Another Night In

Susanna had been a friend, and a secret obsession, of Brian for just over a year. They met through his ex-girlfriend and had remained friends after that relationship ended. Susanna had a natual beauty; deep brown eyes and hair with a winter pale complexion and cherry lips, slightly plump with terrific curves without being ‘fat’. Susanna often stayed at Brian’s house on Friday nights, where they would talk about love, life and get drunk. They often fell to sleep together, but had as of yet not even kissed. Once again they lay in bed together, but this time something was different. Brian had drugged Susanna’s drink, and whilst Brian was still wide awake Susanna was absolutely lifeless.

Brian lifted Susanna’s arm and it dropped dead by her side. He picked it up again, this time far enough so that her fingers pressed against his cheek, and once again let it fall. This time it bounced and fell further outwards from her body, but she didn’t stir. Her rose-painted fingertips curled slightly inwards into a demi-claw.

Feeling slightly more confident, not to mention aroused, Brian climbed on top of Susanna and kissed her. He’d worried once that his first kiss with her might not be reciprocated, but now he grew even more excited as her lips refused to part until he drove his tongue with more force. He withdrew, and Susanna’s lips stayed parted, bright cherry curves revealing both sets of her teeth.

Sure that Susanna was now completely unconscious Brian began to remove her clothes. First her black ballet flats, which hid perfect plump toes painted to match her finger nails. Then her shirt, unbuttoning slowly before sliding her arms from out of the sleeves and pulling it from under her. It took a while to fully remove the tight shirt as her arms refused to lift merely from the pulling action. This was solely the effect of gravity, but Brian fantasised it as an subconscious resistance.

Next came her bra, night black against her pale white skin. Brian placed her on her side and quickly unhooked the back, pulling it off quicker than he had done her shoes or shirt. He paused, looking across her body like it was dead prey ready to be devoured. She lay, still perfectly still, dressed in only black footless tights and whatever laid beneath. One leg was slightly crossed over the over so that one foot rested above the other, whilst her arms were splayed across her chest. Brian moved them so that they fell perfectly straight at her side.

Brian hovered above Susanna. She looked so peaceful, so oblivious and yet at the same time seemed to be beckoning, calling for him to take her.