Stan: Chapter Seventeen

The night was mild. Even at 1am the air was sticky. It felt close. Like a thunderstorm was long over due. But the sky was clear, and the moonlight quiet bright.
Lorna had suggested this place. After he had picked her up they had talked for a little while in the truck.
She had been out comforting a friend who had just lost their parents. Both had passed away in a car accident. After she had said goodbye to her friend, she had walked to the bus stop, only to find she had missed the last bus. She had rung for a taxi, but after a half hour wait she had given up and started to walk home. A few cars had passed her, ignoring her trying to flag down a lift. But then Stan had stopped.
She had explained what had happened on the journey back to town. He had listened. She liked that. He had asked if she had a boyfriend, to which she lied. She said no, knowing full well she did. But she wanted to see where the conversation took them. After all he was kind of cute.
He had told her that he was between partners at the moment. His last had left him a little while ago. He hasn't wanted her to go, but she had been determined. So in the end he had had to let go.
Lorna was flirting with him. Stan was playing to it.
She had suggested stopping by the lake. They both got out the truck and lay on the bonnet, looking at the stars above them. They talked a little more. Stan continued to lay on his back, Lorna on her side, facing him, playing with her hair as they spoke.
She made the first move. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He turned his head to her and smiled. They both looked into each others eyes and then passionately kissed one another.
Lorna ran her hair though his short hair. She rolled over to sit on his waist. Legs straddling him. She slowly undid her checkered shirt, removing it to reveal the black lacy bra underneath. Stan sat up and helped her unfasten it. Revealing her bare breasts. His lips softly caressing them. His tongue moving slowly around her nipples.
Lorna arched her back in pleasure. She was enjoying his touch and the stickiness of the night on her bare skin. She slid off his lap and got off the bonnet. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off. Wriggling her hips out of them. She lay on the grass and beckoned him over, spreading her legs as she did so.
Stan didn't need a second invitation. He got off the truck and knelt beside her. He lowered his head and moved her panties to one side, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She was moist. He could smell her.
Gently he parted her lips, using his tongue to flick at her clitoris. Again her back arched in pleasure at his touch. She reached down and rubbed at his jeans, feeling his stiff cock underneath. Teasing it. She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand in, running a finger up and down his shaft, and over the tip.
Stan knelt up. He pulled his jeans down to his knees. Lorna sat up and in one fluid motion opened her mouth, sinking it around his cock. Stan held her hair, watching her rock her head back and forth. Her tongue working on his shaft nicely.
He let go of her hair and she pulled away. Standing up she went over to the truck, bending over on the warm bonnet. Stan stood. Stepping out of his jeans. He walked across to her and pushed down on her back. Parting her legs slightly he pushed his cock deep inside her. Lorna moaned loudly as he did so, her body trembling slightly. She pushed back on his hips, getting him to enter her deeply.
Stan put his other hand on her shoulder, pulling her harder towards him. He started to push harder and faster. Lorna responded. Pushing harder back in time to his thrusts.
Stan's hand moved around to her neck, pulling gently, making her turn her head towards him. Pleasure was etched all over her face.

"Harder." she whispered between moans.

Stan responded. Thrusting harder into her. His hand gripping her neck. Squeezing. But not too hard. He took his hand away from her back and had it join the other around her neck.
The feeling had excited Lorna even more. Her back arched again, her body shaking. She was about to climax. Stan sensed it too. He started to thrust long and hard into her. His balls slapping her legs as he did so.
Finally she let out a loud moan of pleasure. That was his cue. His hands tightened around her neck. Her moaning stopped almost instantly as he cut off her airflow. She bucked. Partly because she was cumming, partly because she couldn't breath. Her body began to shake. It aroused Stan even more. Hi thrusting became manic. Lorna started to try and claw at this hands around her neck. But the force of him behind her kept her pinned to the bonnet of the car.
His grip was as firm as he could manage now. His face had contorted into a fierce look. All his energy was focused into squeezing the life out of that bitch. He could feel her starting to struggle less. Exciting him more. It felt to him like he was fucking the life out of her.
She stopped struggling, but his grip didn't loosen. He felt his climax coming. His his body start shake as it arrived. His thrusting began to slow. He pulled out. Wiping the cum from his cock on Lorna's ass cheeks.
She was slumped over the bonnet not moving. He bent down and pulled his jeans up. In his back pocket he pulled out the knife from earlier. He bent back over her body. He couldn't hear her breathing. He pulled back her head and sliced the knife across her throat. Before the blood started to gush from her neck he kicked her off the truck. He had been almost caught once tonight. He didn't want to drive across town with a couple of pints of blood across the front of his truck.
Lorna slid off and landed on her back on the grass. Not far from her jeans. It was Stan's turn to straddle her this time. Already there were purple marks around her neck where he had choked the life out of her.
He pushed the curly blonde hair from her forehead. He took the knife and carved twenty four into her skin. He cut deep, so deep you could hear the blade tip scrape at the bone underneath.
Standing up he stepped over her lifeless body. Bending down his knife dug into her skin. From the base of her neck to her belly button he sliced through her flesh. The smell of the blood excited him more then the sex beforehand.
He lifted her up and carried her to the waters edge. The lake was calm, but he knew it was deep. Every year there was at least one drowning of a child here because they had estimated the depth incorrectly. He rolled her naked body into the water, where it floated for a whole, face down. Then a few bubbles appeared, and slowly the body sank beneath the water.
Stan stretched. He actually felt a little tired. Maybe it was the sex. Maybe it was the running from earlier. But he felt like he could sleep for a week.
He walked around to the back of his truck and opened it. Morris was still there sleeping. He figured it would be around five hours before the drug in her system wore off and she started to wake. Plenty of time. He closed and locked the truck again. He gathered up what remained of Lorna's clothing. He smelt it. She had smelt so sweet and fresh. He walked to the waters edge again and tossed the clothing in.
He lit a cigarette and lent against the truck, looking up at the sky. It certainly was a nice night. It was about a two hour drive to their destination. He had been there before as a kid, but hadnt returned there in a while. It was out of the way and safe. For now.
He smiled looking at the back of the truck.

"If only you could have seen that officer." he spoke as if Morris could hear him. "You haven't see anything yet! By the time I'm finished with you, you will be begging me to finish you off."

He smiled. Taking one last drag on his cigarette, he tossed it to the floor and stood on it. Grounding it into the grass beneath his feet.
He opened the truck, got in and started it. Turning up the radio a little he pulled away. Not looking back at what he had left for someone to discover.