The Misbegotten

Why had she walked away? Had she forgot we were to stay together? What was wrong with her? Didn’t she know these were perilous times?

Where the fuck had Tirza gone?

I saw her, but it wasn’t Tirza.

It was Lisa!

Holy shit, I had just seen Lisa. It had to be her. I recognized the distinct shape of her head, her shoulder-length, light brown hair - big curls and all. It had to be her. It had to!

I strained my neck to get a better view through the throng of people surrounding me. I could only make out the top of her cranium as she shifted back and forth upon her unwieldy gait.

Compelled, I couldn’t resist. I had to reach her, at any cost. I had to get Lisa!

Yet, something about the thought struck a dissonant cord within me, one I couldn’t quite place.

Then, she disappeared.

I pushed forward through the melee of what I assumed was rush-hour congestion, unsure of where I was. It wasn’t familiar. People were everywhere, packing the place wall-to-wall.

I chanced a glance here, a look there, surmising I was in some sort of train or bus station. It was an old one too boot.

But where I was, wasn’t important, not in that instant.

I was so close to finding Tirza’s lost sister. Only Lisa was important.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa’s brown locks bounce down one of the tunnel-like passages. It must lead to the buses (or maybe a train).

I ignored the details and began to twist and turn through the mob. I bumped into every third person and seem to lose a step for every two that I took, but I had no choice. I had to get to Lisa. I couldn't lose her once again. I redoubled my efforts, using my arms and hands to snake around bodies and mid-sections. Both thin and heavy alike, I was uncaring if I groped anyone in an inappropriate manner. I could care less if some fat broad took offense to an errant finger or palm.

I had to reach Lisa!

I was no more than a foot or two from the threshold of the tunnel. My eyes darted over a huge Arrival/Departure Board. It glimmered with myriad of colored letters when I heard her speak:

“Estefan, is that you?” It was a female voice, from behind, over my left shoulder.

I stopped, startled into rigidity. She was one person I hadn’t thought about in years, and yet…

“Julie, is that you?” I asked, turning to see an older version of the girl I had dated in ninth grade. She looked the same only more filled out, her hips flared and her breasts were full with teenage ripeness. She was wearing a red evening grown and heels that seemed to dance with flame. Her neckline plunged almost the entire way to her navel. Her hair she coiffed, sculpted, piled high atop her head.

I was as stunned by her appearance as by the fact she stood before me. She was the last person I had expected to see in a crowded train station (or bus station…). Yet… why was she dressed for Cinderella’s Ball? Everything about us was so dingy and dirty. Why would she risk damaging a gown as beautiful as the one she was wearing? It must’ve cost thousands of dollars.

“Of course, it is me, you dope,” she began with a coy curl of her lips. She gazed at me through her eyelashes. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” This was not the self-conscious, unsteady Julie that I knew from the past.

I stammered. “Y-yes, it has.”

“Where you going in such a hurry?” she wondered aloud. “Haven’t you come to miss me? Don’t you want to spend some time together, so we can catch-up?”

It was as though a bolt of electricity had hit me. Lisa! Sonofabitch, I had to find Lisa. I was wasting time!

I felt my face cloud. “I have to go, Julie. I don’t have time right now to ‘catch-up’.” I finished the sentence, but was no longer looking at her. I was bobbing my head up and down, back and forth like some gigantic Meerkat. I know I looked ridiculous. I didn’t give a shit. I had to find Tirza’s autistic baby sister before the NIA caught wind she’d escaped their clutches.

Something felt strange about the thought, as if I had known some hidden truth about the situation. Yet, I could no longer recall what it had been. The more I thought about it, the faster specificity fell away.

“No!” exclaimed Julie with such force it brought me up short. “You come with me, Effy!”

I stared at her in disbelief. Who was this girl? It was like something had possessed her. This wasn’t the Julie Mirlini had dated when I was a freshmen. This was altogether someone else.

“Julie, I can’t stay, I have to go. There is someone I have to find,” I explained. I took a couple of steps away, walking down the tunnel, peering through the multitude. I hoped to catch a glimpse of Lisa. I couldn’t see one fucking hair on her head. There were too many people.

I felt someone grab me by the forearm and pull hard, almost to the point of yanking. I had to spin on my left heel to keep from falling. For the moment, something dragged me in the opposite direction I’d been striding.

My eyes widened with shock to see Julie’s face no more than an inch from mine.

Her eyes blazed, her brow steeped with a feverish intensity. “I have something for you, Estefan,” she said sweetly, though none of the saccharine came anywhere near the icy chill of her orbs. “Something I’ve been waiting to give you for a long time.” She fell silent as if someone had turned down the volume of her voice. It was a gradual reduction of sound, so profound. I almost couldn’t hear the roaring of the horde about us; I was so intent upon it.

