Part One – Starry Night

In California, the nights cool down considerably once the sun hides behind the curve of the earth. This winter night seemed just warm enough, however, to justify wearing a small spaghetti strap dress to a local social gathering. It was white, with a little bit of rouching along the chest, and some flowing layers that ended just above the knee. In preparation for the party, she brushed silver and blue glitter all over it, and glued a couple of iridescent rhinestones on the dress in an effort to highlight her best features.

There were no plans for that night except to spend time with friends, dance, and drink pink colored champagne out of stemmed punch glasses made from plastic. It was kitschy, she recognized that, and enjoyed the atmosphere more because of it; it took the formality away even further as she drank from them. Every time she giggled at a joke, some spilled on her breasts, and she was constantly trying to wipe it off subtlety.

The theme for the night was based on an old prom theme, “starry night”. As she mingled throughout the crowds, she took note of the decorations and wondered how much effort went into planning the event. She meandered throughout the house, still a bit shy as to how she should dance, or present herself for  small talk, or even the occasional smooch from a good looking man.

Pictures were taken at a homemade photo booth; bulbs were flashing while smiles and antics were captured on film forever – frozen in time. The party was so active that the photographers took very little time in examining the photos to see how poses came across and if duplicates should have been taken. If they had, they might have noticed the elicit gestures given by drunken comrades towards each other and the camera. Other notable items were missing from the frames as well, sometimes a full figure wasn’t captured or seemed fuzzy in the photo.

She had fun with all these antics, however, wandered off to the bedroom, snooping around, not quite intoxicated enough to maintain a high energy level at a late hour of the night. She wandered in and sat on the bed on top of the pile of jackets. She poked around the clothing enjoying the feel of different materials. This sensation aroused her, and she reached her finger down to feel a wet spot quickly forming in her panties. She knew this was wrong, and could be walked in on at any moment, but massaged herself for a bit anyhow, and slid her middle finger in herself as she took a deep breath. The door creaked open; someone wanted their jacket. She tried to act as normal as possible, and the partygoer did not even notice. She left the room, a bit giddy, a bit frustrated, and wandered into the garage to cool off.

She walked onto the cool concrete of the garage floor and moved to sit on a futon placed perpendicular to the door, where another partygoer was already sitting, sipping a beer. As she walked closer, he moved aside, clearly intoxicated, to give her a spot to settle on. They had met before, but had not yet gotten the chance to know each other in person. After some small talk, they decided to leave the party together. She parked her car near a friend’s house, and he lived in the neighborhood, so they walked together, maintaining conversations until they reached her car.

She drove a red pickup truck that seemed too big for her small stature. She unlocked the door, and lifted herself up and onto the seat. As she was facing out the door, legs dangling, he walked close to her and kissed her for the first time. She enjoyed this fully, and her already damp pussy began to swell once more. The kiss multiplied, and intensified as his lips moved down onto her neck.

With a small bite, he caused her to wince. Pleasure derived from pain filled her chest. He bit again, this time harder, followed by a sudden jerk away from her. He asked her to come to his place for some more fun. She breathed quietly, and said this was as far as she could go tonight. He hopped on his bike and began to ride away as she closed the door, turned on the engine, and began her trip home.

About five minutes into her drive, as the endorphin rush began to fade, she touched her neck in memory of his kisses. When she pulled her hand away, she felt the cool sensation of evaporation on her fingertips and her clavicle. Thinking it was saliva, she wiped her hand off onto the lap of her white dress. A dark stain appeared where she placed her fingers. The sight of blood almost caused her to drive off the road. It was then that she realized she had been bitten by a creature of the night in secret. True darkness had overcast the earth, turning this starry night into a true starry nightmare.