Alison's Wonderland (14 page)

“Yes. Perfect,” she mumbled through tired lips that didn’t want to move now that they had been kissed and bruised into laziness.

She felt him shift, arms folding tighter around her body.

“In the morning…?” she asked as his body pressed gingerly against hers, careful not to hurt wounded flesh too much.

“In the morning the change recedes. Things regain their normal shape.”

She nodded sleepily and rubbed at his wrist where smooth leather usually met her fingers.

“But tonight…?” she said, forcing more words out because she had to know.

He thought a minute or two.

“The wolf still roams until moonset. Until sunrise.”

“Even without his skin.”

“Exactly.”

Another little pause where they listened to the sounds of the night. An eighteen-wheeler on the distant freeway, the chirpings and rustlings of creatures making the most of the remaining hours of darkness.

“This is why I love you,” she said.

She heard the little growl in his chest, that sound of satisfaction when he knew he’d served her well. Devoted, as loyal and long suffering as a hound. No, as a tamed wolf.

In the dark, she smiled.

Contented, she slept.

Gabriel says the most important thing he learned in college was that a really hot cheerleader can have pretty much anything she wants. I’m not saying he’s wrong, or that it’s a bad thing, ’cause in 1983 I was a really hot college cheerleader. Like most of life’s important lessons though, that one had implications I didn’t quite understand at the time. Still, it was fun while it lasted.

My fondest memory from those days involves crashing a game of Advanced Dungeons & Dragons. You know, the fantasy game with wizards, monsters and thick volumes of instructions, the sort of thing that could only be popular amongst nerds.

Why would a hot cheerleader crash a gathering of fantasy-role-playing geeks? In a nutshell, I had recently decided my boyfriend, as gorgeous as he was, was much too annoying to keep, and I was bored to death with the football scene. I was intrigued by the idea of a group of college-age students sitting around playing a game that consisted of little more than metal figurines and silly dice with lots of sides. I knew it was based on imagination and a bunch of rule books full of elves and
goblins and swords. It could not be any
less
like football. I got wind of an AD&D gathering and decided to expand my horizons. Everybody’s horizons, as it turned out.

So close your eyes and picture me as a college girl in 1983. I’m fairly tall, with blond hair, icy-blue eyes and a killer, twenty-year-old athletic body. It’s the eighties, so make that blond hair big, with bangs teased upward. It’s winter, so include very tight jeans, leg warmers and a puffy pink vest on top of a tight sweater. Okay, the photos make me cringe a bit now, but back then, I had power…

It was damn cold out, so I jabbed the buzzer again, my breath steaming. They’d better be here—I had walked all the way across campus. After the fifth or sixth buzz, the door finally opened.

A skinny guy with long, dark hair managed to say, “What the hell do you want?” before he really noticed me. Then his jaw kind of hung open.

“You must be Gabriel,” I said. No response. “Your cousin said I might find you here,” I added. I’d been fishing for something different to do, and one of the girls on the squad had a cousin that played Dungeons & Dragons a lot. This guy fit the description, but if he was her cousin, he wasn’t saying anything yet.

“Can I come in?” I finally asked. “It’s fucking cold out here.” The language jolted him enough to pull the door open more, so in I went.

“Raven,” someone yelled. “What the hell are you doing? Ditch them and get back in here.”

“Raven?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

He looked at his feet. “Um, we call each other by our nicknames here mostly,” he told the floor.

“Well, why not?” I said. “My name’s Jenny by the way.”

“I know who you are,” he said.

A young woman burst into the hallway, words spilling out of her. “Raven, come on! We’re still waiting at the Circle of Darkness and Dominus is getting pissed off.” She stopped short when she saw me and flat-out stared.

“I’m Jenny,” I said brightly. When no one said anything, I asked Gabriel, or rather, Raven, “Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Jenny, this is Math-Girl,” he said.

I tried not to laugh. I mean, she was small and wearing Coke-bottle-thick glasses, the sort of glasses you just don’t see anymore, but still: Math-Girl?

“They call you Math-Girl?” I finally said.

“We call each other by our nicknames here,” she said defiantly.

I shrugged and smiled. “Well, why not?” I said. “Lead on. I can’t wait to meet Dominus.”

It turns out I probably could have waited. The final member of their fantasy trio was solid looking and oozed attitude, which reminded me too much of football. When we got to the room, he proceeded to browbeat both Raven and Math-Girl ferociously, telling them their characters were going to die horrible deaths if they didn’t take the Circle of Darkness more seriously. He spoke like an irritable drill sergeant and clearly had control issues.

