Two weeks ago:

KerriAnne leaped through the open front door and flitted toward Jeremy like a moaning wind. Her cold arms snaked around him, pinning his hands to his side. Jeremy struggled to reach the stake on his belt, then stopped, realizing that for a moment her cheek was nestled against his chest with the innocence of a child.

As soon as he struggled, she released him and sprang back, hurt.

They faced each other. Jeremy felt ashamed like when he’d called MaryAnne in fourth grade “Two-Ton Elephant” because he was trying to suck up to the school bully. Angrily he reminded himself that he didn’t have to feel anything for a vampire!

To his embarrassed shock, KerriAnne knelt before him and kissed his foot. Cringing like she expected to be hit, she whispered, “Please? Let me serve you, let me... let your humble servant please you.”

Giddy and aching with excitement, Jeremy looked around, sure his parents must catch him, then realized that the front door was hanging open. The blinds were drawn across the street, thank God, but three tentative vampires on the doorstep whispered, let us in, let us in too. He slammed the door quickly, winced and listened for movement from upstairs.

But he was alone with a sexy woman on her knees, eyes on the erection tenting the front of his pants, smiling like she was on familiar ground. His face went red.

In a porno video (and he watched them more than he’d ever joked about) he would have unzipped his pants and – but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Her eyes glistened and, quivering deliciously, she ran her tongue along her lips. His breath hitched.

He pointed toward the end of the hall, wanting to say, “My bedroom’s on the right.” But what if she didn’t mean what he thought?

She’s not a girl. She’s not human. I don’t have to worry if she’ll be mad at me! Feeling like a bad porno actor, he snapped, “Get into the bedroom. It’s, um, it’s that first door on the right.” He blushed even more.

But KerriAnne rose gracefully and glided down the hall, bottom swaying under her tight gold skirt. Jeremy, stunned that he might see it naked, hurried after her.

She slipped like a video image through his bedroom door and he followed with tongue flitting against the dry roof of his mouth, keeping just enough sense not to turn his back on her as he closed the door.

I brought her back so she could help me find that older vampire, he thought, leaning against his desk. In one of the drawers was a stack of drawings he’d made of the grinning face he could still see. He hadn’t made himself look at them for a year now. He should pull one out and say, like a detective, “Do you know this vampire?!”

But the thought vanished at the amused look on KerriAnne’s face. He flushed with shame at his unmade bed and the rumpled heap of fuzzy blue blankets and San Francisco 49ers sheets. A kid’s bed.

Like an actress putting herself back into the role, she licked her lips and said with downcast eyes, “I’ve been bad, I’ve been wicked, I’ve done terrible things. You, you should punish me.”

But she really had done terrible things! He was going to shout that at her in just a minute.

“You probably,” she pushed, “are going to make me strip naked so you can puh-punish me properly.”

The word naked was like a forbidden door opening at last. “Yeah,” he agreed, blushing to the roots of his hair, forgetting everything else. “Strip all the way naked.”

Confident now, she took the rippling edges of her striped top and pulled it over her head. Her bra was black and lacy, nearly see-through. Ragged ends of flesh showed where he’d pulled the stake out but Jeremy gulped and steadied himself against his computer desk.

Turning her motions into a practiced dance, she reached behind, undid the bra and let it slide off, turning so her damaged breast was hidden. For the first time in his life, Jeremy saw a naked breast that was not on a computer screen and his head buzzed.

She saw his eyes move their focus to her gold lamé skirt and, smiling wickedly, turned her back to undo it and let it slide down pink-stockinged legs to her dainty feet (had she really been wearing those low heels through all the encounter in the plaza?). With his heart in his mouth, Jeremy lifted his eyes from her feet and devoured the sight of her white, smooth ass in pink-ribboned black lace panties.

I’ll treat myself to one more look and then get back in control!

She swayed her enticing bottom, slid her hands up the backs of her thighs, pulled the panties tight. The she slid them down over shining cheeks.

When her panties pulled from between her legs with an audible wet sound, Jeremy was completely in her power.

She peeped back over her shoulder, still in pink stockings and heels. “All the way naked? Or do I look even nastier like this?”

He didn’t want to have to make decisions! “Like this,” he said, not caring. She sashayed to the bed, ripped the blankets to one side (damn those little boy sheets!) and positioned herself on her hands and knees. He swallowed, not sure what to do.

