Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... later.

“Tom? I’m sorry if I’ve been… a bitch… to you. And…to Lee. I know that you really… like her.” Sylvia proclaimed with a tight voice. “I won’t bother the two of you anymore. I’m sorry that you and I could never have… have seen what we might have been, but I get it.” Sylvia added.

“I… uh… I guess, thanks. I do hope you find someone… too.” Tom said feeling extremely lame for not having anything better to say.

Again, simple words from a boy… a man… who was so much more than she could have hoped for, made her heart ache for what might have been. She had accepted the truth that she had lost, she didn’t get this boy. But she wondered, she hoped against hope if he would…

“Tom?” She began, so softly and timidly that Tom almost thought that she was whispering.

“Yeah, Syl?” He responded turning to look at her briefly.

“Could we…” Sylvia looked down at her wringing hands and bit her bottom lip, hard, before looking back up at him with a hopeful almost desperate expression.

“Could we still be… friends?” She finally asked, again in the near whispered voice.

Tom looked at her face, looked into her eyes and didn’t see anything other than a vulnerable shaken girl. He smiled softly and reached over with his right hand and rested it atop both of hers before speaking.

“Yes, Syl. We can be friends. Can you be friends with… with Lee?” Tom told her and ended with the question that sprang to mind even as he was speaking.

Sylvia, barked a single expiration of a ...

... self-conscious laugh. Her face brightening with a soft sincere if sheepish smile. It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her heart fluttered in her chest as she took in a long deep breath and felt… felt happy. In the back seat, Rita and Delores had been silently following the conversation. They both turned to look at each other with shocked and confused expressions on their faces. Who is this girl in the front seat they wondered.

“I think I can… She’s got to be more than I’ve given her credit for if… if she’s won your heart. Maybe I can learn something from her.” Sylvia admitted, still smiling softly.

Tom looked at the smile and thought it looked good on Sylvia. He’d never seen her smile like this before. It looked… genuine. He patted her hands with his right before returning it to the steering wheel. The Sheriff’s red and blue lights still flashing ahead of them as they sped down the interstate towards Kansas City.

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Trina moaned softly and lifted her right hand to her forehead. Her eyes didn’t open but her brows were knitted and her lips were a tight line beneath her bloodied nose. The blood had stopped flowing and dried to a crusty reminder thankfully. But it did indicate that there might be more serious injuries as yet unseen. Richard again brushed a stray lock of her blond hair out of her face.

Richard’s long legs were starting to cramp where he had been squatting down in the floor board between the front seats and the back seat ...