Actually if they were worse they could be a good conversation starter, he said to himself.
Had the bruises arrived from another more honorable situation Jimmy wouldn’t have minded talking about it, but given the source he would prefer it if people didn’t notice.
An idea occurred.
He flipped off the set of lights closest to the mirror and looked at himself again. The bruises were pretty hard to see when the light wasn’t focusing on it directly, and since the lights at the dance would most likely be set on low to produce a more formal atmosphere he probably had nothing to worry about.
She planned this, he said to himself. It was something he had been thinking about ever since coming home, showing and laying in bed, one which he had not slept in, but merely rested in because sleep had never arrived.
Megan had purposely peed on herself so he would clean her legs and the floor and make himself vulnerable for attack, all without any possible way of escaping afterward, which was startling.
Megan didn’t care if she died as long as she took him with her.
The thought chilled him to the core.
At the same time he knew he didn’t really have to worry about this kamikaze attitude from her any longer because the chances that she would even be able to attempt anything like this again was pretty slim. Future girls might try, though, which is why he would have to be more careful once he felt he was ready to start grabbing them again — his mind still unsure if he should wait until he had his own place or continue to use the fallout shelter.
If you had simply tied her legs together this wouldn’t have happened.
Binding a girl’s legs together had never really been part of his fantasy, but it didn’t really detract from it either, so he figured he would experiment with it. The only downside was that he enjoyed seeing them kicking their legs when lifted off the ground, their feet trying to find something solid to balance on and relieve the pressure from their wrists.
Make a spreader bar.
Though he had never before considered it, he knew he could make the item fairly easily and that once it was in place a girl would not be able to bring her legs together unless she broke the bar, which would require a considerable amount of strength. He also was pretty sure he had everything he needed in the house, but then, such a bondage item wasn’t necessary now because Samantha and Megan were not in any condition to fight with him.
An image of Megan’s face arrived causing him to shudder.
Busting up a girl’s face had never been a part of his fantasy and was something he never wanted to do again. Hell, just slapping Samantha across the face the other day had soured his stomach.
Actually the more he thought about it whipping the girls with his belt like he had done wasn’t all that appealing either. In the videos he watched it turned him on and got him off, but in real life, well, he liked watching things like that and seeing the reaction of the girls rather than being the one to administer it.
You liked taking part in the sex with Tina.
But your favorite part was watching her go down on you and watching your cock being swallowed up by her mouth and pussy.
He had also enjoyed seeing the look on her face when he had used his fingers on her, something he had never before done to a girl but seemed to be good at, probably thanks to all the videos from Kink.com where forcing girls to have orgasms over and over again seemed to be the main goal.
Torture her with pleasure!
That is exactly what he had done to Tina. He had made her orgasm so many times with his fingers that she had forced his hand from within her and rolled him over onto his back, her screams of pleasure and cries for him to stop having been replaced by his own moans.
If I had known Tina and I would do that I would never have grabbed Samantha.
His mind didn’t have a response to this statement, though not because it was true, but because he actually feared it was false.
The thought that followed was even more disturbing: If given the choice between the two last week which would you have chosen?
Jimmy knew the answer, but didn’t want to admit it to himself even though it was impossible to hide himself from his own thoughts. Instead he tried distracting himself by heading back into his room and watching TV while he drank his coffee, and then, not long after that, going into town with Alan to pick up the tuxedos.
“What?” Tina demanded as her mother knocked on the closed bedroom door.
“Can I come in?” Rebecca asked.
“Why?”
“Because I want to talk,” she said.
“Call one of your knitting friends.”
“I want to talk to you!”
“Fine.” Tina had been looking at her blue homecoming dress, somewhat depressed because she hadn’t been able to buy something new, and now got up to unlock her door.
Rebecca stepped inside and said, “Do you know how many mothers would smack their daughter’s silly for speaking to them the way you speak to me?”
“Do you know how many mothers wouldn’t have left their daughters even if their marriage was a little difficult,” Tina asked back.
“Do you know why I left?” Rebecca asked. “Did you father ever tell you?”
Her father had given her many theories on why her mother had left, each one of them seeming to make sense even though they both didn’t have a clue as to which one, if any, was right. Rather than say this Tina kept her mouth shut.
“No?” Rebecca asked with a laugh. “I bet he told you lots of different reasons, but never the real one because in his mind it wouldn’t have been a reason at all.”
Tina had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what she was about to hear.
“He never saw what he did to me that night as wrong even though I protested against it and screamed at him to stop.” She clasped her hands together and looked up as if getting ready to pray but instead laughed. “He thought he had earned it after spending so much time and money on me and the more I fought with him the more aggressive he became.”
Tears started to gleam in her eyes but did not fall, her face still more hysterical than sad.
“I knew what he wanted when he suggested we get some fresh air, but I was so overwhelmed with the entire situation that I didn’t even protest that, and then, when he started kissing me out in the football field behind the bleachers I kind of liked it, and would have cherished the memories if it hadn’t gone any further.”
Tina didn’t want to hear anymore and stood up, but to her surprised Rebecca grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her back down on the bed, her body using strength that Tina would never have expected.
“Don’t you dare leave!” Rebecca snapped. “For nearly eighteen years your father filled your head with lies and now it is my turn to tell you the truth. You father raped me that night behind the bleachers and when I screamed for him to stop he put a hand over my mouth.” She shuddered. “I still remember the sweaty taste of his palm and then the blood as I bit his thumb. I can still hear the sound of his shouting with pain even as he exploded inside of me and to this day I truly believe that if he hadn’t have ejaculated so quickly I would have cut through the bone and severed the thumb.”
Tina was going to say something but then suddenly remembered asking her father about the scar on his thumb when she was younger.
My friend accidentally closed a car door on it, he had said with a smile. That’s why I’m always so careful to make sure you’re clear of the car when I close the door.