In Laymon's Terms

He knew he had to do something, he had to break the silence somehow.

I’ve got to have her!

He turned to face Fiona again.

She was still staring out through the windshield.

“Do you see anyone, honey?” he asked in a soft voice.

She shook her head, not taking her eyes off the trees in front of the car. “Well, maybe they’ve gone,” he suggested.

She didn’t move.

“I mean, if you can’t see them now, they must’ve gone, right?”

Fiona nodded and slowly turned to face him.

“What if it’s him?” she whispered.

“Who?”

“You know, the Mountainside Murderer.”

Andrew rolled his eyes.

“You’re not serious?” he asked.

“He’s killed five people.” Her eyes burnt into his. “It’s been in all the papers and on the TV news. Five people he’s killed. Stabbed them all to death on nights just like this. Five in two months.”

“Honey, he’s not out there.”

“He could be.”

“Trust me, he isn’t,” Andrew smiled.

She paused and then worriedly smiled back.

“You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” he asked in a soft voice.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

Andrew leaned closer and reached out to place a finger on her lips.

“Sssh,” he said. “You haven’t ruined a thing. Everything is still fine.”

“Really?” she smiled more.

“Really.”

He reached forward and removed her hands from her breasts. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered as he took her left breast back into his mouth. He leaned closer and let his left hand slip down her thin, smooth stomach to her jeans.

He sucked long and hard and her nipple rose with his tongue. He undid the button on her jeans and undid the zip.

He could hear her breathing quicken, become deeper and more rhythmic, and she moaned out loud as he slipped his fingers into her warm, tight, wet pussy.

Her arms surrounded him and he felt her hands slide up his back once more, rising and combing through his hair. He bit down hard on her nipple and heard her gasp in surprise.

Yes, he thought. Yes, finally.

His fingers slid in and out of her easily, her wetness all the lubrication he needed.

She wants it too. She’s so horny she’s wetting herself.

He pulled away from her left breast, his mouth leaving her skin with a slurp, and he pushed the breast to the side. Tracing up to her neck with his tongue, he bit her chin before continuing upwards and kissing her hard on the lips. Her tongue danced with his. Her breathing joined his deeper and faster now. She was squirming underneath him, pushing her body hard against his.

She wanted it. He could tell.

He pulled away from her kiss and climbed closer, keeping his fingers pumping inside her wet folds, rubbing her clit and feeling it swell as he did so. He licked at her right breast, biting at her nipple, before continuing down her so soft and gorgeous belly. He circled her belly button with his tongue a few times, teasing her as his fingers pumped faster and deeper below.

She was rising and falling with his rhythm, letting out soft groans and whispering his name.

He could smell her juices now, rising from her and mixing with their breath and sweat. She smelled good.

Good and ready.

He lowered his head more, his tongue skirting her pubic hair and his nose taking in her scent. His fingers were sticky and wet, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to taste her. He couldn’t wait to be in her, so tight and ready.

His eyes traveled down her jeans and long legs to the white cowboy boots she was wearing. They were white embossed leather with silver frills and they stretched halfway up her calves.

Man, those boots are sexy, he thought.

His tongue cut down through her pubic hair and headed straight for the beautiful folds of her pussy.

That’s when she yelped.

That’s when her hands clawed his back and started pushing him away!

“No!” she cried. “No no! Nonono!”

Andrew fought her off as he was pushed back into the driver’s seat.

“Hey, hey,” he yelled as his back hit the driver’s door, “calm down! What the fuck’s the matter with you?”

Fiona was staring out the windshield and into the night again. One hand covered her breasts, the other was zipping up her jeans.

Andrew followed her gaze, but the night was too dark and he couldn’t see anyone.

“What?” he asked.

“I saw him again,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Andrew couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I saw him again,” Fiona repeated. “The Mountainside Murderer!”

“What? You’re not serious?”

Fiona’s eyes darted to him. “I’m very serious. I know what I saw.”

Andrew ran a hand through his hair.

What game is she playing? There’s no one out there!

He turned and looked out each car window.

No one.

Nobody.

Zilch.

“I don’t want to stay here any longer,” she whispered as her eyes moved back to the front of the car.

Andrew stared at her. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Please?” she asked again. “Can we go?”