Purgatory (4)

"When troubling thoughts come to your mind, think of something pleasant or remember something good!" My mom's words from three years ago came to my mind. That's when I remembered my first boyfriend, Chris, whom I met a few months ago and who was four years older than me.

Devoid of supplies, my mom and I wandered along the seaside until we stumbled upon a ship washed ashore. On that ship lived a community of traders, one of whom agreed to provide us with food and shelter. Chris turned out to be the son of that very trader. Among the gloomy types who made it clear that we were not the most welcome guests on the ship, Chris seemed like an angel. He convinced his father to let us stay not just for one night but for two weeks. And two days later, I lost my virginity.

"I wonder how Chris is doing now? Is everything okay with him?" I thought, recalling that evening and drifting into sleep.

Watching the sunset from the ship's deck, I decided to go for a swim. Jumping onto the sand, I headed towards the water. Leaving all my clothes on the shore, I ran into the sea, took a deep breath, and went underwater. Resurfacing, I noticed Chris on the deck. Instead of getting upset, calling him a pervert, and demanding him to leave, I pretended not to notice anything.

The truth was, I liked the guy. Liked him so much that yesterday, I secretly watched him swimming. Mischievous thoughts crossed my mind to steal his clothes, but I didn't do anything of the sort. When Chris left the deck, I felt disappointed. However, he didn't stay away for long. A couple of minutes later, while I was swimming towards the shore, Chris came ashore from the ship. Reaching the spot where my clothes lay, Chris put a towel over them, looked at me with a mischievous wink, and went back on board.

And now, just a couple of minutes later, I, all clean and dry, go to Chris's cabin to thank him and return the towel. The slightly open door of the cabin suggested that Chris was waiting for my arrival. Without knocking, I opened the door and walked inside. At that moment, Chris was doing push-ups on the floor, having already taken off his t-shirt and putting it on the bed.

"Thanks for the towel," I thanked him, hanging the towel on the door handle, and was about to leave.

Stopping his push-ups, Chris abruptly stood up and swiftly approached me. He closed the door with a decisive clap before I could finish my protest.

"What are you..." I began, but he silenced me by pressing his lips against mine.

It took me by surprise, and I was momentarily stunned. However, the stupor lasted only a few seconds, after which I not only responded to the kiss but also embraced Chris. My reaction pleased him, and he slipped his hand under my shirt. When I hesitantly tried to resist, Chris interrupted the kiss.

"I'm glad you came," he said, looking into my eyes.

"More than you can imagine," I replied with a smile.

However, as soon as Chris took my hand and led me to the bed, the smile vanished from my face. I honestly admitted that I wanted the same thing as he did, but I was a bit afraid because it was my first time. My mom had repeatedly told me that there was a huge difference between violence and consensual sex. She also said that sooner or later, nature would take its course, but doubts still plagued me. Chris didn't resemble the men my mom had to deal with, which made me happy. He listened to my words with understanding and promised to do everything properly.

Asking me to sit on the bed, Chris began unbuttoning my shirt. As soon as the last button was undone, I took off the shirt and tried to cover my chest. Chuckling at my shyness, Chris removed the rest of his clothes, took my hand, and placed it on his manhood. My touch elicited a fervent response – his dick twitched and grew harder. I wasn't entirely ignorant, and I knew what that meant. After kissing my lips, Chris asked me to lie on my back, unbutton the skirt, and lift my legs.

I felt that if I categorically refused, Chris would understand and wouldn't insist. Pushing aside fear and skepticism, I did as Chris said. He took off my skirt along with my panties, leaned over me, and began kissing my neck. However, he didn't linger there for long and started moving lower. I softly moaned, urging Chris not to stop. He didn't stop even after he finished kissing my stomach and descended further, asking me to spread my legs apart.

I understood his intentions, but until the last moment, I didn't believe Chris would dare to do it. But when his tongue first touched my still virginal opening, my body was jolted as if by an electric charge. Realizing that I was ready for more, Chris reached under the mattress, pulled out a condom, and slipped it onto his ready-to-battle member.

"It might hurt," he warned, guiding his dick towards my moistened entrance.

"I don't care," I replied, grabbing Chris's member and forcefully plunging it into my pussy.

