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Injected 2: Jordan's Revenge

Chapter 8 - A Nature Hike

[Brad]

The loose dirt shifted beneath Brad’s feet; it wasn’t much…only a few particles…but it was enough. His core tightened as his right arm sprinted out for the nearest tree.  To go along with his quick reflexes, his sturdy hiking boots found reprieve in the solid earth beneath the shifting dirt.

His exercises had certainly paid off.

Brad watched a few branches and rocks tumble down Mother Nature’s steep slope behind him. He sighed in relief as he released his iron grip on the stabilizing tree, cautiously and respectfully resuming his climb.

If someone had told Brad six months ago that he would be outside, hiking up a 55 degree angle slope…well…let’s just the ‘outside’ part might have been enough to elicit a disbelieving chuckle.  Yet here he was, out in the wilderness, the nearest soul miles and miles away.  In fact, in his drive through the brush, he’d only noticed a single empty car parked near the lake about a mile before he reached his usual spot, a forest green Prius.  Brad assumed it was someone coming out to fish but the lake was so calm it looked like solid concrete from a distance.

He reached into his pocket to check the time.

It was 7am.

Brad chuckled, noticing his lack of cell reception. Six months ago, that would have been enough to dissuade him from this hike altogether.  It wasn’t that he would have worried about needing to call someone for help.  He worried not about being able to contact the world; in fact, he worried about the world being able to contact him…specifically one girl.

‘What if Jordan tried calling me and I wasn’t able to answer?’

‘What if Jordan was home and needed my help with her schoolwork?’

‘What if Jordan is swimsuit shopping for the coming summer and wants to ask ME which two-piece bikini makes her butt look the best?’

Or his personal favorite, and most embarrassing…

‘What if Jordan has finally realized that I’ve been the perfect, sweet guy that’s been right under her nose all along..and she’s trying to call me to confess her undying love for me?’

Letting go of Jordan wasn’t an easy thing to do; it may have been the hardest thing Brad had ever done.  He’d known her since the two were sat next to each other on the first day of second grade. All the kids wrote their names onto rectangular slips of paper, folded to operate as temporary name plates for their desks.  Brad used one of several black washable ink markers circulating around the classroom to write his name just as all the other kids did.

Jordan, however, wrote her bubbly name down in hot pink with a marker she’d brought from home.  She was the only one with a colored nameplate, and the only one that had drawn a heart next to her name.

That was when the crush started, just as innocent as the child who had it.

Jordan was more or less polite enough to Brad, but there was no mistaking her lack of interest in forming a childhood friendship which anyone will tell you can only make those feelings grow stronger.

Innocent interest made way for puberty-addled, lustful appreciation of Jordan’s developing and blossoming body.  Before he knew it, Brad and Jordan were sophomores in high school and while Brad checked all the boxes for nerdboy status, Jordan looked like a full-fledged, heart-breaking woman with curves that would make any womanizer blush.

She’d developed large breasts that seemed to draw Brad in like a pasture farm cow into a UFO’s tractor beam…and don’t even get him started on her ass.  She’d always had thick thighs and wide hips, but years of sports would only continue to increase their size and apparent firmness as the two teens barreled their way through their highschool careers.  He had to say ‘apparent’ in his own mind, having never touched them himself, but he’d lost count of how many times he masturbated over the years imagining what they might feel like…smell like…taste like.

Despite the disparity in their appearances and unlikeliness of their social matching, a friendship had developed between Jordan and Brad against all odds.  Not only that, but she was the one who actually approached him!

Sure…the reason for that first approach was for help with her homework, but she could have asked any brainy nerd…and she asked him!

In a way, Brad was grateful that he was able to maintain a close relationship with Jordan and even though it was a bit juvenile, he couldn’t help but scoff whenever Jordan would trash-talk the popular guys that were drooling to get in her pants.  They were handsome, muscular jocks and yet here he was with her…but there was always that third wheel: her schoolwork.

Sometimes, Brad would actually get up the nerve to ask Jordan to hang out with no academic focus but Jordan was always too busy.  Brad once even bought her a brand new TI-89 calculator to aid her in completing some of her schoolwork herself, which would hopefully free up some time for the two of them to hang out and have some fun, but he barely heard anything of it after gifting the expensive item.  He could have been more insistent but he didn’t want to risk her finding some other nerd to teach her algebra. Brad needed to hold onto what he could.

