Tales of Bette: Tuesday, Wednesday, Mark's Day (Abridged)
Through red lights, green lights, and broad daylight, Mark and Bette are having quite the afternoon.
Bette was excited for Winter Spirit Week. Tuesday's costume day was Haunted Horror, dressing as Wednesday Addams. She wore a grey button up shirt with her black scoop-neck shirt over it. She wore a black skirt that went to her mid-thigh, black tights, and black Mary Jane shoes. She had pale skin, but powdered herself extra pale, wore black eyeliner, mascara, burgundy lipstick and nail polish. She wore a necklace with a little green bottle pendant that looked like poison. For her crowning glory: two braids along the side of her head. Mark would go wild for her look. He always had a thing for Wednesday Addams. They were 18 and having sex the last couple weeks, there was no telling how he would react.
Bette got to photography class and gasped when she saw Mark; he dressed up for the theme too. He wore tailored black pants, white dress shirt, red tie, black suit jacket, and the white rhinestone brooch on the tie. When he smiled at her, he had a pair of plastic fangs. The sophisticated vampire returned. He took out the fake teeth biting his lower lip at her. She snarled back playfully.
Bette grabbed her film heading into the darkroom, the red light bulbs were already on. Bette set up at one of the developing stations. Mark was at another station adjacent from her, he didn't say anything or touch her, but she sensed him. One of the other students worked quickly. As he walked out of the room, Mark stepped over to Bette whispering in her ear, "I didn't think you could be sexier," stepping away from her quickly. Bette felt the warmth of his breath on her ear when he said it sending a ripple down her neck. The next student went to the empty station to work. Bette continued to do her work. Mark leaned into her again, running the back of his fingers down her butt. Bette sharply inhaled dropping her tongs. She crouched to pick them up; Mark crouched too. The red glow of the bulbs in the darkness made him look sinister; the rhinestone brooch sparkled red. Their eyes met and he mouthed, "I'm going to make you cum." He licked his lip at her standing quickly while she was still crouched. Bette stood up fast thereafter, finding herself with a head rush. When they left class he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to make love to you like I never have."
She grabbed Mark by his tie and whispered in his ear, "That's because you've never been with Wednesday before." She pushed him upright winking at him. They were into the role-play. He took her hand and they walked fast towards the doors.
He started the car and they embraced each other kissing. Their tongues followed each other into each other's mouths. They kept kissing but let go of each other, moaning and sighing. They ditched their coats; Mark took off his tie. He held her around her face; separating them. "How long do we have?"
"An hour, maybe."
"Buckle up, Wednesday."
Bette buckled herself in the center seat. She ran her hand up his thigh and felt his hard-on. He quickly backed out of the parking spot and the tires screeched. Mark moaned to her touch. He reached over running his hand up her inner thigh. She had another naughty thought; grateful for Mark's specific fetish. "Thing. How did you get here?"
"Ooh. You're killing me Wednesday." He drummed his fingers on her thigh.
"How can I be killing you? You're dead my sophisticated vampire." She turned her head and licked his neck and ear.
"UH!" He gripped her thigh, keeping his eyes on the road.
She wanted him to enjoy the fantasy. "Have I told you that this wouldn't be Wednesday's first time with Thing or the undead?"
He was at a stop light and he looked at her. Bette kicked off her shoes. She reached up her skirt, pulling off her tights. "I was researching ways to drain a man; Thing wrote notes." Mark breathed hard. "The femoral artery on the inner thigh bleeds quickly. I was getting turned on from the prospect of homicide, I started touching myself." She tossed the tights aside and touched her breasts. The car behind them honked, the light was green. Mark looked forward and drove. She had a leg on each side of the cab. "I started touching myself. Thing sensed what I was doing. Thing hopped off the table, scurried across the floor and hopped on my bed." She took Mark's hand and licked his middle and ring fingers down to the second knuckles; he groaned. She didn't need to; she was already wet for him. "I got on the bed, Thing scurried into my skirt." Bette planned on leading his hand under her skirt, but he found the way himself. He plunged his fingers into the soft wetness of her. She gasped, "Yes! That's it Thing! Oh!" Mark pleasured her on the drive, through every green light. "Thing--Ah! made me--uh! Feel things! Yeah!" She panted as he touched her. She moaned as he drove all the way to her house and he pulled up. He stopped touching her to put the car in park, but he made up for it. He unbuckled turning in the seat, holding her down, getting between her legs, touching her at a more deft angle.
He growled, "Tell me what happened," locking his eyes with hers. They didn't care that they were in broad daylight parked on her street. She sighed as he touched, massaged, and thrust his fingers into her. "What did Thing do, Wednesday?"
