Drowning Ophelia (Immoral Dracula)

Dedication

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For my beautiful and intelligent sister.

The bus was late. It should have arrived thirty minutes ago. The college semester ended yesterday and with the school’s new policy, all students had to be out of dorms by the end of the day. It was the school’s way of thanking the students for giving them all of their money. Now, she found herself packing for home two days sooner; waiting for the bus two days before usual.
 

When the bus arrived it would take her to a dingy apartment inland of a small lakeshore town. The bathroom tiles would be musty pink. The kitchen walls would be peeling and the linoleum warped by the lake, but she would never see the lake. She would work at a bar, each and every night, while men groped at her ass. She would go home each and every day, stare at the dirty, peeling linoleum and think how alike they were.

 
Men would pull up her skirt all summer, make her dirty, but never see what was underneath. Sometimes she wanted to take one home. She pictured bending over just a little bit and letting them see a little more. She felt a desire to pick a fallen napkin and let them all see that she never wore any underwear. When they reached to take what was underneath she would grab their hand, throw them down, stab a fork in their neck and fuck them until the blood ran dry. She figured then she could say she took her own virginity. Instead she swatted their hands away. Instead she smiled. Instead she went home and stared at the peeling linoleum. Picturing herself underneath.

This happened every night until the beginning of the next school year. If the previous two years proved as any precedence, she would go to class each and every day until the end of that year, when she would find herself at the bus stop.

 
Thunder clapped like the big bass intro to a lively jazz song. Ophelia was soaked.

She wore nothing save a white dress. Once willowy, it clung to her wet and supple skin so that you could see everything. Ophelia looked down, the wet cloth stuck to her peachy, pale breasts. The rain was cold and her nipples pointed through. The cloth hugged her navel and made between her thighs a perfect triangle of smooth, enticing skin… She really should have worn more clothing.
 

Ophelia seated herself on the bus stop bench. She was already soaking, so why not sit in the pooling water? At least it’s warm. The sun was hanging between sky and mountains as if unwilling to leave, and all around the world was a beautiful orange and pink.
 

 
Raindrops slid down Ophelia’s velvety, luminescent skin; like a moon struggling to be released in a never ending sunset.
 
Her silvery hair clung to her back like stardust. All around her the night shone as raindrops fell like diamonds falling from the sky.
 

A veil of indigo sheathed the world, night was coming. Ophelia looked to her suitcase, standing alone and erect against the looming dark. She couldn’t stay there all night. Her zero prospects were beginning to weigh. The pouring rain, the night, the student debt, the lack of friends or family—

Through the worry a pair of headlights came.
 

The bus was entirely crowded. Odd, for the bus to a small lakeshore town had never been so crowded before. No one came out to help Ophelia put her things in the cargo as they usually did. When she went inside, the driver was buggish and standoffish. That helped her to understand how the bus had stopped, screeching to a halt, literally. The breaks sounded horrible. It was almost cartoonish the way it stopped. It seemed to skid and lurch forward. It didn’t make her feel all the much better about getting on the thing. Ophelia took one last look outside before the doors closed. The night was wet and pearly. She didn’t exactly like her destination, but… She turned around to find a seat.
 

There was only one seat available. Next to a very gorgeous, very intimidating looking woman. She had cropped, mahogany hair; wide, almond shaped eyes; brilliant white teeth, and height. Her shoulders were carved like Grecian marble statues. She looked tough and gentle. Well groomed and dirty. Ophelia shifted. Covering her wet breasts, she looked around. No, the bus was still entirely crowded and hers was still the only seat available.

“Ya nee’ta sit.” The bus driver twitched. Ophelia reluctantly moved toward the empty seat, looking back occasionally at the bus driver.
 

The bus lurched forward while Ophelia still peered over a shoulder. Her neck snapped forward and Ophelia’s vision was a whirlwind. Her body thrust with the lurch, arching with an invisible push. Navel colliding with the corner of one seat, head smacking another, she contorted and fell backward in to the lap of the woman. Ophelia rubbed her temple, disoriented.
 

“Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Ophelia said, sitting up, “I don’t know what just happened.”
 

“It happened so quickly. The bus started and you fell. The guys a jerk,” the woman gestured up front, “I don’t know who let him drive.” Ophelia nodded, looking to her lap. Her dress was soaked clean through. The skin shone through like moonlight. One could see everything, like the smooth outline of her thigh tracing the smooth, pink between her thighs. The woman noticed. Ophelia flushed.
 

“I’m Nina.” Nina took off her sweater and gave it to Ophelia. The sweater caught the shirt underneath, revealing her supple and voluptuous breasts. Ophelia took the sweater, wordless as she watched Nina pull her white undershirt back over her bosom. The thin cotton did nothing to hide what was underneath; a circular outline of her heaving bosom peaked by dark, pointy nipples.

“Th-Thanks,” Ophelia finally managed to stutter, embarrassed by her brazenness. Ophelia lifted her arms to put her sweater on. As she lifted her arm, the hem of her dress came with. Ophelia was exposed for an instant, and for an instant Nina watched.

Ophelia got the sweater on over her nipples perky from the wet storm. She flushed when she noticed her exposed self and ran a smooth finger over the top of her hemline. Nina placed a delicate hand on Ophelia’s cold thighs and Ophelia felt herself grow wet between the legs, and it was not just from the rain.
 

It was all so confusing. Who was this woman? She was kind and she gave Ophelia her sweater. What an incredibly doltish thing to do, not unpacking a sweater when standing in the rain! And she had the most luscious lips. What was she doing putting a hand on her thigh, though? Not that Ophelia minded. It was warm, soft, and she kind of wished that she would move it up an inch or two. She was so curious…

Ophelia turned her head, silvery hair falling in her face. She placed one hand on her thighs, surreptitiously moving her fingers just so theirs touched. She shifted her legs just so her hemline lifted.

