Dirty Lover
That night they laid in bed after warm and tender lovemaking. The lovemaking had been the result of a conversation about their fantasies. After a month of being lovers, they had just learned that they shared a common fantasy. It was that night they began the plan, the night that Gabrielle’s sweet Alysse would die. Alysse said, “I am so happy I shared this with you. I never dreamed that you would love the same thing.”
Gabrielle said, “I love you enough that I would do this for you even if it wasn’t part of my fantasy as well.”
The rest of the evening was spent sorting out the details, Alysse’s death had to be perfect; there could be no errors. Her death had to be just as she had always dreamed it to be. Even though there were many different things she loved, there was some specificity to what would maximize her fantasy.
The day for her fantasy came, she said to Gabrielle, “I love you so much for doing this, but to be honest, I'm a little scared.”
This was to be a test run, a test of her fantasy and its boundaries. Gabrielle couldn’t stand the thought of losing her lover and had talked Alysse into something short of death. Even though dangerous, Gabrielle knew that it was possible to hold her lover the next day.
She kissed Alysse and said, “Honey, you don’t have to do this, you know. We can never do it, or wait for years, it’s all up to you.”
Her smile was like that of a goddess, as Alysse said, “No, I can’t wait. I have to do it now or I may never have the nerve.”
Gabrielle kissed her, she never tired for the touch of the girl she loved. Life had changed for the woman when she met the much younger girl. Although, at first, she had been concerned for the age difference. It had been Alysse that eased her worries. The woman kissed her lover with more passion, running her long fingers though the young girl’s curly, shoulder length hair. Breathlessly, as they broke the kiss, Alysse said, “I love you so much.”
I love you more than you can imagine,“ said Gabrielle.
It had taken a week to get everything they needed. They sat on the couch looking nervously at each other. Gabrielle asked, “Are you ready?”
The beautiful young girl could only nod as she smiled nervously. Gabrielle opened a small leather case that contained a needle and syringe. In her hand was a small vial of clear liquid. The older woman plunged the needle into the top of the vial and slowly pulled back the plunger, filling the syringe with, what she hoped to be the correct dosage. Her heart beat rapidly in fear and anticipation. She had just fallen in love for the first time in years, losing that love was the last thing she could bear. Gabrielle said, “There are risk to this drug. You could die. If the dosage is too strong you will die. If it’s to little, your fantasy will be ruined for tonight. I’m not sure I will ever be able to get this drug again.”
Alysse looked at her lover with wide, eager eyes and said, “I trust that you have researched this and know what you're doing. I know you have made every effort to make this my special night. I know the night will end as I want it to.”
Not as sure as her lover, Gabrielle held the slim arm in her hands and pressed the needle to the bulging vein in the crook of her arm. The thin silver needle disappeared into the bluish vein. Slowly she pressed the plunger, sending the contents of the syringe into the girl. Gabrielle wanted to cry, knowing that she may have just killed the girl she loved more than life itself. She said, “You need to hurry before the drug takes effect. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Thank you, sweet. I love you so much,” said the girl as she hurriedly left the house.
There was a full moon and that made driving easy. Alysse knew that she must get to the spot they had picked out before the drug took affect. If Alysse was still driving the car she would have no control and would crash, killing herself, and maybe someone else. She relaxed a little as she saw the turn-off just ahead.
The road was dirt and full of muddy ruts. It had been chosen just for that reason. They knew with the recent rains the road would be in horrible shape. Driving on it was tricky, but Alysse was an experienced driver. The condition of the road also meant that there was little chance of someone driving by.
Alysse made a fist, and then spread her fingers. Her fingers were feeling as if they had fallen asleep. This, she knew, was the drug. Her time was running out. A mile down the road she pulled the sedan onto a side road that hid the car well. She ripped open her top and used a knife, placed in the car for that reason, to slit her skirt. The girl had decided to forego a bra and panties. With the shirt ripped open her medium, firm breasts were exposed to the cooler night air. Even though it was summer, the nights sometimes left a chill in the air after a rainstorm.
The ding from the car alarmed seemed deafening as she opened the door and stepped out. To her surprise, her legs gave way and she fell face first into the mud. The drug had taken affect more than she had expected. Alyson knew she would have to crawl to the spot they had decided on, or else Gabrielle might not see her or the car and then she would be stranded alone and paralyzed in the cold mud.
