Chapter #23Always a First Time by: rugal b.   Kim Walsh lays unconscious on the bed of a dingy old room at the dingy old motel that her family owns. A dingy old motel that costs nearly a cool half-grand per night... except not really. Before you'd left his place, Marc had explained that it's a whole thing to get around not being able to rent by the hour: technically you get the room for the night and once you check out you're refunded for what you didn't use. So people, especially students, like to use it as a fuck spot away from prying eyes what with it being on the edge of town and all. You'd asked him if he'd ever used it before and his expression and laugh was all the answer you needed.
So you'll be calling Marc to come out here and you'll check out and exchange the money for the book—for you doubt he's actually working on that band like he said he was—just as soon as you're done copying Kim. So while she lays in the bed, you sit in a chair in the corner and scroll through your phone. You go back into your messages to the pic that Elsie had sent you of her and some of her friends from lunch time. You recognize Deanna and Samantha from last night but two—a babyfaced girl with long, sandy hair and a hispanic girl with thick, dark hair—you don't. Still, you decide to send it to both Caleb and Keith with a message.
my new gf sent me this lol
When you get the expected messages back, of disbelief or calling you a liar, you screencap the conversation so they can see both the picture and Elsie's cant wait to c u again!!!! and accompanying heart emoji messages. Caleb says you're just texting yourself while Keith never responds. Oh well, you suppose you'll just tell them all about it tomorrow. Thank god the conversation ends there too because you look up from your phone just in time to see that the mask has emerged from Kim's face. You grab the band and quickly jump up, slapping it on Kim's forehead before she can come to.
Now it's another bit of waiting. From the time on your phone you think it took around ten minutes for the mask to copy Kim and so you figure it'll probably take that long for the band to copy her too. Inside the bag is a brush and some sealant—you had forgotten that Lepley had taken it from your place the night of the party and so must have passed it on to Laurent—so you get to work on sealing the mask. It's short work, however, and so you're back on your phone until the band finally emerges from Kim's head. You snatch it and the mask up and place them onto the TV stand. You then wait another couple of moments for Kim to finally begin waking up.
"Kim!" you exclaim. "Oh my god, are you okay!?"
"Am I... wha' happened?" she says groggily as she pushes herself up and looks around.
"I don't know!" you say in a worried, panicked tone. "You were showing me to my room and then you just... collapsed! You're not," you nervously pause, "I know you work hard but you're not overworking yourself are you?"
"I..." she says as she stands up. You rush to help her but she brushes you off. "I'm fine just... I'll go back and get some water and relax. Maybe I am overworking myself."
"Hey, maybe take the day off of school tomorrow?" you say with faux-concern.
But Kim doesn't answer, instead gathering herself before she weakly, quietly says goodbye and leaves. You can't help but pump your fist a little as you send a text to Marc telling him that the stuff is done. He responds a few minutes later saying that he'll be over as soon as he can but to just hang loose because he's caught up in something. So that leaves you alone in this room and needing to pass time. You sit on the bed with your phone, browsing social media and youtube before you get bored.
Your eyes drift over to the TV stand and you wonder about putting on Kim's mask, or her mind band, or both. You're a little more intrigued by seeing her mind than her body, which from what you can tell is probably not much to write home about... especially not compared to the one you're currently wearing. You look down and see how the shirt you bought hugs every inch of your chest, and below it you see the the legs with large, strong thighs. Suddenly you can't help yourself and dash off to the bathroom, your large and unsupported boobs flopping with every step. You flip on the light and practically tear your clothes off.
Joyce stands before you in the bathroom mirror, completely nude. All you know about her is her first name and that she is, apparently, on the girls' lacrosse team going by what Laurent said and you're not surprised by that. There's a brawniness to her but it only seems to enhance, not take away, from her femininity. Her body looks and feels strong, yet it's curved and padded where it should be and is covered by the type of light, healthy tan you'd expect from an athlete. You run hands down your stomach and through a well manicured bush and when you feel the opening, slip fingers inside.
You gasp at the feeling but continue, feeling around and doing your best to stimulate yourself. You watch the girl in their mirror as her body begins moving itself, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily and rapidly, her mouth opening as she pants and then her body jolts, rocked by violent spasms as with a great moan she climaxes.
"Oh my fucking god!" you exclaim to yourself between breaths as you sit on the floor, back against the wall. "Fuck, I can see why the guys are so into this shit. Holy fuck."
* * * * *
You moved from the bathroom to the bed for another round and afterwards your attention turned to that mask of Kim you'd just made. But your phone pings and you see a text from Marc saying he'd be there soon and realize that there's no way you'd be able to get out of this mask, into Kim's and go for another round before he showed. So you clean yourself off and get dressed and go back to messing with your phone, which now seems far more boring. When you hear a knock on the door and Marc's voice from the other side, you get up to answer it.
"Everything go well?" he asks as he steps in. Something, probably the mustiness, seems to hit him for you notice his face scrunch up when he does.
"Went off without a hitch," you say as you grab the mask and band and hand them to him.
He examines them both, turning them this way and that. He does a double take when he looks at the band. "Kimberley Susan Walsh, huh?" he says. "I guess that's this thing's way of telling you it did its job?"
"Maybe, I dunno. I haven't tested it out yet," you admit. "So what'd you guys want a mask of Kim so bad for?"
"Oh, that," Marc says and a grin spreads on his face. "Just after what you said, Laurent thought it might be funny to use it to prank that guy you mentioned; the Eastman student president. You know, because they're our rivals and all."
"Prank him how? By making him think that Kim likes him or something?"
"Probably, he didn't say. But I'd guess that's what he'd want to do."
"That's kind of mean, don't you think?" you respond. "It's one thing to mess around at the Warehouse but directly fucking with someone's emotions like that? He's a pretty cool guy."
"Maybe a little but I don't think he meant anything by it," counters Marc. "It's just a fun joke."
Right, yeah, guys like Marc and Laurent probably aren't used to being toyed with like that. No, they're probably the ones doing it themselves even if they don't think they're actually being assholes. But you don't really want to argue about it so you think it's best to let it slide for now and decide to move on.
"So hey, that mask," you say as you turn the conversation back to why you're both here. "I know Laurent said I get first dibs but fuck it, you take it." He gives you a quizzical look. "You asked me earlier what it was like and it is fucking amazing! You have to try it, dude! Even if it's just seeing Kim naked."
"I'll take your word for it," he says as he examines the mask again. But when you tell him that you'll check out and get the money, he waves it off. "Nah, I'll keep it for a little bit. Hannah's free and I didn't actually get the chance to do more than fooling around last night. They're not gonna ask questions if I check out so I might as well make the most of it."
* * * * *
Before you leave, Marc does hand you a band saying he didn't get to actually do any of the inscribing because of getting caught up in stuff (the same stuff that delayed him coming out to the Donna). So you take it and back at home you spend the evening with it and the book, inscribing the runes and wishing you did have a trick like the buffer. But you do eventually finish it.
At school the next day, you meet up with Caleb and Keith before classes where you have to defend accusations of "bullshit" over what you sent them yesterday. That means recounting what happened on Saturday and then showing them your messages. There's a new picture from Elsie, even, followed by morning selfie :) and meet up after school? and your own positive response. That—to your satisfaction—manages to put them in their place.
But you're surprised when Marc calls out your name as you pass near the cafeteria on the way to fourth period. It's to your even greater surprise when he beelines right towards you and, upon reaching you, wraps an arm around your shoulder.
"Hey Will, got a minute?" he asks. "I need to talk to you. You know, about the masks." You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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