With indignation on the rise, I grasped the wrist of the hand that held me and squeezed. “Let me go.” My voice was level, the real me dove deep within. The boy that had watched his father beat his mother frothed to the surface. He was a different sort of person. He was unfeeling, direct, decisive… and at times, mean.

I squeezed harder.

Julie squealed, letting go of me. She tried with all her strength to rend her wrist from my grip. “You’re hurting me, Estefan! You fucker! You are hurting me,” she accused.

I let go and turned to see if I could find Lisa.

I saw nothing of her.

She was gone.

At my side, Julie began to cry. “I just wanted to make love to you, you savage!” she screamed of a sudden, through emotion that wept as much as she. It was wracking and made her heave time and again, for a while. Then, “Why was I never good enough for you?”

I fought the outrage. I stepped away from her, half-walked, half-ran down the concourse of the tunnel. Fuck you, Julie! You were the one that left me for the blonde hair and blue eyes of Brad Coving, I raged, but otherwise stayed quiet. My mind focused on more important things…

…Like finding Lisa before the NIA.

Why was that thought so disconcerting? I couldn’t quite place it within the scheme of things. I couldn’t make the square peg fit into the round hole. What the fuck was going on?

Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! It didn’t matter, I had to find Lisa.

I left Julie crying in my wake and shoved and pushed my way further down the tunnel. It was beginning to look more like a throughway leading to yet another part of the station – whatever sort of station it may have been. I could see, at its’ terminus, there was some sort of chamber beyond. It filled with more light and seemed a wide expanse of space. I bowled my way through the crowd. Choking with ire, my frustration made my neck feel hot and sweaty.

Fuck! I had to find Lisa before everything goes bad!

Was that the correct way to term it? Was I describing it in the right manner? Was I? Why did it feel wrong to me?

I stepped into her hard. I almost knocked her on her ass, which would’ve hurt like a bitch, because the ground was solid concrete.

“Ooof!” she blurted, air expelling from her lungs in a painful gasp.

I tried to hold her by the elbows, so I could keep her from hitting the ground and breaking something vital. My hands went frenetic. “Shit, I am so sorry,” I squawked like a goose, trying to get a decent hold of her before she spilt to the hard ground. I felt my nails bite through the flesh of the back of her arms. In that moment, I found something to grip and arrested her fall. I cringed at the cost though. This isn’t going to be good, I thought as I brought her to her feet trying to be as gentle as possible.

I felt horrible. I had just bum-rushed a girl! Shit! I felt so stupid it seemed like I shrank before her as she regained her bearings.

She clutched at her triceps where I had gouged her, steadier upon her feet with every passing second.

She was about five-foot-five; the top of her head was at the level of my eyes. She had dark, long and straight hair. So long in fact, it appeared to touch the top of her butt. But, it was her eyes that enthralled me, even then, during such a confusing, if not raucous, moment in time. They were the purest lime-green orbs I had ever seen.

No, this wasn’t true.

I had seen eyes like that before.

Reyna had eyes like that. Reyna had eyes that could stop a man within the span of a heartbeat. Reyna had -.

I felt like a reed before a hurricane. I was gazing upon Reyna Munoz (no relation to Jolene, but a Munoz nonetheless). This was the girl I had been messing around with over a year ago. I had been telling Katie about her that same summer. That was when my cousin had come about an inch from putting her moist mouth around the tip of my cock.

Reyna Munoz – she’d been my secret booty-call, my deviant little something-something on the side. She was the one who liked a good fucking up the ass while I worked her clit. She was the same Reyna, who would’ve denied I existed when the sun came up. In the light of day, she would have to face the truth of what she had become, what she liked for me to do to her.

Now, she was here in the station. She was wearing butt-hugging jogging shorts and a bustier made of the same material used in the making of wetsuits. It was complete with an over-sized zipper bisecting her luscious c-cup-sized tits.

It surprised me to see she wore nothing else. She was barefoot! And, of course, my dick throbbed with anticipation at that.

{I’ve told you all many a time; I am a sucker for feet, so deal with it.}

“W-what -?” was all I managed before she finished my thought.

“What’re you doing here, Eff?” Her brow knitted as though I’d been the one intruding or had unveiled another of her aberrant habits.

Hey, bitch, I’m not the one walking around a train station barefoot, I thought. I said something different though, just not as snide. “I could say the same thing to you.”

The furls on her forehead unwrinkled as she considered what I’d said, the brows of her eyes rising. “I was looking for someone,” she said, smug.

