Today I share an excerpt from my first published short story The Teen Game, featured in the YA anthology Devils, Demons and Werewolves…
Excerpt
That afternoon I sat near
to the boy I wanted. He was tall and slender with short black hair in a spiked
style. I learnt that his name was David Samson and I set about making small
talk while we had our first practical art lesson. He was extremely shy and
seemed confused as to why I wanted his attention but slowly he began to
respond, amid much cajoling from his friends. He was another local born and
bred who had come to college straight from the affiliated high school. I was
very much the outsider in this place but that didn’t faze me in the slightest. Shelley
and I ended our first day with invitations to join a group of boys at the pool
club in the nearby cinema complex on Wednesday evening. Naturally the group
included my David. Everything was progressing smoothly.
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His mouth was a little sloppy I have to admit but it was
certainly exciting to be embraced by such a young boy after so many years! I gradually showed him how to kiss me
properly using my tongue, lips and teeth and then I felt his hands slide
instinctively down my body, although he carefully avoided my breasts to begin
with. He was so innocent and clearly a
virgin. As much as I liked to torment
myself with my little games, I was thirsty; I hadn’t fed all day and was
beginning to feel weak. His pulse was
beating against my skin, and I kissed in a seductive line down his jaw until my
mouth hovered over that delicate place, and I inhaled his warm, sweet
scent. Then I struck, quick, fast,
biting a neat little hole and drinking deeply of his youthful blood. He cried out but it was muffled against my
hair and I projected calming thoughts into his mind, persuading him that we
were simply kissing and caressing each other, nothing more. He became still against me and when I had
finished and pushed him gently away, he swayed a little and struggled to focus
on my face. When he spoke his voice was
hoarse. 