Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron’s Ute was an experience to drive, Aislen thought ruefully as she worked her way into the traffic of the town center. The handbrake was in the wrong place, and it was much bigger than any of the driving instructor’s cars or Tiffany’s little hatch. The traffic was heavier than normal, with cars diverting out of side street. Flashing blue and red lights drew their eyes to where police cars and an ambulance parked outside a small house, and people gathered on the paving, but Aislen could not look too closely as she had to watch for a gap to move forward in, the traffic banking up behind her.She moved forwards, shifting through the gears with a grimace. “I prefer automatics,” she told him.“It’s good to be able to drive both,” he replied. Cameron was relaxed but uncompromising as a supervising driver, giving her no opportunity to take the easy way out of things. “There’s a park,” he pointed.“That’s a reverse parallel park,” she replied. “Between two
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s alarm buzzed at the unbearable hour of five, and she grumbled as she turned it off and rolled out of her childhood bed, testing her feet on the floor. The pain was not as raw as it had been, more of a bruised feeling. She showered and rubbed ointment over the tattoos that she could reach and her three piercings, handling them gingerly, slightly disgusted by them, their movement within her flesh making her stomach queasy. Would they just heal if she took them out? She wondered. She’d have to search it on the internet and try to work it out. “F-king Triquetra,” she muttered under her breath as she realized that she couldn’t wear any of her corsets or bras as they’d rub against the tattoos. “F-king f-k f-kers,” she muttered as she pulled on a camisole and then tore open the costume packaging, shaking out the velvet dress. “Alright, that’s sort of cute,” she held it up against herself. She wriggled it on and pulled on a suspender belt and stockings, gr
Havermouth, Five Years Before“Are you alright?” Cameron asked as they returned to the car. “Yeah,” she said. “You drive though. I don’t think I can concentrate.”“All the more reason that you should drive,” he replied passing her the keys. “You’re going to get behind the wheel when you’re not well, when you’ve had to put your dog down, after getting fired from work, after hitting a bird, with the kids screaming in the back seat… You’re not always going to be focused. You have to learn to drive and put other things out of your head.”Their eyes met and held for a long moment, and she felt herself waiver. “Okay,” she sighed and took the keys. “But you better pay attention in case I f-k up.”“Nup,” he replied cheerfully putting the groceries into the back seat. “Otherwise, you’ll rely on me to do the thinking for you.”“F-k,” she clenched her teeth and got into the driver’s seat and started the engine as he joined her. “But you’re responsible for any collisions that might occur.”“If y
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen decided that what she needed was to get drunk. She tidied herself up and drove to the local bottle shop to spend half an hour browsing the aisles, selecting bottles. The drive through section was busy, and she had the aisles mostly to herself. She hummed along to the radio as she idled down the rows of wine and thought of Heath and how she had always been impressed by his casual ease in ordering wine. Even five years on, she had no idea what she was doing and selected mainly by how attractive the label, name, or bottle shape was to her. “That’s a good one,” Chris Arren, her father’s friend, said from behind her. “Oh,” she put it back on the shelf. “You remember me?” He picked up the bottle and tucked it under his arm. “Chris Arren?”“Yes, I remember,” she said uncomfortably, continuing down the aisle, pretending to browse. “It’s nice to see you again,” she lied. She was not in the mood for other human beings.“You haven’t called, about the group…?”
Havermouth, Five Years Before“We were arguing,” Aislen explained to the policewoman watching as the police secured the site for the forensic team coming from Rideten. Cameron was down the road nearer to the police car, talking to a policeman. The sun caught his hair, the bright copper tones standing out more than normal against the greenery. His face was pale and serious as he spoke. “And I stopped, because…”“Taylors road leads to the lookout,” the woman smiled with understanding. “About the only traffic on this road is teens going to park and make out.”“Yeah, I guess,” Aislen blushed. “We were going to do that, but then we got into a fight. We fight a lot. He can be a real d-ck, you know?”“I know,” the policewoman nodded with the unified empathy of women-kind.“So, I think I told him that I wasn’t going to keep driving there, or maybe he told me to stop driving there, I can’t remember. We were still arguing when we got out the car… And then he said to call the police as there was
Havermouth, Present TimeTalen continued to kiss along her neck as he backed her towards the bedroom, skillfully managing to combine caresses with removing her clothing. He leaned back as he lifted her top from her, and she had a moment of awkward shyness as he took in the tattoos and piercings. He reached out and touched the bars through her nipples gently, before continuing to undress her.He scooped her up and laid her on the bed gently under the fall of moonlight through the window and began to undress, his eyes on her. Aislen squirmed in the silence, fighting to find something witty and sexy to say, but she was still too raw and exhausted from the Triquetra.“I think,” he said slowly. “That we will take it slow and gentle tonight, little demon.”He knew, she thought, swallowing hard. He knew that something had happened and that she was fragile.He leaned over her, and she lifted her mouth to his, the kiss gentle and tender, and hot, scorching hot, his fingers stroking through her
Havermouth, Five Years Before“Mmm,” Rhett tugged her jeans and panties down her legs. She didn’t stop him, rolling onto her back and kicking her way free. “Top off,” he told her stripping off his clothing.She sat up to obey watching with interest as Cameron used the lube on Heath, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth as he began to penetrate. Heath’s eyes closed and his expression was intense. She saw his ribs suck in and out as he used his breath to relax his muscles. Cameron’s groan was gritty. “It’s f-king hot, isn’t it?” Rhett’s skin slid against hers as he moved between her legs. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Lie back.” He took her nipple into his mouth when she had done so, sucking, and then biting it between his teeth, the sharp pain sending twinges of sensation through her so that she understood why Cameron had wanted his nipples bitten. Rhett’s c-ck nudged against her c-nt, and he rocked into her shallowly, teasing them both before pulling out so that he could sl
Havermouth, Present TimeAislen lay on her stomach whilst Talen kissed along her back. His strong thumbs massaged over her arse and into her lower back, up over her ribs, around the edges of the tattoo, before kneading into her shoulders, and down her arms, discovering every knot and twist left from her days with the Triquetra and smoothing them out so that she moaned and groaned beneath his touch, relishing it with the greed of someone starving for tenderness. Talen had not pressed for more information, but lavished her with gentle seduction and love making until she was so lulled into bliss with it that her body had gone limp and compliant, and her mind had emptied of everything other than a warm fuzz that was helped along by the fact they had drunk most of the bottle wine between them."I have to go soon," he murmured as he rocked his c-ck into her, pressing against her arse as he sank deep. “And you need to sleep. Tomorrow, you will sleep yourself out, eat healthy, drink plenty o