It was hard to find a grip in the dark mud as she fought to pull her way to the dirt road. Alysse knew that it wouldn’t be long before her arms failed her. The next thing the girl knew, she was tumbling, the world was spinning wildly around her. In the dark she had lost direction and had tumbled down a small bank and onto the road.
Alyson lay sprawled on the road, her body aching. She could no longer move her limbs and she wished badly that she could. The fall had left her in an awkward position. Her legs were spread wide and the knees were bent, leaving one foot almost in the small of her back. One arm was over her head and the other at a right angle to her side. Mud stuck to her lips as her mouth hung open and unable to prevent the mud from falling into her mouth. Mud was everywhere, covering almost every inch of her body.
She lay in the darkness, scared, for the moment forgetting this was her fantasy come true. It was hard to overcome the fear of being alone and paralyzed in the dark. In time she began to relax and enjoy the moment as she realized that her fantasy had come true. The only thing left was for Gabrielle to come along and kiss her. At the moment she desired that kiss more than life itself
If she had been able to move, the girl might have trembled from the cold, but as it was, she was frozen in time as well as in embodiment. Time had lost all meaning, but she knew one thing, Gabrielle should have arrived by this time. Something dreadful had happened.
Alysse tried to move as she felt her bladder reach capacity. Some inner desire for normalcy wanted her to get up and drive to the nearest restroom, while the lust in her knew she wanted to relieve herself where she lay. At that moment she relaxed and felt the urine flow from her. In her mind she could see the mud washing from her pussy and then pooling in the mud between her legs.
At that moment she saw car lights. She hoped that it was Gabrielle and not some stranger. She waited for the familiar touch of her lover, but it never came. The car drove past her. Alysse could tell from the taillights that it wasn’t the one for which she waited. She then wondered why the driver hadn’t seen her. “What if Gabrielle doesn’t see me?” She thought.
Gabrielle saw the car in front of her and hoped that Alysse was well. The last thing they needed was for someone to find her. It would be hard to explain possessing the drug, as well as embarrassing for Alyson. Slowing, she looked for the spot they had agreed on. Just at that moment she saw the reflection of a car’s taillights. It was Alysse’s car. Panic filled her heart as she looked around for her lover and saw nothing.
The woman got out of the car with the flashlight and searched in a panic. Something was wrong. The car that had been in front of her couldn’t have seen the girl either. Her naked feet sloshed in the mud as she frantically searched. A moment later the beam of the flashlight reflected off something white, it was Alysse’s blouse. It was covered in mud, but one spot had somehow managed to remain white and had reflected the light, allowing the woman to find her lover.
She stood over Alysse and then quickly crouched to touch her small neck and felt for a pulse. Gabrielle smiled as she felt a strong steady pulse and knew her friend was well. From looking at the girl, no one would have imagined her to be alive, and it was obvious why the passing car hadn’t spotted her. She was lying partially in the ditch and completely covered in mud. Her once black, curly hair was, now, straight and caked with mud. Alysse’s ripped skirt had been forced to her waist by the fall and the patch of pubic hair, that she loved to play with, was covered in mud, as well.
Gabrielle ran back to the car and grabbed her camera. The flash lit up the night as she took dozens of photos. They had wanted to capture this moment forever. The woman worried about her friend, though. Alysse looked uncomfortable lying on her back in the mud with her limbs twisted awkwardly around her.
Unable to wait any longer, she tossed the camera into the car and hurriedly knelt at the side of her lover. She kissed her on the lips, filling her own mouth with foul tasting mud. At that moment she didn’t care. She loved anything that touched the flesh of the girl she loved.
The woman slipped her hand between the legs of her lover and at first felt only mud. She had to use her hand to scoop away the foul substance before she found what she sought, her lovely pussy. Gabrielle said, “I hope you can feel what I'm doing to you. Never have I been this turned on.”
A finger slipped inside Alysse, it carried with it the cold, wet mud. At that point neither of them cared that the mud acted as sandpaper as the older woman moved her finger in and out. Neither cared that this would soon cause her to bleed and that the next day she would be too sore to move. They lived only for the moment as if it was their last time together.