I shouldn't have done that. In the same second, a sharp pain pierced through me, and I screamed. Chris didn't pull out his member, but rather covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shh. The pain will pass soon," he whispered into my ear.

Indeed, after a short while, the pain slowly subsided. That's when Chris started moving inside me. The new sensations were unfamiliar but pleasant. At first, Chris only shoved his dick halfway and did it slowly. But gradually, he picked up the pace and moved faster. The deeper Chris's member went inside me, the louder my moans became.

I was on cloud nine, wanting this to last forever, but all good things eventually come to an end. Chris, at his maximum speed and with droplets of sweat on his forehead, made a final thrust, pushing his member fully into me, and let out a muffled groan. He then rested his head on my chest, leaving his softening member inside me. The condom prevented Chris from ejaculating inside me, for which I was extremely grateful.

Lying on top of me, Chris breathed heavily, as did I. Blissfully smiling, I ran my hand through Chris's hair. But when he raised his head, I saw his enraged and lifeless face, with the right cheek pierced through. Before I could scream, Chris, with a snarling expression, sank his teeth into my neck.

Startled, I opened my eyes wide, instinctively grabbed the revolver, and nearly shot Ben, who was standing next to the hole in the wall leading outside. Judging by the fact that it wasn't as dark outside, I must have slept for a few hours.

"Be more careful. One shot, and we'll have to get out of here like the wind," Ben grumbled irritably.

"Sorry, I just had a dream about something from the past," I said, lowering the revolver.

"Something very unpleasant?" he asked, turning away and carefully surveying the street.

"No, quite the opposite. The ending was a bit different, though."

Ben sat down on the floor, resting his back against the wall.

"I was planning to wake you up in 15 minutes, but since you're already awake, take your position," he instructed.

I yawned widely and slowly got up on my feet. A few hours had passed like a few minutes for me.

"Don't rush to shoot if you see someone. If those bastards know where we're hiding, they would've visited us long ago," Ben reminded me just in case.

"Got it," I said, approaching the hole.

After giving me some instructions, Ben settled on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Don't you want a quickie?" he unexpectedly offered.

I was taken aback by such an audacious proposal. At first, I thought I misheard, but when Ben repeated the question, I realized my hearing was fine.

"No, I don't want to," I replied, annoyed.

"Are you sure?" he needlessly clarified.

"Absolutely!"

My sharp response didn't faze Ben; it only amused him slightly.

"Come on, don't be a spoilsport. I saw you enjoyed it in the morning. Or was I mistaken?" he said in the tone of an experienced instigator.

"Go to hell and sleep already!" I raised my voice almost to a shout.

"Guess I wasn't mistaken. That's good to know," he teased.

"Go to hell," I muttered, regretting that I had engaged in this idiotic conversation.

Ben just smiled.

"You don't have to go far. Not at all. Look around carefully – we're already there."

Since there was no reply from my side, Ben closed his eyes and fell asleep within a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, I started observing the street. At first, everything seemed too calm. Surveying the empty streets brightly illuminated by the moonlight, I relaxed noticeably. The first hour of observation passed like a breeze.

Assuring myself that nothing terrible would happen, I sat down near the hole Ben had made in the wall, planning to take a short nap. Just a little, literally a couple of minutes. After all, what could happen in a couple of minutes? As it turned out, a lot.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard scraping on the wall from the other side, but I didn't pay immediate attention to it. However, when the sound grew louder, I cautiously approached the small hole that Ben had made in the wall, turned on the flashlight, and peered into the neighboring room, expecting to see a cat or a rat.

Instead, I saw a hungry ghoul scratching the door, trying to get into our room. Judging by the sounds, he wasn't alone. Fatigue vanished instantly. I jumped up quickly, drew my revolver, and aimed it at the door, ready to open fire on the creatures if they managed to get into the room.

Although the wardrobe blocking the door prevented them from bursting into the room, my heart almost jumped out of my chest from fear. Shaking hands struggled to hold the revolver, and the desire to wake up Ben conflicted with the fear of turning my back to the door. Fortunately, this madness didn't last long. Either the brainless creatures realized that they couldn't enter the room, or they sensed other potential victims, but they left us in peace. After they were gone, I kept my eyes open and closely watched the street until dawn.