8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Delia
F uck, it’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Come on Delia, you got this.
Pearl is draped over the pillows underneath me facedown, partially because I fucking love an ass-up view, and partially because I didn’t want her to see what a nervous wreck I am.
This may be a weird as hell situation, but she’s still a beautiful woman, in my bed, waiting for me to give her a good time. So, I better bring it.
I aim the long-neglected equipment to her paper cunt and hope for the best. How this is going to fit, I don’t know, but I just have to hope it will.
Thankfully, I chose a reasonable size today, and somehow the magic lets her stretch around it.
I press forward, and inch by inch the silicone disappears like magic .
Pearl moans and whimpers maddeningly beneath me. When I’m all the way inside of her, I work my hips languidly in and out, getting used to the strap again. I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I could listen to you moan all night. All day.”
“It feels so good. Oh, Delia.”
I grip her ass as I thrust in and out firm enough to crumple it but not enough to damage her. “You’ve got a perfect little ass too, did you know that?”
She moans as she pushes her ass against me, “Go harder, faster.”
I huff out a soft laugh. “Anything for Pearl Monroe.”
I work up to a faster rhythm before forcing myself as hard as I can into her without risking any… tearing. When she’s groaning deeply in pleasure, I decide it’s the time to kick it up a notch. With a devious grin I reach down and click the switch.
“Oh, yikes!” Pearl yelps as the vibrating starts.
“Hold on tight, Bubbles,” I say between ragged breaths, “ Enjoy the ride.”
Pearl comes in less than a minute, sticky pink bubblegum coating my boxer briefs…and I haven’t even gone past the lowest setting. Her excitement is also turning me on like crazy. Combined with the secondhand vibration, I’m feeling something brewing in myself. Which is…unusual.
Now, I’m very much a giver. I don’t like receiving—at all.
It’s just not my thing, and it won’t be.
I can still have an orgasm, just not through someone else’s touch.
For it to even happen this way with someone normally takes time, and trust; never a first encounter.
It happening now with Pearl? Well, I’m not mad.
“What the hell is that? Pearl asks, sounding nearly crazed as she tries to pull away from the sensation.
I tug her against me as I continue fucking her, turning the setting up higher.
I know they had vibrators back in her day, but not ones like this .
She shakes below me, the sounds coming out of her throat are desperate and wild.
I can feel the pressure building between my legs.
My movements begin to falter, my rhythm less steady .
“Give me another one, Pearl,” I grind out between my teeth.
With my name screamed into the pillow she does, more gum coating me. Fuck this is gonna be hard to clean up.
“Fuck, Delia, I love you,” she shouts.
And that breaks me. I come as I fuck my paper doll, my perfect pitcher, the woman I’ve searched for forever. I don’t know if she meant it or not, but it’s true that I feel it. I fucking love her.
“Pearl, fuck, yes,” I mumble out a bunch of one syllable bullshit when I should be spouting poetry. I’m too busy thinking with my pulsing clit at the moment for sonnets, however.
My thighs shake as I grow slippery in the fabric between them. I really love Pearl. She’s so amazing. Everything is amazing.
Oh my god, my brain is mush.
I fumble for the switch and turn off the vibrator, grab the pillows, and roll the whole bundle of us over, then shove the pillows away, so it’s just Pearl and I spooning. There’s gum everywhere, but it can wait.
“I’ve made a mess,” she says softly.
“I don’t care. I’ll buy new sheets.”
“You’ll buy new sheets every time we have sex? That doesn’t sound practical.”
“That sounds to me like you plan on staying around a while. I’ll do what I gotta do to keep you if that’s true.”
She shuffles sideways and I help her turn around to face me. It’s so strange to watch her kinda disappear for a second when she turns to the side. I don’t like that one bit. I’m happy when she’s facing me again, her cheeks flushed from making love, and the biggest smile on her face.
“I do like it here so far. It hasn’t been long, of course, but I’ve already got a whole new wardrobe, some education, good sex, and most importantly, Doritos.” Pearl kisses my nose to punctuate her sentence.