Gabrielle licked and sucked her friend’s average, muddy breasts. Even through the mud she tasted better than the finest wine. She said, “I love you so much. I want to make you orgasm like never before.”
“I love you so much,” screamed the silent voice that was heard only in the mind of Alysse. She wanted to pull Gabrielle close and kiss her, but the drug had worked perfectly, she couldn’t even move her eyes, even breathing was difficult at times.
She straightened and spread Alysse’s legs that were bent awkwardly. Gabrielle used her tongue to clean the mud away from the pussy that glistened slightly in the light of the full moon. She touched it with her tongue and imagined the shutter that went through Alysse’s body. She knew her lover well enough to know how she responded to every touch. They had long passed beyond the need for words.
Gabrielle slipped her tongue inside the object of her desire and felt the rise of her own orgasm. For several minutes she used her tongue like the many dicks she had seen disappear inside her lover. She then concentrated on the clit as her hands explored the flat belly and firm round breasts. She loved the touch of her belly. She loved how it felt alive beneath her hand. Just the thought alone would have brought on the orgasm that crashed over her, but the touch and the feel of the mud on the slim body added to it greatly.
Alysse saw her lover buck with orgasm and that sent her over the edge and she orgasmed as never before. Her fantasy and been all she had hoped for, and much, much more. Aly wanted to scream, but her body forbade it. If she had control of her body she might have tossed Gabrielle away. For that she was grateful as her tongue maintained contact on her throbbing clit. Instead, all she could do was fill her bladder empty onto her lover’s face. Gabrielle licked at it hungrily.
Gabrielle collapsed, exhausted, onto Alysse’s legs and the mud. It was all she could do to breath. This had been Alysse’s fantasy, but it had excited her as much as anything she had ever experienced. This would be a night they would never forget. She couldn’t wait for the drug to wear off so they could share the experience verbally.
As the affects of the orgasm subsided she began to shiver and knew it was time to get them both out of the cold mud. It was then that she knew something was wrong. The hand that still lay on Alysse’s flat belly no longer moved. There was no longer the steady rise and fall as the girl breathed. Gabrielle screamed into the still night, “Noooooooooo.”
She thrust her fingers to the girl’s neck and waited for an eternity to feel the rhythmic beat of her heart. It never came. They both knew there was risk with the drug. They both had been willing to take that risk. Had either truly believed that the worst could happen? As Gabrielle collapsed with despair onto her lover, she knew that they had known, and that they had both expected this outcome.
The woman lay on her lover, kissing and hugging in the darkness for hours. She wanted for Alysse to suddenly wake up, or for them both to awaken in bed with this having been some horrible nightmare, but they couldn’t. It wasn't a dream, nor was it a nightmare. It had been a beautiful night for the both of them; it had been something they had talked about so often, something they had experimented with. This had been the night they had prepared for since the first time they spoke that night on the Internet.
Gabrielle knew there was one last thing to do, and it wasn’t to call 911. This would be the hardest part of all, leaving her dead lover alone in the night. Alysse wanted to be found by strangers lying in the mud. Gabrielle would grant her that one last wish. The woman would go home and wait for the call that her lover had been found dead. She would feign surprise, but she wouldn’t have to fake grief.
Just as the sun rose that morning a telephone repairman discovered Alysse’s body. He wiped the mud from her face and saw that she was dead as her wide eyes stared lifelessly back at him. The man looked around guiltily and touched her exposed breasts. His hand wandered over most of her body, his manhood rising to attention. The repairman then called 911 and stepped guiltily away from the half naked girl.
Three days later in a private ceremony Alysse was buried. After everyone had gone except Gabrielle, she removed the body from the casket. She wrapped her arms tightly around it and jumped into the grave. The woman kissed her lover and touched her firm, cold breasts. Alysse's face was pale with bluish splotches. Reluctantly, Gabrielle said, “Cover her.”
She watched as a shovel full of dirt landed on Alysse’s perfect flat stomach. She watched as the dirt covered her hairy pussy. Gabrielle watched until her lovely face disappeared behind a spade full of moist dirt. She imagined some of it going into her mouth as had the mud that night.
Gabrielle said, “I love you, baby,” as she was helped from the grave. She didn’t leave the cemetery until the last shovel full of dirt had been placed on the grave.
The end.