She swayed her ass and in a throaty voice said, “I’ve been so bad, I deserve whatever you do to me, I’m a vampire, and I’ll accept any punishment from you.”

But she really had done all those things, Jeremy thought with the last ashes of his rational mind.

But maybe she’d been joking about “the lovely boy” she’d killed and eaten and taken his smart phone?

But that boy might have been Alec’s age.

But he’d hated Alec, Alec had been an asshole. A lurking part of him was glad when Alec died.

He moaned helplessly and crossed the room to the bed, nearly tripping over her clothes. Her striped top hid an egg-yolk stain and her stockings were stained and crusted but he was already unzipping his pants with fumbling hands and couldn’t care that other vampires had perfectly preserved clothes.

He climbed up behind her, pushing his pants down to bunch above his knees. She spread her legs and her vagina opened its beautiful fluted lips. He gasped. Would his cock would be enough for her? He’d measured it last year and it was just average size (he knew because he’d googled the phrase “average penis size,” starting guiltily as the drop-down list suggested “for a 16-year-old” as if it knew who he was).

Her words nattered against his pounding ears, something about spanking her. He felt small and unsophisticated – and vaguely aware of a nonhuman smell. But he had no idea what a vagina was supposed to smell like; something like an ass, he’d always supposed without ever thinking about it.

He reached out his left hand to touch a woman’s naked ass for the first time. It was smooth and cool. Gasping, ignoring the denim wrinkle which pressed into his right knee, he spanked her a couple of times. She shook, gasped, “Oh yes, oh yes!”

But it made his hand sting – and he didn’t want to hit her, even though she grunted deep in her throat with each smack.

He wanted to love her. He had a tender heart; nobody ever knew how many night’s he’d sobbed over Alec’s death. He knew she was a vampire but she’d nestled her cheek against him and he wanted to love her.

But he was also a seventeen-year-old about whom Brandon had once said, “You got come backed up to your eyelids, dude.”

Scooting on his knees, he brought his penis forward until the swollen head touched lips cool and silky. The otherworldly smell was stronger now, something like moonlit forest, deep earth loam and fruit spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg.

KerriAnne froze, then moaned in a different way and rubbed against him. His cock twiddled and diddled as she moved, then was pushed up between her ass cheeks. He pulled quickly away, panting, knowing he would come all over her like an idiot if his cock felt an instant more of that glazed silkiness. As it was, a string of precome glistened between the tip and her undulating body.

To buy time he smacked her again. She took the blow as if it fed a deep need. He spanked her like she wanted and she cried out. But his body knew what it wanted. Taking his cock in his hand again, he rubbed deliberately on that cool wetness, willing himself not to fall over the edge. All the porn he’d read talked about “hot wet pussy”; was she cool because she was a vampire? I should be grateful she’s actually wet was his last rational thought before he did just what he had fantasized so many times and shoved into her.

Her insides danced on him; he’d never felt anything so wonderful. He went wild, gave up on trying to last and lost himself in blinding pleasure.

It might not have been the best orgasm he’d ever had but he was having sex with a woman and he felt like a giant. “I love you!” he cried as his tender heart broke through five years of hatred.

The high faded. He landed on his knees amid the wreckage of his life behind a vampire who was ominously still.

Everything had been permitted twenty seconds ago. Now all he could see was Alec’s handsome little boy face, remembered clearly at last. So often it had curled into a sneer but in Jeremy’s vision now it looked miserable and lost.

His pants were bunched comically around his knees. He quickly pulled his penis out of the loathsome cold body. What would Sister Amanda think, what would Brandon and the gang think? As the vampire swiveled on her hands and knees toward him, face unreadable, he had a vague, confused picture of the sister, Sally, coming after him with blazing eyes, her big girlfriend toting chains and guns.

A cool, wet mouth fastened onto his oversensitive penis. Sharp teeth dragged! Gagging, he wrenched away, lost his balance and fell backwards to the floor in a heap. A panicked glimpse told him he wasn’t cut and bleeding. The stake on his belt loop lay across his thigh.

As soon as he could get his pants up, he’d thrust the stake into her heart! He would throw her body out to the vampires, make real what he had claimed weeks ago! She’d be gone and this whole mess would be….

But he heard her crying from up on the bed, and that changed everything.