solving some problems that a cop can notice but not take care of within the law. (I'm not going to say anything more than that, even in my own diary.) I always wanted to be a Texas Ranger and one day they accepted my application. (Yes! I'm still pumped up about that news.) So I worked out my notice at that suburban police department and arranged to take some time off before starting as a Ranger. I had a list of things to accomplish and Ethan was the key to one of them. So I called and left a voice mail for him. (It always fascinates me that a guy born in 1839 is so comfortable with modern technology.) He called me back on my cell phone later that night, while I was having a cup of coffee and a doughnut in my cruiser. I recognized his number immediately on the readout.

"Hi, Ethan," I mumbled through a mouthful of doughnut.