LJ Idol Week 33 Home Game Intersection: Fool Me Once... FICTION: WARNING: It's rather morbid
Cut because it's very graphic, disturbing FICTION. Read at your own risk if you are easily offended.
“Mrs. Hansen”
I woke from my nap by the pool with a start. Roberta was standing over me with the morning paper in her hand. I was pissed that she bothered me while I was relaxing
I turned my head and looked up at her, not bothering to hide the disdain on my face. Maybe if she realized I wasn’t interested, she would go away.
“What is it now?” I scowled at her.
She returned the scowl. She hated me almost as much as I hated her. Without speaking, she handed the newspaper over to me. She hated the fact that it was her duty to fetch it for me every morning. I just didn’t feel like looking at her right now.
I was considering beating her over the head with the paper when something on the front page caught my eye.
“Fool Me Once...Peter Stanton Claims He was Duped Into Killing Husband of Local Teacher”
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and sat up slowly, not taking my eyes off the paper.
Peter Stanton. Now that’s a name I hadn’t thought about in a very long time.
I quickly skimmed the article, having little desire to read what he had to say.
Michael Hansen, my husband and the most powerful defense attorney in the state had assured me that they had no case against me. There was no physical evidence linking me to Jason’s murder and it was simply the kid’s word against mine. Though if it came out that I was fucking him back then, it could be frowned upon, I’m sure, but it still was his word against mine. There is no proof and I will deny it to the very end. As far as everyone knows, he was a silly high school boy obsessed with his beautiful teacher, who had nothing to do with him outside of the classroom.
I laid back in my lounge chair, a smile spreading across my face. I can’t help but wonder if thinking back to that night turns him on like it does me. That night, almost ten years ago now, unlocked something inside of me. Something I have never been able to experience since.
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I check my watch again. Only 2 minutes has passed since the last time I looked
I was trying to enjoy the company of my friends, but my thoughts kept lingering to what was going on at home.
12:09.
It should be done. Why isn’t my phone ringing? He better not fucking back out on me....
“Claire!”
I nearly jump out of my skin as a friend from the bar came up to give me a hug.
“It was great seeing you out tonight! Tell Jason he has to come out with you next time....”
Ugh. I hate people touching me, but I did my best to cover up my disgust. I was a chameleon, able to blend in with any setting and adapt to the conditions. I was used to pretending to be who and what I wasn’t.
“I promise to drag his lazy ass out next time. Drive safely, okay?”
She left me with a few others from our crowd at the bar. I don’t need many witnesses, this should be plenty. I had my alibi.
12:15
Where the fuck is he? I can’t keep dealing with these drunks much longer. He sure as Hell better not screw this up or I will....
The vibration of my phone, announcing a new text message brought me back to reality.
“I’m out back”
Plain and simple. Maybe I had taught him a thing or two after all.
I was not happy as I walked to the car. He was late. Had something gone wrong? Did he chicken out?
I put on my ‘happy face so by the time I reached his car, my scowl had become the warm smile he’d come to know and love.
“Peter, sweetheart, I was worried sick about you....did everything go okay?”
He grinned at me, and without a word, held his hand up and showed me proof that he had done exactly as I had asked. He tried to looked pleased with himself, but I could see past the false bravado he tried to project. He still wasn’t entirely sure he had done the right thing. I could see him trembling slightly, and while he smiled at me, the fear shone in his eyes.
It didn’t matter how he felt about himself, I was very pleased with him.
In his hand was the knife that slit my husbands throat.
“How’d you do it?”
“It was simple really” he said with a nervous grin.” He never saw it coming.....”
His clothes were soaked in blood. My husbands blood.
I quickly pulled myself into the car. The sight of him sitting there in his blood soaked t-shirt, holding the knife, was almost too much. He really did it. He really killed Jason for me.
I reached over and started to unbuckle his belt
“Tell me more baby...”
He seemed shocked by my boldness but the bulge in his jeans told me that he was a very excited boy. Was he excited because of what we were about to do or did he get off on butchering Jason?
I like to think it was a combination of the two.
“Ummm… well, he was sleeping like you told me he would be…” I hiked my skirt up and started sliding my panties down my thighs and completely off. His eyes watched my every movement carefully, and he licked his lips.
“MmmHmmm...and what did you do?” I pulled his pants down just enough.
“I – I… ummmm… I slit his throat. Just as you told me too... But then I thought of him hitting you, and something inside me just snapped. I lost it and stabbed him over and over...”
“Oh baby, that is so fucking hot...” I climbed on top of him “Did he wake up to see what you were doing to him?
“Uhhh yeah....right as I had the knife to his throat...”
I slide him inside me and started fucking him.
“Mmmm and how did that feel to watch him dying?”
I only wish I had seen it myself, to have felt it myself. I needed to know every detail to the sounds Jason made to the way he was positioned on the bed. The images of Jason laying in a pool of his blood, in our bed, flooded my brain as I fucked his murderer.
