Psycho Chick #3

Psycho chick 3 Heather was actually the first of the three. She was my first, and also the first of my best friend. Unfortunately she chose his first for him behind a local convenience store. It was undoubtedly awkward and stressful because he admitted later to not orgasming. My own experience with her was quite different. She was a depressed art student, who actually went to the art college in Philadelphia. She had all sorts of art trauma going on and despite it all I never saw, or bothered to ask about any of her artwork. After my friend she flirted with then screwed my older brothers good friend. He was just about to join the Army and right before he left they supposedly became engaged. The day after he left I was supposed to meat a casual (non sexual) girlfriend over at Heather's house. I got there early and we played Mario Bros on the tv for a while and finally decided the other girl wasn't coming. I was flirting, but not real seriously, the way I did with every girl I was around. I was a 16 year old virgin that had only ever kissed one girl since puberty, any girl seemed fair game to me. Heather was "different" she finally got tired of playing and stood up, turned to me at the doorway and said "You want to come upstairs and fuck me?" My actual reply after a moment of stunned silence was "Sure, why not" She giggled then, the only time I recall her doing that and replied "You get that offer a lot do you?" kind of sarcastically. I typical of my leather clad image shrugged and pulled out a cigarette on the way up to her room. Mostly to hide the tremendous pounding of my heart, and my awkward erection. I half thought she was kidding but followed her up to her bedroom. A sinister room, painted a dark purple with black branches twining over the walls, crowded with bottles and clothes and a large iron bed with canopy rods, but no curtains. The windows were painted black, and even back then I realized it was a really juvenile display. She was already naked on the bed she had a Renaissance body, slightly larger but all lush curves, probably the foundation for my current erotic tastes. I sat on the edge of the bed looking at her as I smoked my cigarette, I felt real close to losing control, and forced myself to remain calm. Finally she got impatient and almost tore my clothes off. The next day she called me over to help make some cookies to send to her fiance. Over the next month I was at her house every day, most times I took the bus straight to her house, for many days I didn't even go home at night, just sleeping over and heading out to school the next day. Word got around and plenty of people offered to kick my ass for me if Jay didn't kill me when he got back. I was in a really weird place though, every day I went there she would pour me a glass of booze, bourbon, whiskey, vodka. We'd go up to her room and hang out for hours watching movies and having sex. She tricked me into taking acid 2 or three times, only stopping the last time because I got out of control and she had to lock herself in the bathroom while I gibbered and screamed in the hallway. We never kissed though, she wouldn't because she was engaged. I was drunk all the time, or on drugs and her family only served to make the entire scene more unreal. The first time I ate dinner at her house her mother, who previously had had several nervous breakdowns made 5 pounds of mashed potatoes. She took her dinner with a handful of pills that she took between bites of the potatoes. I had a large glass of vodka straight, but didn't mind I was already wasted. Her father shook my hand then went and sat in the garage eating dinner alone. I wasn't infatuated with her or in love with her, we barely talked except about the movies we watched, I used to sit there and glare at her while I wrote poetry. She glared back and occasionally would try to punch me in the face, for no apparent reason. We got into screaming matches and threatened each other with death, but she never asked me to leave,and we kept having sex all the time. Finally one day she seemed to really lose it, I showed up and she took me into the bathroom showed me a gloppy red thing in the toilet and told me it was her baby from my brothers friend, that she had miscarried. She kept it there to show anyone who doubted she had been pregnant. I still don't know if that was true or not, but it was finally too much for me. I called her a crazy bitch and tried to leave. She tried to stab me with a knife that ironically I had given her. I took the knife from her pushed her to the floor and threw the knife into her bedroom door where it stuck in a full 2 inches. I never went back to her house, retreated into my group of friends who were actually relieved to see me acting normal again. When her "fiance" came home from boot camp he called me, thanked me for having a reason to break up with her. This entire period of time I was trapped in a bleakness. All my innocence was stripped from me, and even now looking back it feels like her entire family was just playing with me, keeping me there. Succubi or vampires, or soul stealers, or just crazy, but when I left them, I actually became myself again. I was shy around girls, I went back to youth group and even talked to a nun about the stain on my soul. Not so much for having sex with an engaged pregnant woman, but for how close I felt I came to possibly hurting or killing her. I was disgusted with myself with how fast I had fallen, I was a little scared to have sex again until Tiara, she possibly was the last victim of Heather. Heather ended up married and having a kid with some junky, he ended up with aids and the two moved out of the state, sometime after I had finished high school.