Did he know all along and choose to ignore that Jordan was using him?  A part of him did.  Although, he couldn’t give himself sole credit for the realization; a lion’s share of that credit went to Chelsea.

Brad’s legs were sore and his brow was sweaty, but now the mountainous slope was fully behind him and he turned to admire it.  He rested his hands on the back of his head, opening his lungs fully to allow for deep, comforting breaths as he stared down.

This coming September, Brad was heading off to an ivy league college.  He’d received a scholarship to this college years ago but turned it down…for reasons that he couldn’t even bring himself to repeat in his own head.  But that was all behind him now!  Sure, he didn’t have the scholarship anymore but it was a good life lesson learned.

Brad was meeting new people, trying new things.  He was even looking at other girls…something that, pathetically enough, he had always resisted as it felt like he was cheating on Jordan.  Jordan literally slept with that guy Jake when he would go visit her at her university..and he actually felt bad about looking at other women?  It was so demented.  He didn’t feel bad about it now, and maybe one of these days he’d even get a girlfriend and lose his virginity.

Maybe something would happen with Chelsea…who knows?  Jordan’s childhood friend was heading off to college too…and her college was only a few miles away from his.  She was only going for some fluffy communications degree, but she’d told him for over a year now to get ready for some late-night study sessions, restaurant visits, and trips to the mall.

‘One thing at a time…’ Brad chuckled to himself as he uncapped water from his backpack and guzzled a quarter of the container.

Chelsea was definitely a “Princess” type, both in the looks department and in the personality department.  She wasn’t as pretty as Jordan…true…but no one really was.  Jordan was drop-dead gorgeous and she always had been.  It didn’t matter how ‘over her’ Brad truly was, he’d objectively concluded that he'd already seen the most beautiful woman the world had to offer, and it was Jordan.  Her body made him ache and her gaze practically made him seize….but Chelsea was pretty too.

And more importantly, she was absolutely pivotal in helping him get over Jordan.  There were so many times after he’d given Jordan the hard news that he wanted to call Jordan and tell her he changed his mind.  That he would do whatever she wanted.  Luckily for him, Chelsea was a true friend, always telling him to be strong and resist the urge.  That he was so much better than that stuck up, big booty brat.  One time recently they were hanging out…Brad couldn’t remember exactly what they were doing, maybe he was helping Chelsea with a college application letter or something…and Jordan called him out of nowhere.

He looked at Chelsea and in a moment of weakness, picked up the phone to answer.  Chelsea dramatically shouted “No!!!”

The two fought over the phone for a moment before Brad dropped it and stumbled backwards onto his back. Chelsea grabbed the phone and plopped her butt right down on Brad’s chest, pinning him down.

“Okay, okay! I won’t call her!” Brad said laughing as Chelsea crossed her arms over chest, still sitting on his.

“Promise?” Chelsea said in a sweet baby-ish voice.

“Yes, I promise.” Brad said with a laugh.  He didn’t tell her to get off of him; he was loving this…and he wasn’t even thinking about Jordan anymore.

Brad heard a sound over the water rushing down his wide throat.  He removed the bottle from his lips and swallowed, listening closely.

Unmistakable..and quite unusual.

“Is that…someone crying?”

Brad briskly walked toward the high-pitched sound, discovering that it was coming from a girl sitting atop a large, fallen tree.

Her short dirty blonde hair was messy and she appeared disheveled.   She didn’t quite appear dressed for a hike, opting for a pair of pristine white sneakers instead of rugged and durable boots.  She wore black bicycle shorts that left more skin showing than he’d have been comfortable exposing to the elements.

‘Who was this girl and how did she get here? …and perhaps, most importantly, why was she crying?’

Brad stood perhaps 20 feet from her and she still hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Are you okay?”

Despite his best attempt at sounding unthreatening and unsurprising, the poor girl’s head nearly snapped off her neck as she gasped and looked up at him.  Her hands darted out from her core, where they had been innocuously cross-clutching her thighs, and then it all became clear.

“Oh no…” Brad said.

Caked mascara lined the girl’s eyes as she wiped dripping tears from her cheeks and nose.

The soft dirt crunched under Brad’s boots as he slowly approached the girl.  She didn’t look scared anymore…not of him, anyway.  She could surely see that he wanted to help.

“Is that a snake bite?”

