By BP Editor Kenneth
A final 2018 weirdness
Shari McLaughlin snuggled deeper into the covers and moved tighter
against Seth. The warm, tingling sensations threatened to devour her completely,
and she divorced her mind from the thoughts that so badly wanted to invade her
consciousness. The thoughts of weirdness. The thoughts of wrongness. How could
anything as lovely as this be wrong? Just
before a total head-banger of an orgasm took her completely under, her mind
flashed: because it’s fuckin creepy, you love-starved idiot…
was barely eighteen when she met Seth Levy. She was a senior
in high school, a year late, simply because she was born after October first,
so she’d had to wait a year to start school.
was new at Pine Grove High that year, and the rumor mill
seemed to have no idea where he’d come from. He was easily the best-looking
senior at school, and Shari had no idea why he’d been interested in her. She
wasn’t anything special to look at; at least she didn’t think so. She wasn’t a
hot cheerleader type, didn’t have much of a body—again, her opinion—and usually
had a fair crop of acne on her chin and forehead. No idea it was mostly caused
by raging hormones. No idea she was gifted with lovely dark eyes, olive skin,
and an actual brain that made her intellectually superior to ninety percent of
her classmates. That was the attraction…
noticed each other for quite a while, and Shari wasn’t the
type to throw herself at a guy. She’d almost given up on him, and then he’d
approached her in the hall, between classes.
No shyness, no hesitation.
She was a little tongue-tied, not quite believing he was
talking to her.
you have a date to the prom?” Some anxiety there. Maybe that
no, not yet…” Probably wouldn’t, either, she thought. She’d
had to go ‘stag’ to the prom her junior year.
I escort you then?” There was a little smile playing around
his mouth. Oh, please don’t let this be a fucking joke or a prank. I’ll die
if this is a joke…
sure, I guess. Yeah, I’d like to go with you, Seth.” Holding
her breath, waiting for the joke, the laughter, and the derision from other
I have your phone number? I’ll call ya later and we’ll figure
out the logistics.”
Like they were going on a secret mission…she took his
hand and wrote her number on his palm. And that had been the start.
I’ll call ya…” And then he was gone down the hall and into
the chemistry lab.
course, there had been a bit of alcohol, and that was good,
because it gave her a reason to fall back on, as far as why things had gone so
far on their first date.
best friend, Andrea, had saved her ass on that one, calling her
parents and covering for her, telling them Shari would be staying at her house
and would be home for breakfast. In reality, Shari and Seth had been parked at
the lake half the night, enjoying the moonlight and each other for hours. Shari
had managed somehow to block out a lot of what happened that evening and on
into the early morning hours. She had not been able to block out Seth’s skills
as a lover, though, and the overpowering pleasure he brought her, the warmth
and tingling sensations she’d never known could be possible with any guy.
be fair, she’d had little in the way of experience to compare with
Seth’s abilities. She was no virgin, to be sure, but all her sexual encounters
had been quick, messy, and unsatisfying until Seth.
moonlight had made it seem almost as bright as day. The state
park at the lake was closed for the night, a chain padlocked across the drive.
Seth had stopped the car and gotten out. In the beams of the BMW’s headlights,
Shari wasn’t able to see what he did with the padlock, but it opened and he
dropped the chain and then drove through, stopped and went back and locked it
behind them. They would be alone, Shari realized, and she had a moment of
anxiety. Then he was back in the car and his soft, warm hand was back above her
knee, under the skirt of her formal and the warmth spread almost magically up
into her belly and she suddenly didn’t care what happened.
parked, and he shut off the car and reached for her, and she
came into his arms willingly. Again, it was almost like some magic trick, when
she found herself entirely naked and being touched everywhere, in all the right
places and in the wrong ones, too. His mouth and his hands felt wonderful,
everywhere he applied them, but that was only half the story. When his chest
opened up and the pink tentacles came out, she had almost screamed, but then
they touched her, and she was lost.
had not seen the tiny white pill Seth had slipped into her
spiked punch at the dance. It was nothing overpowering, just enough to make her
compliant and to keep the panic at bay, when he made his presentation later. He
knew from experience that, once he made his final contact with her, her will
would no longer be her own. Humans were so vulnerable and predictable, and
their emotions made them so easy to control. Shari would be no problem at all.
And he was right. After all, this was what he’d been created for…
Babe?” Seth was already in the kitchen of their tiny
apartment at the college, when she walked in, her hair still damp from her
yes. I need it this morning. You’re gonna hafta let me sleep
more, Sweetie. This playin’ all night is runnin’ me down.”
didn’t hear any complaints last night,” he said. He stepped
behind her and bent to kiss her neck. The warmth began spreading downward as
his hands reached around and caressed her breasts. She squirmed away, gasping
at the sensations that filled her.
God, Honey, don’t…we’ll never get to class…”
chuckled and sat down to some toast and his own coffee. He
couldn’t care less about classes. The knowledge already in his head surpassed
the combined knowledge of the entire human race, although, among his own people,
he was considered a mediocre intelligence, only fit for field work on this
backward, third-rate planet. Still, he liked his job and was well aware of his
own importance to the greater plan.
conquest of the small planet named Earth took just a bit over
200 years, a pittance in galactic time, and Shari McLaughlin had been just one
of the first of a thousand natural humans to be taken over. As natural humans
died out, they were replaced with human/off-world hybrids, until there were no
natural humans left. It was so easy, Seth reflected, as he settled in with his
final wife and kids, in his eighth home in 200 years. The new race totaled only
two and a half billion, a far cry from the eight billion humans that had
plagued the Earth when they’d started. But these new hybrids were all linked
mentally, so there were no racial or religious divisions. There was no time or
effort wasted on war or animosity. The ships of the off-world race were coming
and going constantly; at last, peace had come to the Earth.
yawned and stretched his half-human body and flexed his
tentacles. Beside him, wife number eight, named Julie, snuggled in against him.
They linked tentacles and the tingling began, and it was magic.
Kenneth Crist, email@example.com, www.blackpetals.net, of Wichita, KS, wrote
BP #86’s “Tingles” (+ BP #85’s “It’s Out There…”; the SF serial, starting
#76, SURVIVING MONTEZUMA; BP #78’s
“Those Other Guys”; “The Big Well” & “Virtuality” for BP #75; “Gift of the
Anasazi” for BP #73; “The Weeping Man” for BP #72; “Pebbles” for BP #71; “The
Diner” for BP #67; “New Glasses” for BP #61; “Ones and Zeros” for BP #50, &
the novelette Joshua) and has edited BP
for many years, continuing as Editor Emeritus, then Coeditor/Webmaster. Widely
published, esp. in Hardboiled and on Yellow
Mama, he also has four chapbooks currently for sale in Kindle
format on Amazon.com: Dreaming of
Mirages, The Gazing Ball, Joshua, and Groaning
for Burial, his latest zombie fiction.
Marie Rhiel is the Assistant Art Director for
Yellow Mama Webzine. She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently living in New
Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016 and has had her work exhibited
in art galleries around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned painting
artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared in Black Petals
and Megazine Official.