He stopped when he saw me, though. “What is SHE doing here?” he asked no one in particular.

No one answered, so I said, “I’m here to play a game.”

He sneered. “This isn’t checkers. You can’t just jump in. These two have advanced characters, and they’re about to attempt an extremely difficult challenge.”

“Right,” I said. “The Circle of Darkness, I presume.” I smiled at his reaction. “But that’s okay,” I continued. “I don’t want to play
that
game.” I wanted to try something different,
and a friend of a friend had suggested fucking someone with a strap-on. I think she was just being outrageous, but after that, I started having fantasies about it. Pretty soon I was dreaming about fucking a room full of people with a strap-on. Finally, I went out and bought a strap-on.

Now fucking a room full of people with my new attachment seemed a bit unlikely, but to tell the truth, one of the reasons I wanted to crash a D&D party was that I figured I could use my body and my popularity to get these kids to do just about whatever I wanted. And I wanted to fuck them.

Dominus, Math-Girl and Raven were all looking at me expectantly. I’m sure it was strange enough to have an A-list cheerleader in their midst, but if I didn’t want to join their world of magic and multisided dice, why was I here?

“I’d like to have sex with each of you,” I said, thoroughly enjoying their expressions.

“Sure!” said Dominus, probably hoping to get into me before I changed my mind. “Bedroom’s right over there—I’ll go first.”

Raven was unreadable, but Math-Girl gave me a puzzled look. “You want to have sex with
me?
” she asked somewhat plaintively.

I stood and stretched a bit, letting my tight jeans and sweater speak for a moment or two. Then I said, “I should probably be a bit more specific.” I plopped my Chanel handbag down and pulled out a harness, a medium-size pink dildo, a tube of lubricant and a box of condoms. I placed each item somewhat carelessly down in the middle of their game. My sexual accoutrements looked decidedly out of place amidst their strange dice, the little metal figurines and the rule books. All three of them stared.

“Holy shit,” Raven whispered.

“You want to fuck our asses with that?” Dominus said. “That’s what you mean by having sex?” His face was quite
expressive, and I watched disbelief, disappointment and then anger all scroll across it. Finally, he said, “No fucking way!”

Math-Girl didn’t say anything. Her eyes just went back and forth from the dildo to me.

“Tell you what,” I said. “No matter what happens, I get to fuck each of you.” I leaned over the table and picked up the die with the most sides, studying it for a second or two. “But afterward, if you roll, say, sixteen and up on this twenty-sided die, then
you
get to fuck me.” I rolled it—it came to fourteen. I shrugged. “What do you think?”

They were all looking at me intently, their eyes betraying a variety of emotions. I wasn’t a plus-four wizard, but it was time to unleash some of my magic. I pulled my sweater over my head, standing before them in tight jeans and a white bra. I shook my mane of blond hair. I unbuttoned the top of my jeans.

“I’m in,” said Raven softly. I smiled at him.

I walked over to where Math-Girl was sitting. I leaned over and gently pulled her glasses off. Her eyes, still big, remained fixed on mine as I kissed her.

“What’s you’re real name?” I asked.

“F-Flora,” she stammered softly.

I moved my lips to her ear. “Flora, will you offer your beautiful body to me?” I breathed. She shuddered.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice almost imperceptible. I slipped my tongue into her ear and she shuddered again. “Take me any way you want,” she said, louder this time.

The hell with wizards, I felt like a god as I walked over to Dominus. “And what’s
your
real name?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, his face defiant.

I stood right in front of him and peeled off my jeans. I spun, a vision of youthful grace, beauty and power. I often wish I could watch my performance on video now, over twenty years later. I stared at him and could practically read
his thoughts—while he was very unsure about letting me fuck him, he knew damn well this was his only shot at a woman like me in the real world.

“My name is Dave,” he finally said, his defiance gone. I felt triumphant. My body and the force of my personality had vanquished their fantasy world. In Dave’s imaginary dungeons he was the master, but here in the real world, in a dorm room in 1983, he was willing to let me fuck him. Awesome.

“So who’s first?” I asked playfully. When no one answered, I picked up another one of the dice on the table. This one appeared to have twelve sides. Using as deep and serious a voice as I could, I intoned, “Dominus, 1 to 4. Math-Girl, 5 to 8. Raven, 9 to 12.”

I guess they were used to this sort of thing, because all three of them leaned forward and watched as I rolled, their eyes fixed on the tumbling die. A ten showed up, and everyone turned to look at Raven. He shrugged, but I could see the apprehension in his soft eyes.