The girl looked down to follow his gaze.  On the inside of her right thigh were two distinct red dots and around them was what looked like bruising.

For the first time, she spoke.  Her voice trembled.  “I…don’t know how it happened. I didn’t even see him.”

“Man…how did he get so high up on your leg? Did you see him after? I think they usually run away.” Brad said, dropping to one knee in front of the seated girl.

“I dunno…I saw a flash of it in the grass. It was red and yellow…and black, I think.” The girl was rubbing the flesh of her inner thigh around the bite. Brad was doing his best to limit his concern so as not to worry the poor girl.

“Ohhh…did the red touch yellow?  Or did it touch black?” Brad asked with urgency in his voice.  ‘Red touches yellow, kills a fellow’, he remembered.

“What? I don’t know, does it matter?” she asked.

Brad wasn’t sure what to say, and the girl seemed to pick up on his heightened concern.

“Oh….do you think…” She looked down at her thigh and then back up at Brad and wailed, “....THAT IT’S POISONOUS?!?”

“I think we need to get you to the doctors.” Brad said quickly. “Here, I can carry you.”

“No!  We’re…like…so far away from anywhere.  What if I die before we get there?” She asked frantically.

‘It was a little dramatic, but it’s a good question…’ Brad thought grimly.

“Oh!!!!” Her pretty green eyes lit up, “You can suck the poison out!”

Brad’s eyes tracked back down to the bite, “I…don’t think that’s a thing.”

“Of course it’s a thing; I read it in a nature magazine once.”

“I’m pretty sure they disproved it as not being effective.” Brad replied.

Tears started flowing down the girl’s cheeks again, “I don’t want to die here!  Puh-puh-puh lease?”  She blubbered, widening her legs a bit more, “Can you please just suck it?”

It took a special kind of man to say no to girls. It was a talent in which Brad had zero skill…and how could someone say no to a girl as cute and in as much distress as this?  Worst case scenario, it just doesn’t help her, right?  He was pretty sure that it wouldn’t hurt him as long as he spit the venom or whatever he’d suck out of her inner thigh.

Brad took a deep breath, “Okay…but we have to go to the hospital right after, alright?”

She nodded enthusiastically…almost excitedly, with a smile.  “What’s your name?”

“I’m Brad.  And you?”

“Brad…thank you so much for finding me and helping me. I’m Claire.”

‘Pretty name for a pretty girl’ Brad thought.  Sometimes he wished he didn’t have the mind of a guy.  Here was this girl who needed his help and of course he was going to help her, but he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of movement under his jeans as she pulled her black bike shorts further up her legs, exposing as much of her inner thighs as a traditional pair of panties would.

Brad leaned in between Claire’s legs to get a closer look at the bite.  The markings were red and the bruising was present, but he would have expected the bruising to be raised.  The bites, strangely enough, also lacked dimension, appearing flat against the dirty blonde’s pale thigh.  Before he could comment on the strangeness of the bite, the distressed girl scooted her hips forward on the log, closing the final distance between her inner thigh and Brad’s lips.

Brad pressed his mouth against Claire’s inner right thigh, sealing his lips around the bite and began applying gentle sucking pressure. His tongue inadvertently touched the dirty blonde’s skin.  He didn’t know what venom was supposed to taste like, but all he could detect was a hint of salt from her perspiration.  He expected that he might taste some blood too, but there was nothing.

He continued to suck. The moment was so surreal. He hadn’t so much as kissed a girl yet, let alone plunge his face down between a girl’s thighs and pressed his lips anywhere in that special area.  As fucked up as it was to be turned on in such an emergency, he could feel himself stiffening.

And then, goosebumps sprouted all over his body and his nose sunk a little bit deeper into the flesh of her cushiony thigh.

Were those her fingers running through his hair?

In the absence of any taste or aroma other than her briney perspiration, Brad’s tongue was now curiously probing the flesh of the dirty blonde’s thigh.  It was searching for the indentation of the bites.  He searched and searched, but there was nothing but smooth, supple, salty skin.

The fingers were possessively gripping his hair now, encouraging him not to lift his head.  Brad heard shuffling of earth and grass behind him. It was the same sound he’d created when he was first approaching Claire.  It was right behind him now, and Brad was quickly beginning to wonder if it was a coincidence that the firmness by which Claire was holding him between her thighs was increasing.When Brad heard the sound of a shoe scuffing directly behind him, his wet lips broke the seal on Claire’s thigh.  He would have spit if there was something in his mouth but there was nothing.  He whipped his head around and when he looked up, his jaw dropped.

