Julien’s parents’ house. Living room wrecked. 4 AM, February 1986. Bottles shattered. Smoke lingers. Sweat and booze stink the air. Uni party dying. Only four left: me, Manu, Julien, Marc. I’m the straight-A bursary girl. Daytime warrior. Studies first. Escape parents’ grind. But tonight? Mask cracks.
Donna Summer pulses. ‘I Feel Love.’ Julien grabs Marc. They sway. Close. Too close. Hands roam. Shirts fly. Skin slaps skin. Pubes grind. Lips lock. My pulse races. Heat builds. They look straight. Act straight. But this? Raw hunger. Manu shifts beside me. Eyes on them. His hand strokes his bulge. Mine twitches too.
The Mutation
Power surges. No more hiding. I grab Manu’s wrist. Stop him. Crush his hand on my thigh. ‘Watch me,’ I growl. Eyes lock. He blushes. I lean in. Lips crash. Tongues battle. Wild. Savage. I rip his shirt. Fur chest. Hard nips. Mine off. Skin to skin. Acid spit mixes. Ignore it. Pure fire.
He gropes my jeans. I shove his hand down. Unzip him. Cock springs. Thick. Cut. I squeeze. He groans. My other hand yanks my belt. Pants drop. Wet pussy free. No panties. Control mine. I push him back. Straddle. Grind clit on his shaft. Eyes burn into his. ‘You’re mine now.’ Mask gone. Secret Heroine rises.