Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Bellcolor
I step out of the shower refreshed; I was able to regain my strength faster than I’d anticipated. I find Valentina lying on her bed, focused on her phone and drinking the phosphorescent juice. Three more empty bottles lie on her nightstand.
“Are you okay?” I ask. I think she’s drinking way more synthetic blood than she should.
“Yeah, I think my new body hasn’t synced up with my previous human body yet. I should be having my period around now. Menstruation’s gone but I’ve still got the cravings.” She keeps browsing the cellphone in her hand.
“Does this party have a dress code?” I approach my closet.
“Wear something comfortable but sexy,” Valentina replies distractedly. It’s odd, she’s usually eager to pick my outfits for me, especially when it comes to social events. The word ‘sexy’ reminds me that I need to talk to her before we head to the party.
I sit on her bed, still only in a towel. “Um… about our talk?” I smile shyly.
Valentina tosses her phone on the nightstand. “Talk to me. I’m sorry, I guess my attention span’s gone to hell too.”
I take a long breath and decide to just say it, just get it over with. “I want you to help me lose my virginity,” I blurt out, waiting for the verdict.
“You what? ” Valentina jumps up and stares at me in absolute shock.
“I feel it floating over my head and I just want to get rid of that damn label. I always hear that the first time is awfully emotional and super-embarrassing, and mainly messy, and I don’t want that. I’d like to just skip to the pleasure stage, you know what I mean?” I’m not sure I’ve explained myself properly, but I can’t tell her I’m impervious to harm and that I have no idea how that would affect the loss of my virginity. To say nothing of the blood… the blood Libretto warned me not to give to anyone other than him.
“So you want me to…” She points at my crotch.
“Oh, no! I meant to ask you to sneak me out of campus and into town, to buy a sex toy that can break my hymen.”
Valentina tries to process my proposal, and finally bursts into laughter. “You’re completely insane, you know that?” She reaches under her mattress. “We don’t need to sneak out, I can lend you George.”
“George?”
“George.” She pulls out an intimidating pink vibrator from under the mattress, and smiles with satisfaction. “I named it after George Clooney.”
“Oh my God ,” I call out, covering my mouth.
“What a coincidence, that’s exactly what I say every time he treats me right.” She laughs, and I join her. “Don’t worry, I keep it clean. But it doesn’t really matter, it’s not like we’d die of infection, right?” She winks, and my face contorts with disgust.
“You think it’ll work?”
“It’s the same as a real dick, sometimes even better, trust me. No reason it won’t.” She shrugs. “Need a hand?”
“Oh, no!” I hurriedly cover my face as it burns with embarrassment.
“Relax, it’s no big deal, everyone does it.” She tries to pull my hand away so I won’t hide from her. “Besides, every girl needs a lesbian experience in college, so it might as well be with someone you feel comfortable with, don’t you think? You can’t just shove it in, you’ll be traumatized, sis. Let yourself have some fun.”
I study her face. Is she serious? Her words don’t sound all that detached from reality, but there’s a reason I need to do this, and Libretto’s warning echoes in my mind. Who knows if my plan would even work? Any attempt to injure me has failed, and I wonder if my hymen can even tear.
I could end up a virgin for the rest of eternity. I feel a moment of queasiness as I consider the possibility that it might turn out to be true. Fuck.
“H-have you done this before?” I feel my neck go red with embarrassment.
“I’ve experimented with both sexes,” she smiles, and I don’t know if her revelation shocks me or makes me curious.
“I’d rather do it alone,” I finally admit. “But I’d appreciate some guidance.” Maybe I really do need to get in the zone, enjoy myself a bit. Damn, I’m terrified of it.
“Trust me.” Valentina’s eyes light up and she reaches for my towel. I hold my breath and decide to let her lead. It’s like I’m walking in absolute darkness, feeling like I need a guiding hand.
The whole deal doesn’t seem at all foreign to Valentina. If anyone knows what she’s doing, it’s probably her. All I need to do is breathe and just let go. To be free.
Valentina undoes my towel and lets it slip off my body. I feel uncomfortable because my body’s nothing like her hot figure. I try to cover it with my hands, but she stops me. “You need to feel comfortable with your body, Belle, every female body is a unique work of art by Mother Nature. Each different and special, and I promise you there isn’t a man who’ll shy away from you when you stand in front of him, naked, and offer yourself.” Okay. I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Have you touched yourself before, to explore what you like?” Her voice is low and rough, and I shake my head. “I guess we’ll find out together.” She runs her delicate hand from my cheek to my jawline, stopping under my ear. I hold my breath, expecting her next move. “Personally, I really love it when I’m kissed here.” Her finger passes over my skin and I close my eyes, trying to give myself over to her touch. “Can I kiss you here, Belle?” she asks, and I nod too quickly, like a girl nodding when offered a piece of candy.
Valentina leans in and runs her full lips over my neck, and I feel a sharp pulse between my legs. Fuck, this is turning me on. She places slow, wet kisses on my skin, and blows into my ear. I ignore her cold breath. Something between a grunt and a moan slips through my lips, and it apparently encourages her to keep going. She caresses my hair and pulls it to tilt my head, giving her more convenient access.