I guess it was an attempt at being secretive, but I didn’t bite.

Her words had washed my mind of any interest in her the moment they had left her lips. That’s right, dammit! I’m supposed to be looking for Lisa. Fuck! A step passed her, craning my neck to see if I could catch sight of the happy-go-lucky tween. But I couldn’t see shit through the legions of commuters about me. There were plenty of women and girls with curly, light-brown hair. None, though, had a head shaped like Lisa or possessed her awkward gait. With those two traits in sight, I could track her anywhere.

They were missing. Lisa was gone! Shit!

Maybe if I ran, I could catch up to her…

I felt small, delicate fingers encircle my bicep, an attention-getting tug followed. I turned to look into Reyna’s bottomless, almost-emerald eyes and forgot what I had been thinking about a second ago.

“Maybe I was looking for you…,” she murmured like a brook over pebbles. She tilted her head to the side – her hallmark alluring gesture.

Oh god, I don’t have time for this, I seethed internally.

“Reyna, you haven’t been looking for me for a long, long time now.”

“I know, so maybe it was time I started again. Don’t you think? It has been such a long time.” She clutched my wrist with her other hand, applying pressure, so I might take a step closer, if I were so inclined.

I wasn’t.

“What about your perfect boyfriend? Where’s he?” I demanded a little more forceful than I’d intended. That bastard had been a pain in my ass for years. He was the reason ever-present why Reyna would never date me in the open. He was the cause behind my misery when I had wanted her to be my girl in an exclusive way. Always, she had said no. He was her boyfriend. He was the one her mother and father approved of and that was final.

Yet, time and again, she had scurried from her bedroom at night. She had used the same tree so many other girls had used to climb into my bedroom on the second floor, and later the Loft.

Every time, she would attack me in my sleep, rip down my pajama bottoms and gag on my cock before I knew what the fuck was happening. Every time, she would fuck me until I was sore. She would allow me to do to her the dirtiest things I could think of until the sun began to lighten the eastern sky. It was the most debauched sex I would ever have, downright gross in some instances.

Like a switch, she would change the instant she began putting on her nightclothes. She would mutter I wasn’t allowed to call her or go over her parents’ house, giving this excuse or that – always stating it was for the better. Her rationale being, since she gave me ALL her body at night, it should be enough.

It wasn’t, though. Being the big-hearted boy I had been back then (and not the cold and calculating asshole I’d become), I wanted her to like me. I didn’t like being only a living sex toy. I felt I deserved more.

She didn’t.

“We broke up,” was all she offered.

“Your parents must’ve been devastated.”

She glared at me.

I let her stare for a bit longer. “I gotta go, Reyna.” Indifferent, I extricated myself from her.

I turned to peer back down the concourse. I yelped like a girl when I stepped into a roiling redness with a life onto itself and a pair of tits. “Whoa!” I exclaimed, bringing up my hands to steady myself.

“Estefan, don’t leave! I want to make it up to you!”

The sound of Julie’s voice shook me. “What the fuck!?!”

Why were these bitches clamoring all over me now? They hadn’t given a rat’s ass about me before, why now?

Estefan, it doesn’t matter, I told myself as stern as I could manage with a voice from within. Lisa is more important. Go and find her before it is too late.

Crap, Lisa! I have find Lisa before the NIA catches on that she’s escaped them.

Again, I felt like I was missing something. What was it I couldn’t quite place…?

Forget it, you dumb ass, go and find Lisa!

I grabbed Julie by the hips, which made her squeal annoyingly, thinking I was accepting her invitation. I picked her up by the waist and set her aside. “I have to go,” I explained, striding from her board-like form, stiff with shock.

“Wait, Effy!” said Reyna, fervent now, rushing around me from the other side. She intertwined her fingers within one of the belt loops at my waist, pressing me to a stop.

“Reyna, get out of my way,” I told her, tone flat, devoid of inflection.

She gazed up at me, using her most potent weapon – her irises. She blinked, letting them fill. “It’s been a long time…”

Then, mere inches from my ear, “Yes, Estefan, it’s been a long time for me too,” Julie purred.

I edged my head toward her, my chin jutting out on the verge of a cringe.

“Come on, Effy, let us give that ‘special’ little gift you love so much,” urged Reyna. Her hands were tracing over my chest, stopping at one of the buttons of my shirt.

“Come on,” whispered Julie, beginning to nibble at the bottom of my earlobe – yet another of my weaknesses. The fucking bitch knew this too!

I shuddered, involuntary, my eyes hooding. I could feel my ardor rise; the blood flow toward my crotch, an inevitable erection was seconds away.