I never came so hard in my entire life.
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I hadn’t realized that I was touching myself as I re-played the evening in my head. Ten years and I could still smell Jason’s blood on Peter’s shirt. I had made him keep the bloody shirt on while I fucked him so I could revel in the smell of my husband’s death. Hearing Peter recite the details of Jason’s murder as I fucked him harder and harder, bringing me to the most physically intense orgasm of my life.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to feel like that again.
Things with Michael had been good at first, before Jason’s death when he was just my lover. After that night though, sex with him had lost most of its appeal for me. He wasn’t very aggressive or adventurous after all. I needed something more and hadn’t known what....until now, as I thought about that night once more. Looking back on it now, I realized what it was that had been unlocked within me. And I wanted it more than anything.
No fancy sex toy or exotic location could ever compete with the night in Peter’s Range Rover.
I noticed Roberta watching me from across the pool. I rolled my eyes at the nosey beast and yelled towards her.
“Get back to work and get out of my sight already. You’re making me sick”
She gave me an inscrutable look and went about her business. No doubt, this would be gossip fodder at the local tortilla hall. I casually sipped the Mojito I had from earlier and realized it was warm. Crap. I should’ve had her fetch me a drink first.
Everything about this life was getting to me. I was surrounded by idiots from the hired staff to my husband who was stupid enough to hire these fucking morons in the first place. And I wasn’t being satisfied the way I needed to be. I’d thought that money and having all of those things I wanted, whenever I wanted was would have been good enough. But it’s not. It’s weird how you think you know what you want, only to get it and realize you want something completely different.
“Oh Mrs. Hansen, I’m sorry....”
I looked up and smiled at Jeremy, one of the neighborhood kids that mowed our lawns for some extra spending money. I looked him up and down appraisingly. Sixteen or seventeen, tan, ever-so-masculine and fit…
“Darling, please, call me Claire” I raised my eyebrow, and glanced at the erection forming in his jeans… and making it obvious that I approved.
“Uhhhh… I’m sorry… I didn’t realize you were out here… ummm… tanning,” his face flushed as he tried to look away from where I lounged topless , but couldn’t quite bring himself to stop staring at my bare breasts. “I can come back tomorrow.”
“Oh don’t be silly, sweetheart,” giving him the most innocent and yet seductive smile I could muster. “Would you mind coming over here and rubbing some lotion on me?”
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“Mrs. Hansen”
I woke from my nap by the pool with a start. Roberta was standing over me with the morning paper in her hand. I was pissed that she bothered me while I was relaxing
I turned my head and looked up at her, not bothering to hide the disdain on my face. Maybe if she realized I wasn’t interested, she would go away.
“What is it now?” I scowled at her.
She returned the scowl. She hated me almost as much as I hated her. Without speaking, she handed the newspaper over to me. She hated the fact that it was her duty to fetch it for me every morning. I just didn’t feel like looking at her right now.
I was considering beating her over the head with the paper when something on the front page caught my eye.
“Fool Me Once...Peter Stanton Claims He was Duped Into Killing Husband of Local Teacher”
I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and sat up slowly, not taking my eyes off the paper.
Peter Stanton. Now that’s a name I hadn’t thought about in a very long time.
I quickly skimmed the article, having little desire to read what he had to say.
Michael Hansen, my husband and the most powerful defense attorney in the state had assured me that they had no case against me. There was no physical evidence linking me to Jason’s murder and it was simply the kid’s word against mine. Though if it came out that I was fucking him back then, it could be frowned upon, I’m sure, but it still was his word against mine. There is no proof and I will deny it to the very end. As far as everyone knows, he was a silly high school boy obsessed with his beautiful teacher, who had nothing to do with him outside of the classroom.
I laid back in my lounge chair, a smile spreading across my face. I can’t help but wonder if thinking back to that night turns him on like it does me. That night, almost ten years ago now, unlocked something inside of me. Something I have never been able to experience since.
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I check my watch again. Only 2 minutes has passed since the last time I looked
I was trying to enjoy the company of my friends, but my thoughts kept lingering to what was going on at home.
12:09.
It should be done. Why isn’t my phone ringing? He better not fucking back out on me....
“Claire!”
I nearly jump out of my skin as a friend from the bar came up to give me a hug.
“It was great seeing you out tonight! Tell Jason he has to come out with you next time....”
Ugh. I hate people touching me, but I did my best to cover up my disgust. I was a chameleon, able to blend in with any setting and adapt to the conditions. I was used to pretending to be who and what I wasn’t.
“I promise to drag his lazy ass out next time. Drive safely, okay?”
She left me with a few others from our crowd at the bar. I don’t need many witnesses, this should be plenty. I had my alibi.
12:15
Where the fuck is he? I can’t keep dealing with these drunks much longer. He sure as Hell better not screw this up or I will....