Her lips are doing an excellent job, I feel them like ice on my hot skin and wonder if we’re all meant to be so frozen forever. I never understood until just this moment – and for a change, I’m sane – that it’s not just that our bodies are frozen in time, they’re cold as ice, literally. Someday I’ll complete the change and embrace the cold too, like Valentina.
Valentina reaches out her other hand and places it on my chest. She runs her manicured nails across my skin and cups my small breast. Her roughness makes me growl, and when she rolls my nipple in her hand I let go of the inhibitions I’d been tightly holding onto until then. I clutch the sheets in my hand but it’s not enough, I have to keep my hands busy. I reach for Valentina’s body and rip the top of her dress clean off.
Valentina’s lips pull away from me, and she stares at me, her mouth agape. Her breasts are incredible. She’s my age but she’s a real woman. She’s wearing a black lace bra and I can see her stiff pink nipples through them. She said no man would refuse a naked woman, but I have a feeling any man would prostrate himself at her feet if he saw the sight revealed to my eyes. Man or woman, Valentina is stunning to all, I have no doubt about that.
The surprise on her face is plain, but she doesn’t let that stop her and she presses a kiss to my lips. This kiss is nothing like the kiss I shared with Liam or Trent. Valentina’s tongue is smaller, less aggressive, and she uses much less saliva. She may be gentler, but her kiss fires a spurt of lava directly into my gut, and agonizing pain in between my legs.
Damn, it’s turning me on so much and suddenly all I’m thinking is that my sexual preferences are thrown into question.
I press my legs together and Valentina picks up on my torment. She pulls her hand from my breast and sends it between my legs.
“Fuck, Belle, you’re totally wet,” she whispers, lightly biting my lower lip.
Oh God, it’s too much! She massages my needy clit and I tighten my grip on her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She’s delicious, so delicious and I lose myself in her.
Our tongues circle each other in a seductive dance, and my hands caress all of her. Her skin is cold, but smooth and delicate, and I have to hold back to avoid hurting her in the sensual frenzy that’s completely overtaken me. Her fingers move in circles over my clit, and she picks up the pace the more I deepen the kiss.
When she pulls her hand out from between my legs, I give her a pleading stare to keep going. I’m trying to wake my vocal cords and say something, anything, but all my throat can do is let out a weak, needy whine. She understands what I’m asking for, and suddenly I feel something vibrating on my sensitive spot, causing me to leap up in surprise.
“Ah!” I call out, burying my head between her shoulder and neck. She holds me with her other hand and tangles it in my hair while she runs George between my legs in slow, gentle motions.
“That’s it, relax, Belle,” Valentina whispers, and I whine in response. It’s completely insane, everything that’s happening now. Dirty thoughts run through my mind and I want her to conquer me, every part of me, I want to let her devour me.
I close my eyes tight, giving myself to the pulses of the jugular vein in her neck, and the familiar itch in my fangs stirs to life. I want to scrape my gums with my fingernails to banish it, and the thoughts get filthier from moment to moment. I inhale Valentina’s scent; she’s using a horrendously sweet shampoo but the smell driving me crazy is the scent coming from between her legs.
I smell her, her need. She’s no less fired up than I am, and I’m sure that if I slide my hand under her dress I’ll feel her wetness. The idea turns me on so much that I run my fangs across her neck distractedly.
“You can taste me…” Valentina whispers, a tremor running through her body that snaps me out of my ecstasy.
What the hell am I doing? I shove Valentina away from me and she falls to the floor, landing on her butt. I don’t linger on the frightened look on her face, I just snatch the vibrator out of her hand and dash to the bathroom. I slam the door and make sure to lock it before I fall to my knees. I don’t stop to think as I slide the trembling vibrator inside me, stifling my cry of pain.
Fuuuuuck! I scream silently. It hurts! I don’t even need lube because I feel my wetness streaming down my thighs. I’m fucking dripping. I pull the vibrator out of me and slide it in again. In and out, and the stinging just grows stronger the more I do it. The pain is intolerable and I whine and slam my talons into the door.
“Belle!” Valentina calls me from beyond the door. She pounds on it again and again and I feel myself getting lost in the storm of emotions surging through me.
I punch the door with a fist, trying to signal to Valentina to shut up, but she keeps pounding on the door and I’m afraid that if I don’t come out soon she’ll rip it off its hinges.
When the pain between my legs starts fading, I look down and find that the inside of my thighs are covered with blood. Damn, maybe this is what’s driving her wild. I have to get rid of it right away. I open my hand and the bloodstained vibrator drops to the floor. I examine my bloody palms and curl up where I sit. The pounding on the door grows stronger but I can barely hear it. I bring my hand to my lips and lick the blood off my fingertips. A pleased groan slips out of my mouth and my eyes roll back with lust. Fucking divine ascension, that’s what that is . I slowly lick my middle finger.
“Belle!” Valentina’s scream snaps me out of the sensual delirium I was drowning in, and I shake my head to banish the fogginess.
I quickly get to my feet and wash myself in the shower. I thoroughly scrub myself and George with soap. When I’m sure the scent of my blood is gone, I shut off the water.
The pounding on the door has stopped. I wrap a clean tower around me, take a deep breath before leaving the room, and discover that Valentina is gone.