I offer her a frown. “Tortilla chips are the most important?”
“Only slightly more important than all the sex.”
“I’ll have to work on improving my rank then. ”
Pearl rubs her hips against mine where the strap is still attached. “I guess you will.”
The clean-up sucked. I did, in fact, throw my sheets away.
I have another set, and I’ll buy another one tonight online, but we’re gonna have to figure something else out.
Despite my earlier words, I do not have infinite bedding money.
I’ll try to find something that we can wipe off.
Plastic or vinyl maybe. Ugh , that sounds like sensory hell.
Worth it for her. My room smells good though. I love the smell of bubblegum.
I had the dreaded talk with Pearl about how I’m strictly giving, no receiving.
This has been a… rough moment for me in more than a couple relationships.
A lot of people are super shitty or just think they can “fix” me, when there isn’t anything to fix.
But Pearl? Of course, everything was perfect.
She was really cool about it, which was a major relief.
Pearl says she’s fine with the fact that I love making her come, and if that’s all I need to make me happy then she’s not complaining.
Plus, she still gets to play with my tits, and I guess she likes that. More power to her. Play away, Bubbles.
We sit around and watch movies that are about her time period, and she makes a game of pointing out inaccuracies.
Mavis plays nice and even sits on top of Pearl without scratching her.
We eventually stop the game when she gets angry at a superhero film because the superhero gets way too much credit for killing the bad guys in a real life war.
I guess I can understand why that would tick her off.
We shuffle off to bed and lay in the dark quietly for a while before Pearl speaks up.
“We’re going to save the girls, right?”
“We gotta handle Brigley first. But yeah, we’re gonna try.”
It’s quiet again until I can hear Pearl softly snoring. My stomach hurts as I think about how we’re going to get the other girls out. I enjoyed this free day of doing nothing but now we have to do the right thing. And I’m scared.
I don’t get much sleep.
The next morning, Pearl shakes me awake with, “Hey doll, I was reading history on your phone, and a little rectangle popped up. It said ‘Sharon’ on the top and ‘Come to the store’ underneath that.”
We head to Rosa’s first thing. Sharon waves us to the back as soon as we walk in and hands me a hairnet as I pass by. Rosa is at her desk, drinking a coffee, and reading from what’s possibly the thickest book I’ve ever seen.
“Sit, sit,” she waves to Pearl and me as we take our seats. “We’ve figured him out. Now’s the time to plan, ladies.”
“We’re ready to hear what you found,” I say as I take Pearl’s hand in mine.
Sharon closes the door behind her, leans against it, and crosses her black velvet-wrapped arms across her chest. “I looked up his military records, since we know that whatever changed him happened when he was deployed. He was sent to Italy, but when the battle was won, he didn’t return with the rest of the troops.
They didn’t find him until 1945, and when they did, he was on some island in Greece.
I had to dig pretty deep to find the rest, but apparently, when they found him, he was alone in a dark room.
It was filled with shallow water and labeled ‘Experiment: Reminisce.’ Fucked up stuff.
There wasn’t much else I could find, but mom and I started putting the pieces together. ”
Rosa jumps right into where Sharon left off, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Now, you must understand that this is all a guess, but we’re pretty confident. It’s going to sound a little crazy. Just listen though.”
“I’m made of paper. Crazy is my life,” Pearl shrugs.
Rosa points at Pearl. “Crazy is this whole damn town. Anyway, we need to send him to the underworld.”
“You want to send him to hell ?” Pearl interrupts, her hand on her chest, her eyes wide with shock. “I don’t think I can do that, even to someone so terrible.”
“Oh, sweetheart, there are many different worlds. When I say underworld in this case, I’m referring to somewhere not for you and me. Somehow, Sharon and I think the monsters— human monsters—who captured Brigley brought water from Hades, the Greek underworld, to ours.”
Rosa glances at Sharon, who nods at her to continue.
“They used it to do something to him—something that changed him into a creature that’s no longer human and no longer meant for,” Rosa spreads her hands out wide, then raises them up, “this place.”