The vibration of my phone, announcing a new text message brought me back to reality.
“I’m out back”
Plain and simple. Maybe I had taught him a thing or two after all.
I was not happy as I walked to the car. He was late. Had something gone wrong? Did he chicken out?
I put on my ‘happy face so by the time I reached his car, my scowl had become the warm smile he’d come to know and love.
“Peter, sweetheart, I was worried sick about you....did everything go okay?”
He grinned at me, and without a word, held his hand up and showed me proof that he had done exactly as I had asked. He tried to looked pleased with himself, but I could see past the false bravado he tried to project. He still wasn’t entirely sure he had done the right thing. I could see him trembling slightly, and while he smiled at me, the fear shone in his eyes.
It didn’t matter how he felt about himself, I was very pleased with him.
In his hand was the knife that slit my husbands throat.
“How’d you do it?”
“It was simple really” he said with a nervous grin.” He never saw it coming.....”
His clothes were soaked in blood. My husbands blood.
I quickly pulled myself into the car. The sight of him sitting there in his blood soaked t-shirt, holding the knife, was almost too much. He really did it. He really killed Jason for me.
I reached over and started to unbuckle his belt
“Tell me more baby...”
He seemed shocked by my boldness but the bulge in his jeans told me that he was a very excited boy. Was he excited because of what we were about to do or did he get off on butchering Jason?
I like to think it was a combination of the two.
“Ummm… well, he was sleeping like you told me he would be…” I hiked my skirt up and started sliding my panties down my thighs and completely off. His eyes watched my every movement carefully, and he licked his lips.
“MmmHmmm...and what did you do?” I pulled his pants down just enough.
“I – I… ummmm… I slit his throat. Just as you told me too... But then I thought of him hitting you, and something inside me just snapped. I lost it and stabbed him over and over...”
“Oh baby, that is so fucking hot...” I climbed on top of him “Did he wake up to see what you were doing to him?
“Uhhh yeah....right as I had the knife to his throat...”
I slide him inside me and started fucking him.
“Mmmm and how did that feel to watch him dying?”
I only wish I had seen it myself, to have felt it myself. I needed to know every detail to the sounds Jason made to the way he was positioned on the bed. The images of Jason laying in a pool of his blood, in our bed, flooded my brain as I fucked his murderer.
I never came so hard in my entire life.
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I hadn’t realized that I was touching myself as I re-played the evening in my head. Ten years and I could still smell Jason’s blood on Peter’s shirt. I had made him keep the bloody shirt on while I fucked him so I could revel in the smell of my husband’s death. Hearing Peter recite the details of Jason’s murder as I fucked him harder and harder, bringing me to the most physically intense orgasm of my life.
Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to feel like that again.
Things with Michael had been good at first, before Jason’s death when he was just my lover. After that night though, sex with him had lost most of its appeal for me. He wasn’t very aggressive or adventurous after all. I needed something more and hadn’t known what....until now, as I thought about that night once more. Looking back on it now, I realized what it was that had been unlocked within me. And I wanted it more than anything.
No fancy sex toy or exotic location could ever compete with the night in Peter’s Range Rover.
I noticed Roberta watching me from across the pool. I rolled my eyes at the nosey beast and yelled towards her.
“Get back to work and get out of my sight already. You’re making me sick”
She gave me an inscrutable look and went about her business. No doubt, this would be gossip fodder at the local tortilla hall. I casually sipped the Mojito I had from earlier and realized it was warm. Crap. I should’ve had her fetch me a drink first.
Everything about this life was getting to me. I was surrounded by idiots from the hired staff to my husband who was stupid enough to hire these fucking morons in the first place. And I wasn’t being satisfied the way I needed to be. I’d thought that money and having all of those things I wanted, whenever I wanted was would have been good enough. But it’s not. It’s weird how you think you know what you want, only to get it and realize you want something completely different.
“Oh Mrs. Hansen, I’m sorry....”
I looked up and smiled at Jeremy, one of the neighborhood kids that mowed our lawns for some extra spending money. I looked him up and down appraisingly. Sixteen or seventeen, tan, ever-so-masculine and fit…
“Darling, please, call me Claire” I raised my eyebrow, and glanced at the erection forming in his jeans… and making it obvious that I approved.
“Uhhhh… I’m sorry… I didn’t realize you were out here… ummm… tanning,” his face flushed as he tried to look away from where I lounged topless , but couldn’t quite bring himself to stop staring at my bare breasts. “I can come back tomorrow.”
“Oh don’t be silly, sweetheart,” giving him the most innocent and yet seductive smile I could muster. “Would you mind coming over here and rubbing some lotion on me?”
(This week, the twist in the game allowed me to come back in just this once, and I was asked by the wonderfully talented and deliciously twisted
java_fiend to partner up and he took on Going All In. You may read the other entries and vote Here )