“Jordan?!”

“What’s that?” He asked, referring to the clear, plastic syringe in her right hand.

Brad then felt both of Claire’s hands on either side of his head violently twist him back to face her.  Claire didn’t pull him toward what he had now deduced were two ink dots from a marker on her inner thigh.  No, that jig was up.

Instead, Claire forced his head directly between her legs.  He felt his face rough up against the damp crotch of her black bike shorts and her thighs clamped in tightly on either of his cheeks and temples.

The heels of her pristine white sneakers lightly struck his back as she wrapped her legs fully around his head.  The sheer ridiculousness of the situation prevented him from telling his legs to stand…to pull his face out of Claire’s crotch.  All his brain power was dedicated toward trying to understand why this was happening.

Then, Brad felt the back of his shirt being lifted and a sharp, painful prick in his side.

‘What the fuck was that?’ Brad thought frantically, feeling a spidering sensation radiating through his body. He could see it when he closed his eyes…strong, violent purple splintering out in all directions and threatening to destroy him.  He heard the sound of his feet scraping against the ground, but he wasn’t moving his legs at all.

“See, THAT’S why I said you need to do it in the neck.” Claire said flatly, gripping and squeezing Brad’s face into her bike shorts as he got smaller and smaller. “Look how long it’s taking.”

“Why’s it matter? He’s gonna get to the same size as my dad anyway, right?”

‘Same size?’ Brad thought in confusion. The scraping sound of his own feet continued, but they made no sense.  He wasn’t moving!  Was this weird girl who buried his face into her crotch moving?  Fat chance…there was no way she had the strength to move him around like that…and yet the scraping of the tops of his boots continued until finally his feet popped right out.

“What the fuck is happening?” Brad said, muffled by Claire’s crotch who reflexively squeezed his face in so tight that he could literally distinguish between her left and right pussy lips with his nose.  His feet continued rising, but why?  Why were his feet going up?

Brad heard Claire from over his head say something about him being more than halfway now and to hand her something.  Brad’s feet kicked pathetically, now dangling over the ground but he couldn’t see nor understand why.  He also noticed that Claire’s thighs seemed to feel even more strong..and even larger.  Her hands in his hair were larger too, as if they were growing all around him.  As if everything was growing all around him.  His pants fell to the earth beneath him, then his underwear and socks.  The impressively massive thighs relented around his face just long enough to yank up on a massive t-shirt around him and then quickly seal back in around him.

He was completely naked now in this strange scissor hold and he wasn’t getting any answers. He felt his shoulders pressing more forcefully against the undersides of Claire’s thighs, as if he were being pushed up through them.  Claire lightened her grip on him just enough to allow the shoulders to pop through and around the same time, he felt her fingers leave his head.  

Instead, the thick, cushiony flesh of her thighs took their place…and now he could tell that his entire face and head was fully encapsulated between the pretty girl’s thighs.  After his shoulders finally popped through, the rest of him followed.  He felt his bare ass gliding against Claire’s skin, then his thighs..his knee caps…and then finally his bare feet.

He felt pressure on all sides.  What the fuck did she do?  Did she transfer him from her thighs to some other massive object that was going to crush him?

The pressure was eliminated entirely at the very moment that light flooded in.  Claire had parted her legs and Brad, in a delirious state, had come to the impossible conclusion that he was completely naked and literally stuck to one of Claire’s sweaty inner thighs.

“Put it underneath him..he’s gonna fall any second.” Claire said.

Brad watched with blurry eyes as a giant that looked just like Jordan positioned a tiny plastic container underneath him and gently scraped up against Claire’s thigh.  Brad was disoriented, but he had enough sense to understand that if he didn’t lift his legs, they might get pinched and scraped off so he fought the adhering strength of Claire’s drying perspiration and managed to separate his legs enough for the container’s edge to scrape beneath them.  The separation was a bit painful and the plummet into the small container embarrassing.

“Okay, I’ll take that. You put all his stuff…shoes, clothes, water..make sure his cell phone is there..and put it all in this trash bag.” Claire said urgently.

With no further direct acknowledgement, a lid was set overtop of Brad and clicked shut, returning him to darkness.

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