Bette was leaning back on the door and touching her breasts. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, gasping through the pleasurable touches he caused. Mark glared passionately at her, "He m-made me- Aaaah!" She closed her eyes, squeezing her breasts as he hit her peak. He rubbed the orgasm through her body; breathing heavily as she opened her eyes. He stared intensely as he slowed down his fingers. He read her breaths, leaned into her, kissed her, running his tongue against her lips. "Was that the Thing?" He sat up, let her go, and withdrew his hand from under her skirt.
She sat up, grabbing his collar, kissing him aggressively. "Yes. But there was more."
She put her shoes on and they ran into the house. As soon as they were inside he scooped her into his arms. She held his face kissing him. He looked forward, carrying her up the stairs to her room. He threw her onto her bed.
"Unbutton your shirt." She ordered. Mark unbuttoned from the top down; he had a tight tank on underneath. She spoke in her sexy tone as he unbuttoned "In my house, you scream when you need Lurch. Thing made me scream. Lurch came in my room. Then Lurch and I came together. Are you going to make me scream?"
Mark's shirt dropped. "Mmmmmm." He groaned like Lurch.
Bette rolled off the bed and went to the dresser. She tossed a condom to Mark. She watched him unbuckle and unzip his pants then let them fall. He held the condom in his hand and held out his other hand to her. "Come here Wednesday," he growled.
She took his hand; he yanked her hard into him, kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. He dropped his tight boxer-briefs and rolled the condom onto himself. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around himself. She led him into her with a sigh. He wedged her waist between his arms as he braced his hands on the bed and thrust himself into her quick and hard. "Yeah! That's! How! Lurch! Fucked! Me!"
"MMMMM!" Mark groaned hard into her. "I wanna see your tits."
Bette unbuttoned the top of her button up, reached into her bra, pulled her breasts out, stretching her black shirt. They bounced around the way Mark thrust into her.
"Hold me down. I like that." She sighed. Mark pinned her hands over her head with his own. He breathed heavily as he kept rolling into her again and again. She moaned and sighed. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself up around him.
He pulled back slightly looking at her, he slowed his movements. "Oh Wednesday," he whispered.
"I wanna fuck you to death," she moaned.
"I should be so lucky," he laughed.
"Don't smile." She growled. She yanked a hand free clawing his back with her right hand.
Mark shouted in pleasure and pain, but he was grinning. He always liked it when she used her nails on his back, she'd never used them that hard before. He gave her a hard thrust in return and she moaned loudly, she liked it too. He wedged his arms under her, picking her up, falling back on the bed for her to ride him. He reached up massaging her breasts as she rode his thrusts.
"Play with my tits Thing. I like that."
Mark groaned to Bette's continuing role play. She slapped her hand on his chest; she was so stimulated, she didn't know where to put all her energy. She leaned forward kissed him; their tongues chased into each other's mouths. "Bite me, my vampire!" He bit her lower lip growling. He held her back tight biting her neck and her shoulder. She moaned in his ear to let him know the pressure was good. He bit the top of her breast; she howled like a wolf. He snarled and snorted, thrusting from below.
"This vampire will make you his creature. I wanna make you howl louder," He whispered in a sinister tone.
She looked him in the eye and gave him a snarl. "How do you want me?"
Mark sat up grinding into her. "Your mirror. I want us both to see." She understood what he wanted; she wanted it too. She got up, turned on her bed, got on her knees facing the dresser mirror. Mark got on his knees behind her. They looked at each other in the reflection smiling, for a moment, the illusion of their role-play was broken. It ended just as quickly when Mark grabbed her hips and snarled. "Now, Wednesday." She hadn't let him take her from behind before, she knew it was Mark's first time like this ever. His head fell back moaning. Bette forgot how good it could feel like this. She watched him in the mirror take his pleasures in her. He flipped her skirt up watching himself go in and out of her, heaving breaths at the sight. "Fuck," he sighed.
"Harder!" Mark slapped Bette's ass and she purred. She dropped her elbows. "Put your hands on my back. Hold me down!" Mark's hands slid up her back, across her shoulders. The angle of his drive became more pleasurable and she got louder. Bette wasn't purring or howling, she screamed. "Yeah! Oh, yeah Mark. Oh God!"
"Uh! Bette! Ah," he came, groaning. As fun as role-playing was, not even their climaxes were a match for Mark hanging on to the illusion. They gasped for breaths as they pulled away from each other. His head fell back, bracing a hand on the headboard. She flopped to her side with a dazed smile. He crawled off the bed, took off the condom, dropping it in the garbage. He lay perpendicular to her with his head on her stomach. He kissed the bottom of her still-exposed breasts.
"For a vampire, you don't suck," she laughed.
"I've never been so lucky to be un-dead," he laughed. "I said wishes and fantasies weren't real," he rolled until his face was right in front of hers, "But you made five or six of them come true."
She sweetly kissed him. "Then we'll have to come up with five or six new ones."
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