Okay, I'm giving a warning for oral sex. Yes, I know this is supposed to be a horror film, but you gotta let the hero get some, right? :D I mean, come on, atleast let him live a little while he's human! ;)
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Esther's mind was blank.
No matter how much she thought about the questions that Michael has asked her, her mind was completely silent. Michael confessed that he mysteriously thought of his memory when he kissed her. His mind must've been as blank as hers, because he was silent, staring at her in disbelief. This had never happened to her before, and it freaked her out even more knowing that Michael new nothing.
"I just... need to be alone, Michael." She placed her hand on his cheek. "Please. Just for a moment."
Michael smiled and put his hand over hers. "Anything you need, Esther. I'll be in the dining room if I'm needed."
Esther nodded in thanks and shut the door behind him, turning the dead bolt to lock it. This was the second time she'd locked herself in the bathroom to get away from something, except she couldn't hide from this. It was eating at her like a disease, consuming all of her thought until she was able to find the answer. It's just how Esther was. If she couldn't answer something, it would push her to the brink of insanity until she figured it out.
Her fingers drew comforting circles on her temples to settle the headache that was starting to form. Shouldn't she be worried about other things? Things like, are they going to make it out of this alive? When is Charlie going to have the baby? If it's not as soon as it should be, what if the ammunition ran short? And most importantly, could Esther keep from beating the tar out of Sandra before the day was over? That one would probably turn out to be a no. Then, another question crept into her head.
When this is all done and over with, what would happen to Michael?
Esther shook her head at the thought and directed her mind to other things. Since her iPod wasn't useful, the first thing thing her thoughts took a shine on was what every seventeen year old thinks of when they have nothing else to do and no one is around. Sex. Sure, Michael wasn't her first, but what she shared with him was extremely special. Esther had once made the mistake of thinking of Michael while she was getting off with someone else, and called his name during her orgasm. That was the first time she'd ever been hit by a man besides David.
She suddenly began feeling a tingly feeling in her stomach. The need to have Michael say her name was beginning to overpower her other emotions. She wanted his fingers in her hair, to make him moan, to swallow his juices. No! her conscience intervened. Do you really think this is the appropriate situation? "How about you shut the fuck up if you know what's good for me?" Esther whispered to herself, shutting the voice up instantly. She smiled in accomplishment and unlocked the door.
"No." she heard Michael say, "I won't risk being on the move when the baby comes."
"Michael?" Esther asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. He snapped his head in her direction, then walked to her. "I need to talk to you." Okay, she thought, that's not a complete lie. She led him into the bathroom and, once again, locked the door behind her.
"Yes, Esther." he questioned her. Her answer was pushing him against the wall and kissing him hard. He placed his hands on her hips and nibbled her bottom lip, which was Esther's biggest turn-on.
She moaned. "I'm going to do something. Don't freak out, okay?"
"I trust you." Those three words melted her heart.
Esther kissed him again, this time, passionately, and started unbuttoning his pants, gliding the zipper down. She slipped her hand inside his slacks and started stroking his already hard member. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she whispered seductively in his ear. "The first time can be pretty intense." Then, she pulled his member out of his pants, lowering herself to her knees.
"As I said, I trust you." He jumped as she ran her tongue from the base of his pulsing shaft to the tip. Then without warning, she engulfed all of his inches into her mouth, choking slightly. He moaned, "Oh God, Esther." As her tongue swirled, he became light headed. "Esther, you are talented in many ways, my love." He placed his hand on her head. He fisted her fine highlights when her tongue put pressure on his tip. He cried out and flinched. She was right, this was very intense, and he loved it. Her hands placed on his hips to hold him down. He looked down at her and marveled. Who knew that he would get so turned on watching her bob her head on his shaft? He'd seen Esther perform oral sex on other men, but he'd never imagined how good it would feel to have her lips wrapped around his member. Michael felt the familiar heat in his lower abdomen, and he came. "Esther!" He threw his head back, and she hallowed her cheeks, swallowing everything that he gave her. He pulled her up to him. "Darling, that was amazing." He kissed her, and tasting himself on her tongue hardened him again.
"You know," she giggled. "Your insane stamina makes me question you."
"How's that?" He moved his lips to her neck, causing a shiver to course through her spine.
''On how long you could go." she gulped.
A wicked smile played his features. "You want to find out?"
"Oh, someone got really sexy all of the sudden." she smiled. "But, not here. These walls are thinner than those in the office.''
He kissed her swollen lips. "I could... take you... right here... right now... and no one... would care." he said in between kisses.
"They wouldn't have a choice." she mumbled into his lips.
Sudden gunfire made them jump apart from each other. They burst out of the bathroom, surprised by the sudden light that flooded the diner. "Get back in your car!" Esther heard Kyle shout. Then, she saw him land on the ground outside. "Kyle!" she yelled. Esther watched as Kyle picked up a little boy and held him while holding a gun on a bunch of Goths who surrounded him. Then, the child said something to him and bit him, like Gladys had done to Howard, causing Audrey to jump to the ground. "Shit!" Esther yelled. She grabbed the nearest gun off of a table, made sure it was loaded, and told Bob to open the door.
Michael, however, disapproved. "Do not open the door." he held a gun to Bob's head. "If you do, we all die."
"No, Michael." Esther interjected. "I've got to get Audrey."
He hesitated, seeing how determined Esther was, then, "Fine, but I'm going with you." He grabbed two large guns and held them at his sides. "Open the door."
"That's my Angel." she whispered, then stood behind him, like she always would. "Are you ready?" He nodded in reply.
Then, Bob opened the door.
Yes, I realize I totally went off the subject of her 'mind reading' ability, but I have a point to it. Maybe you'll find out in the next chapter? Muahahaha :D