“It’s always been a fantasy of mine to join the mile high club.”

“Me too…” Ophelia didn’t feel like sharing that she hadn’t even joined the zero miles high club. The two had been flirting with each other for the past hour, and Ophelia had been doing it the most. This was her raison d'être. She wouldn’t call herself a tease per se… but others might. Is it still a tease if one is just afraid? Ophelia just couldn’t let go of the fork. Get too close and she’ll stab one in the neck. “Too bad we aren’t in an airplane.” Ophelia pulled out her fork. Nina squinted. “But there are so many people.” Ophelia lifted her fork to Nina. Nina smiled devilishly, leaning toward her. Nina placed one hand around her shoulder and another under her dress “I’ll be quiet if you will.” Ophelia bit her lip as Nina inserted one finger inside her. It did feel good… She lowered her fork. “Shhh…” Nina rotated her thumb, slowly teasing her.
   

“Lift up your dress,” Nina whispered, nibbling on Ophelia’s ear.
 

“But the people…” Nina inserted another finger. “I want to see you.” Ophelia mumbled a slight protest and Nina swirled her thumb again. Ophelia quivered in pleasure, moaning slightly. “Shhh….” Nina kissed Ophelia’s ear, lightly tonguing her neck. Ophelia sighed. Nina teased another finger between her thighs. Ophelia shivered. She moved her body toward Nina, begging her to enter more. Nina teased her more, playing a supple finger on the outside of her dripping wet lips.
 

“Lift up your dress,” Nina teased Ophelia. She lightly placed a third finger inside of her and then pulled it out. Ophelia pushed her head against the seat in pleasure. She turned to Nina, writhing. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

In the dark of the bus, under the dim yellow lights while most of the passengers slept, the two girls undressed.
 
They watched each other intently. It felt just like the one, and only, summer camp Ophelia attended. “You first.” Nina said. “Together.” Ophelia pulled off Nina's sweater, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Then together they pulled down their tops, exposing their bare breasts to the open air. Nina's voluptuous, tan melons and Ophelia’s ripe, moonlit peaches.

Nina bit her lip. “Anyone can see you,” Ophelia teased, she felt naughty and empowered. Nina shoved Ophelia so that she fell half naked in to the bus isle. “Just for that I’m not showing.”

 
“I’ll show you mine.” Nina slowly pulled down her yoga pants past her curvy hips to reveal the dripping slit beneath. There was a little tuft of hair just above, shaped like a teardrop. Nina sat completely exposed beneath the dim lights, while a whole bus of passengers sat on. “Now you.” Ophelia looked around. She slowly pulled the rest of her dress down beyond her thin hips to reveal her smooth, slit.

Nina smiled. She lowered herself between Ophelia’s thighs. Ophelia swatted her away. “We can’t do that here!” Or ever, Ophelia had never done anything like that. She had thought about it, of course, but never done it. Nina shrugged and sat back up. They both sat completely still, completely normal on their seats. Exposed. Nina reached for a magazine. “What are you doing?” Nina shrugged, flipping the pages. Ophelia sighed, she did have a fantasy…
“I have a fantasy that I get taken in front of everybody. And everyone watches.”
 

Nina placed the magazine back. “I think we’d get arrested for that. Well, we could get arrested for this. But we have a much better chance to avoid that if we’re quiet.” Nina placed her hand across Ophelia’s mouth and reached in her bag. She threw something on Ophelia’s lap. “Do it. Right here and now. I’ll watch.”

 
Ophelia’s eyes widened. “Or everyone could watch.” She held a camera. “I… I can’t.” Ophelia threw the object back to her lap. Nina furrowed her brow. “It’s your fantasy.” Nina reached for her pants and started to put the camera away. “No!”

Ophelia took the object.
 
If she did this, what did that mean about her? “Look,” Nina said, “You don’t have to
do
anything. Just slide it inside you and I’ll take a picture.” That seemed like a solution. It was only a lipstick and it was only a picture, she would still be a virgin. She would still be herself. “Okay.” Ophelia slowly slid the object inside herself. “Wait, face me.”
 
Ophelia opened her thighs toward Nina and slid the lipstick tube inside herself.
 

Unlike it’s usual jerked motions, the bus gradually slowed. The passengers looked outside their windows to see where they were stopping, but no one could see beyond the crepuscular glitter. Like a billion beaded curtains, the rain hid the world with a twinkling invite.

“Is too bad outside, gotta pull in som’ere.” There was a burst of indignation. The previously quiet and acquiescent bus became uproarious and activated.
 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Somewhere? Where is somewhere?”

“Oh, it’s about time. I could use a burger.”

Ophelia waked. She’d fallen asleep after taking the picture, well, almost… After the lipstick picture Nina suggested they do other things. Nina pulled out a dildo and Ophelia almost let her put it inside her. Nina got as far as getting the dildo’s tip just barely inside Ophelia. Nina had slid the black, mushroom shaped thing inside of her and… she got cold feet. They dressed and she fell asleep on Nina's shoulder. There was a little drool on her cotton t-shirt, but Nina didn’t seem to mind. Her dress had dried some but was still transparent. In her sleep her legs opened, so that the smooth of her fair slit could just be seen.
 

She lifted her head dreamily and placed her creamy hands on Nina's thigh for support. As she moved, another peek of her slit escaped. “Where are we?” Ophelia asked. Nina shrugged. “The driver is pulling us in somewhere for the night.” Ophelia’s eyes widened. “What?”
 
Nina repeated herself. Ophelia curled her fingers nervously, she had never stayed anywhere save the lake and the dorms.