Reyna began to unbutton my shirt. One, two, three and then used both hands to open the garment exposing my pectorals to the thousands of people about us. Yet, not one of them paid us any heed.

My breath caught when she took one of my nipples into her mouth, sucked for a moment, then bit down hard just the way I liked. I could see she was smiling as she held my sensitive flesh between her teeth. She knew this drove my wild.

At my side, Julie released my ear and dropped to my neck, tall enough to reach over my shoulder and nibble at it from behind. I could feel her hands wrapping about me waist as she found the button at the top of my jeans. She unfastened it with an experts’ touch.

I guessed I wasn’t wearing a belt, but the thought vanished when she pushed herself along the back of my body. She mashed her tits against the bottom of my shoulder blades, her pelvic bone nudging between my ass cheeks.

I had to do it. I leaned into her, letting her support some of my weight. Her fingertips found the zipper of my jeans and began to pull it downward. It felt Reyna’s nails scratch down both sides of my body as she dropped to her knees.

“I’m supposed to be looking for someone,” I moaned, struggling against the lust boiling up. I fought to remember what I ought to be doing.

“You found us,” breathed Julie against the nape of my neck. She worked my jeans and underwear over my hips, the cold air of the station goose-pimpling my skin.

I shivered in spite of myself. “But, we’re in public,” I said, trying to find anything that would slow them.

It didn’t work.

They ignored me.

I felt Reyna’s hand cup my manhood, the other surrounding the shaft of my penis. She applied just enough pressure so the head of it poked out, bulbous, engorged with blood.

Julie shifted to my side; her hands for the moment were free of me. She reached up to the back of her neck and unfastened the clasp of her dress there. In one fluid motion, the garment fell to the floor like red-hot magma, puddling around her feet. She stepped free of it completely naked, her skin supple and taut with youth. Julie had aged into a beautiful young woman.

I reached for her.

She strode, willing, into my grasp, kissing me hard upon the lips.

During that beating of my racing heart, Reyna took me in her mouth. She reached around, cupping both hams of my ass and pushed me as far as she could manage. She was not as well versed as Ramona or Katie, but the back of her throat felt wondrous nonetheless.

Wait… who was Ramona? Who was Katie…? Weren’t they important?

Something was nagging at the back of my mind. It was something crucial. But between Julie’s kiss and Reyna’s more intimate oral caress, it escaped me every time I tried to focus. But, I couldn’t. The girls owned me.

Julie kissed me for a while longer before she began to trail her lips down the side of my neck.

I opened my eyes and looked down. I watched as Reyna began to work my cock in perfect rhythm between her mouth and the slippery palm of her hand. I had to, I couldn’t stop myself. I pumped my hips into her thrusts. I kept pace with her manipulations of my manhood, feeling my balls tighten in ecstasy. I arched my neck and let my gaze search the dirty ceiling of the train station before closing my eyes.

From some misplaced corner of my mind, I wondered why no one was stopping us. I was getting a heckofa blow-job right there in the middle of hundreds and hundreds of people. Shouldn’t someone have raised a stink over it?

I peered about. Maybe not… They weaved and angled around us, not some much as glancing in our direction. They were intent on whatever meeting or deadline they had to make.

I saw her, in that moment, as my eyes shot back and forth to see if anyone disapproved of the sexual favors I was receiving.

She stood facing me, no longer running away. She wore a torn and tattered school uniform – light blue polo and pleated navy skirt with white nylons and only one shoe.

I realized with greater scrutiny that she didn’t look as she should’ve. Her hair wasn’t just mussed. No, large chunks of it were missing as if it had been forcibly ripped from her head. Her flesh looked gouged with huge rents – big, bloody, mushy cuts - beneath her mangled clothes. Her elbows and knees weren’t just scuffed. Where the thin layer of tissue should’ve been, it was missing and sickened white patches of bone shone forth. She looked as though she had been in a car accident. She was a mess.

Still, the girls continued. Julie went on kissing me all over and Reyna was doing such good work on my cock, I could feel I was near orgasm.

But I couldn’t take my vision from Lisa. I was going to cum, hard, and yet I couldn’t tear my orbs away from my ex-girlfriend’s sister.

She pointed at me with a finger twisted at a grotesque angle, her mouth working, though her jaw seemed shattered.

“Hnooo, Iffy!” she admonished. “Thoo an’t ooo dat! Thop it wight nahow!”

And then, she stomped her shoeless foot. Only it wasn’t just shoeless…

…It was without a foot as well.

“Holy fuck!!!” I screamed aloud and woke.