“I looked up how to send a baseball coach, who's been possessed by water from the river Lethe, back to Hades, before he can poof a paper woman out of existence. Obviously, that led me nowhere,” Sharon says, dryly as always. “I did look more into the river itself and found that in some of the stories people can reverse the memory loss effects with water from the pool of Mnemosyne, which is also found in the underworld. I think if we’re going to get rid of this guy, that’ll be a major part of how. ”
“Oh, cool, so we just waltz into Hades and grab some water. No biggie.” I groan as I flop backward on the sofa.
“So little faith.” Rosa tsks me.
“Obviously I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t already have it,” Sharon says as she unzips a pocket in her black skirt. She pulls out a purple vial with a wax seal top and waves it side to side. “I’ve got connections.”
Pearl claps (though it doesn’t make much sound) and giggles with glee. She asks, "Was it from the phone?"
Sharon shakes her head while Rosa snorts a laugh. I sit back up, heart racing with excitement now that I know we’re close again.
“That’s so awesome Sharon! What now?” I ask.
“Well, after we got this, we had to figure out what to do with it. We didn’t know if he was able to be harmed in any traditional way, considering he’s been alive so long. So, we had to test it.”
“Oh, boy. You had to hurt him?” Pearl asks. “Who did you get to do that?”
“Angelo,” Rosa replies. “He was at practice and was able to get close enough to scratch him with a hidden razor. Unfortunately, it didn’t hurt him.”
I slump in my seat. “Well, shit. He’s invincible? How are we going to get to him?”
“We’re gonna make him eat it,” Sharon says.
“What? How?” I ask. “I never see him eat anything.”
Rosa sighs, exasperated, with her hand on her forehead. “You do. All the time. ”
I think of Brigley’s creepy face, trying to remember any time I’ve seen him eating, but all I can see is him either smoking a cigar or chewing—
“Oh! Gum!”
Rosa snaps her fingers “Now you’re thinking!
We’re going to make the gum and give some to you and some to Angelo.
Both of you will have some when you go to the stadium so whichever of you sees him first can offer it to him.
We’re also going to make something for you to locate the other girls, which should be much easier. I’ve made location spells before.”
“Ah, this is so exciting! We’re gonna save the girls!” Pearls says with the biggest grin.
“Come on, you can even watch me make it,” Rosa says as she stands.
“Mom. Are you sure?” Sharon says, and for the first time in a long time I hear some actual emotion in her voice. She sounds… annoyed. “We don’t let people watch us.”
“Don’t be jealous, mija. They’re part of this now. It’ll be fun.”
“I’m not jealous.” Sharon pouts in a way that says she definitely is jealous.
“Come on, everyone put on a white coat and gloves, and make sure your hairnet is secure. I like a clean kitchen.” Rosa looks Pearl up and down. “If you have to touch anything I’ll draw you some gloves or something. Just try not to.”
Rosa sets bowls, utensils, and measuring cups on the stainless-steel counter. Sharon pours the contents of the vial into one of the smaller cups, then helps her mom get the rest of the ingredients.
“We’re making the gum first,” Rosa says as she sets down a jar of food coloring. “It’s going to be mostly regular bubblegum ingredients, but I’ll be adding the river water, pomegranate, oleander, and fine dust of broken mirror glass. The magic to make it all work, however, is up to us.”
As soon as Rosa has all the ingredients prepared and takes the giant pot from its shelf, Sharon lets out an annoyed sigh.
Then, both of their appearances begin to change.
Pearl and I glance at each other, eyes wide, as the two of them transform into something neither of us would have ever expected .
“I—what? Why don’t you tell anyone about this?” I ask Sharon.
She blows a glittering pastel curl out of her eyes as she picks up a spoon. Rosa laughs, sparkles filling the room that Sharon waves away with her baby blue satin gloved hand.
“No one needs to know. It’s family business, okay? Promise you won’t tell anyone.”
Pearl and I both cross our hearts at the same time and in unison say, “I promise.”
So, I guess I won’t be telling anyone about Sharon and Rosa’s story, but watching them make the candy was awesome, and I feel privileged to get the information I did.