“How are we going to do this?” he asked.

I walked up to him and turned around. “Undo my bra, then take off your clothes,” I said. I watched the other two as Raven fumbled a bit with the hook in the back. When my breasts popped free, Dominus Dave’s eyes seemed to glaze over. Math-Girl Flora tried to look away, but when I walked back to the table and began to put the harness and dildo on, she was watching just as intently as the other two.

By the time I put a condom on the dildo and turned around, Raven was completely naked. For a second, I wasn’t sure what to do next, after all, I’d never done this before. I’d worn the harness and dildo at home, but I’d never actually fucked anyone with it. I was standing in the center of a strange room, wearing only white panties and a strap-on, and there was a skinny, naked young man in front of me. Nearby, his friends were watching.

Let the games begin,
I thought, and motioned him to the couch. I picked up the lube and caught up with him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him for a kiss. Up close, those dark eyes of his were quite captivating, but I wasn’t about to become a captive. I spun him back around, bit the back of his neck and pushed him forward.

The other two watched me lube up as if it was the most interesting thing they’d ever seen, and how could it not be? I reveled in their attention, slopping the excess onto Raven’s pale ass, grinning at his intake of breath. Holding his narrow hips, I moved in closer.

It was easier than the first time I had anal sex, that’s for sure. It was like he trusted me right away. There was a brief moment of resistance, then he relaxed and in I went. Flora made the loudest noise of anyone, a long “Ooooo” as the dildo disappeared completely.

Though I was tender enough at first, I couldn’t resist grabbing that long, glossy dark hair of his and pulling his head back. Keeping one hand on his hip, I gave him some deep, steady thrusts. It was kind of sweet how quickly he came. He turned to look at me as it happened, his eyes first fixing on my bouncing boobs, then meeting my own the moment his whole body began shuddering. I took him through what seemed to be a powerful orgasm, and I felt like the Queen of the World.

I was putting a fresh condom on when he recovered enough to roll the big die. He needed a sixteen or higher to fuck me, and we all watched very closely. A four came up. I have to admit, I was half relieved and half disappointed. I was on a power trip, and didn’t want to relinquish a fraction of it. Still, there was something sweet and sexy about this quiet, skinny guy.

Enjoying being the center of attention again, I picked up
the twelve-sided die. “Now you’re 1 to 6,” I said to Flora, “and you’re 7 to 12,” I finished for Dave. It came up five.

Flora closed her eyes, sighed softly and began to remove her clothing. She was all curves, and under her baggy sweatshirt were surprisingly large breasts.

“Look at me, Flora,” I said, standing in front of her. My panties were wet now, but I left them on. I flexed some muscle. Cheerleading can be quite demanding, and I was strong. I reached down and stroked my dildo, putting on a show.

“How—how do you want me,” Flora whispered. I had a startling thought. We were all juniors or seniors in college, but was this girl a virgin? Oh, my God—I didn’t want to take her virginity this way. Did I? Power trip or not, waves of conflicting emotion ran through me. I stepped right up to her and whispered in her ear.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I asked. I put my ear to her lips.

“N-no,” she whispered back. “At least, not in my—my pussy.”

For some reason, the difficulty she had saying the word made me want to make sweet, gentle love to her. I stepped back. “Bedroom,” I said.

Dave went in first, clearing the bed off. Gabriel followed. I knew they wanted to watch, I wanted them to watch, and I think Flora did to. She had watched me fuck Gabriel intently enough.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. “On your back,” I said, and she settled down. “Open your legs,” I said, still standing. She opened them, quite wide, her eyes never leaving mine. I knelt on the bed and touched her—there would be no need for the lube. Moving into position, I opened her gently with my fingers and she groaned.

I took her like my best lovers had taken me, with a mix of
tender compassion and animal lust. Our skin got warm, then hot, and our fragrances mingled and filled the room. The boys were dead silent, fascinated, probably absorbing how to do it right. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I lifted Flora’s leg, positioned it so each of us was grinding the other’s clit, and I fucked her for all I was worth. Quiet little Math-Girl got remarkably loud, yelling and thrashing as if electrified. I let myself come, just a little, as she came big for the second time.

We all walked back to the main room for the next roll. A good orgasm suited Flora well. Her skin was flushed and warm looking, her dark nipples erect. She had put her glasses back on, but didn’t bother with any of her clothing. Moving to the table, she picked up the twenty-sided die.