Stasi
Chapter 6
Stasi
October 31, 2014 – Halloween – 2 Days till Death
Writing anyone other than Becca’s name on my skin is painful, but I’m nothing if not committed to perfectly executing Halloween costumes—it’s a sacred art. From the ‘Tiff’ necklace and mole, to the way I’ve tucked my hair to appear shorter. The slip I’m substituting for the wedding dress might be a tad shorter, but it works. I did the best I could with such last-minute notice. It was a lucky coincidence that I was sitting outside Becca’s window eavesdropping on her conversation with her mom.
The candles flicker on the altar. Thank you, Aphrodite.
I’m not quite ready just yet, so I take a seat at my vanity and pick up my tarot cards. While I shuffle with practiced fingers, I hum along with Melissa Etheridge’s iconic voice. The gilded edges reflect the candlelight as I pull three cards. Any remaining unease about going to the frat party tonight slips away when I reveal The Star upright, followed by the Six of Wands upright, and finally, the Two of Cups upright. A tingle of anticipation courses through me at all the signs pointing to good things on the horizon.
Tonight is the night. And just to be sure, I’m bringing a trusted friend for good luck. Reaching out my window into the large planter box that hangs from it, I grab the jars of sex toys that I charged under the moon last night. Brushing away the dirt, I open each jar and pull out an amethyst wand, a strap-on dildo, and my handy fingertip vibrator—thankfully waterproof. The vibe is the only thing coming with me, but there’s no harm in being prepared for other activities when Becca could very well be coming home with me.
A rush of adrenaline spikes within me. Is this that Christmas Eve feeling everyone with normal families talks about?
I’m anxious to get to the party, to see my girl, but I don’t want to be standing around with nothing to do. The last thing I want is to talk to anyone. Checking the clock, I decide to kill a little more time with a ritual.
I sprawl out on my bed, part my legs, and bring the toy to life. The low buzz of the vibrator drowns out the quiet music as I slip my finger beneath my panties, concentrating the toy on my clit, while my other hand teases my center. With intent focus, I replace my surroundings with the fantasy I invoke into fruition.
I’ll walk Becca through it; she hasn’t ever been with another woman. She’ll need a bit of encouragement, but I know she’ll be a natural once she gets over her own hang-ups.
“Becca,” I moan. “Touch me right there, baby.” My middle finger teases my entrance. “Yeah, just like that, ease yourself on in. I’m ready for you” Her elegant hands will look so lovely exploring my cunt. “That feels amazing, the way you’re working my needy pussy.” I pump in and out in tandem with my vibrating pointer finger that moves in circles. “Go ahead and add another finger.” My right pointer finger slips inside me. “Fuck into me just like that. You’re doing so good, Angel.”
My hips arch off the bed, and I suck in a breath as I ratchet up the vibration level. “That’s it. Faster. Harder. Show me who this pussy belongs to. Make me say your name.” My back bows and my toes curl. “Yes, yes, yes…” I’m so close. I add more pressure against my clit as I move my fingers faster. “Oh, fuck, shit, Becca,” I yelp as words fail me, and I’m only able to moan out my orgasm.
Once I’ve collected myself and cleaned the toy, I lace up my black combat boots and pull on the leather jacket that completes the look from the movie, then give a spin in the mirror. It’s perfect.
Now, to confront my fear of going to a frat party. The things I do for love.