EroticReverie

Joliette Bellamira

I step on the wooden slats of the foot path through Belial's Bog. It was dark and I could hear the sound of crickets out in the surronding trees, the hoot of an owl, and the sound of the tall grasses surrounding the bog blowing and the wind whistling between the trees.

"Careful Jolie" Briar says as he stops ahead on the old foot path, a few planks a head of me. 

"I am." I say as I step on the next plank of wood, the water slipping just up over the wood due to the rain we had this past week. Tonight was dry though and the forecast was clear, other than the slighty sticky heat of the humid air it was supposed to be a nice night.  Up ahead , about half a football feild away, awaits our friends on the large wooden platform in the middle of the giant bog. Apparently nobody knew how deep the water was beneath it. Legends will tell you that it's endless, an endless pit of water beneath all of the muck of the grass and dead plants on top of it. Here and there were little pools where the the decaying plants of the wetlands seemed to clear out and leave little pools of water. With little islands of grass growing.

People came out during summer, mainly teenagers and early twenty somethings, and would party on the wooden platform. Yeah, not the safest. A bunch of drunk teenagers walking back over the wooden planks after a night of debauchery. I've only seen a few people fall into the water to be helped back out. But legend also says that the bog has claimed several lives. From people who fall in , get stuck in the peat. Which is the thick collection of the decaying plants.  I spot a water lily as we keep walking and stepping from plank to plank to the center of the bog. 

It was named Belial's Bog , Belial meaning the Devil's Bog. The name and the legends of the bog claiming lives , and the water beneath being endless, was the appeal. The legend of the dangers, along with the name itself, was enough to drag us out here. 

I take a breath once we finally reach the dock and step onto it feeling the slight movement of it in the water. It was nothing but a large square platform ,no sides to keep drunk teenagers stumbling off and over the edge. Just a big flat wooden square.

"Hey Jolie" Danika, one of the other guys girlfriends greets me and raises a small bottle of some kind of liqour. 

"Hey" I smile , our face lit up by the led lanterns on each corner of the platform. 

The platform could comfortably hold, and safely hold, a dozen or so people. We were pushing that limit just a little, by an extra dozen. Most were standing, a few sitting down, a few laying down, and making out unapologetically. 

"hey Danika" Briar greets her and then nods to his best friend Renwick.

"Ren" Briar says and nods as Renwick hands him a bottle and Briar laughs and lifts it taking a drink and passing it to me. 

"It's fine Joliette" he says quietly, because he knows I get nervous drinking around people. But because I can't say no, and am too nervous to seem like a downer, I take a swig, closing my lips tight so I only get a taste of whatever the hell that awful liquid is as I wince and Ren laughs, and Danika does too as Briar slips his hand behind me and pulls me in. 

Across the dock, which suddenly seems all too small when I see him. Is Carver. Carver Albevau. My friend Edana's brother. While most of us were eighteen , Carver was a few years older, and twenty two years old. He was tall, taller than every guy here at six foot five, with black hair and blue eyes, and a lip ring that I've imagined licking one too many times. He was wearing dark jeans and a dark shirt with his leather jacket, his hand decorated with silver rings and tattoos. My toes curled in my sneakers as he looked over at me, giving me a slow perusal, his eyes going down slowly, then back up. 

I wasn't wearing anything scandalous. I had on black denim shorts, with fishnets, and a short sleeve black t shirt, with skeleton hands over my breasts, but the shirt was loose and hung almost down past my shorts. I didn't know how he was wearing that damn jacket. It wasnt too hot out, but the air was humid and he had to be sweating under it. But he always wore that jacket. 

I feel Briar's hand at my waist and pulling my attention back to him as I look away just as Carver's eyes make his way back up to my face and he starts to give a slow smile, one corner of his mouth lifting as he lifts a flask to his mouth. 

The thing with Carver was, he had no idea, no idea that I fan girled over him for years whenever he was around. I acted like he was a rockstar with the way my stomach filled with swarms of butterflies that sometimes felt like they wanted to flit on up and out of my mouth. I imagined them coming out of my mouth, like the flies from the guys mouth in the movie The Green Mile. 

Nobody knew about my Carver crush, because I wouldnt dare tell my friend Edana that I thought her brother was hot. It was just rules , you dont go after your best friends siblings, and it wasn't like I'd ever had the balls to. Plus I was too young for him , until now. I was eighteeen now. Yet still, ball-less. And I now had a boyfriend, and my mind shouldnt even be thinking about Carver. 

He lived with his father, while Edana lived with their mother, so it wasn't often I saw him. I more so saw him at parties or get togethers like this when his friends mixed with his little sisters. He was standing with a few guys whom I only knew their names, but knew they were his age too. Zephyr and Keir, Zephyr was currently dating Adrienne, who was nineteen and a friend of mine and Edana's. So I assume that's how Carver got the invite. From Zephyr, who got it from his girlfriend Adrienne. 

I let Briar talk to his friends as I just hold my hand on my one arm , crossing it over myself as I step away, not wanting to have to pretend I was interested it whatever conversation they were having about their plans for more shitty basement tattoos. 

I walk across the dock and stand there looking out over the bog and start to think about if there really are just , dead bodies out there. If the legends are true and the water is endless and I feel a shiver of fear run down my spine at the thought of tipping forward and into the water.

"What are you looking at?" a deep voice asks, making me turn and I jump slightly as I come face to face with a chest decorated by a black shirt and leather jacket with studs and pins I know all too well. My head jerks up as I jump and his eyes widen as he swings his arm around me to keep me from becoming a legend of the bog as I almost fucking eat ass and fall in. 

"Whoah" he says and pulls me against him. 

I can barely fucking breathe, but when I do I inhale the smell of him. My nipples hardening at the earthy scent of whatever cologne he has on as well as the proximity of his hand to my ass as it rests right on my lower back right above, flirting with the top of my ass. 

"You good Bellamira?" he asks, using my last name as I just look up at him, craning my neck, my five foot three to his six foot five , being this close, was staggering. 

I just look at him and nod. "uh huh, yeah" I say almost breathless and he gives me a small smile, and I watch the tip of his tongue slip from behind his lip, over his lip ring and over it and then back into his mouth. My pussy muscles clench and my little virgin vagina screams for mercy as she floods my fucking panties. 

"You have to be careful. Don't want the devil snatching you into the waters." he says and his hand slips down just a bit more before falling away and letting me stand on my own. Surprisingly I dont crumple to my knees like a melting popsicle from the way I'm fucking burning inside for this guy. This is why you could never be with Carver, I tell myself. Because you can't even act cool when he decides to talk to you. 

"yeah" I laugh nervously and tuck a piece of my lavender hair behind my ear. 

"So what were you looking at?" he asks and looks out over the bog.

"Oh." I say and shake my head. "Nothing...just...staring." I say and gesture to the bog. "At the water." I say and he hums. 

"Well what were you thinking about while looking at it?" he asks and I turn my head and look up at him, and I swallow as he licks his lips again. I wasnt sure if he was intentionally ruining my panties, or if he seriously had no clue the effect he had on them when he did that. 

"Dead bodies." I say and watch his eyes pop and brows lift and then I'm gifted with a full smile, perfect, white shining teeth, and a dimple that's almost hidden by the scruff on his face. 

"Dead bodies huh?" he says and I wince. 

"Um yeah." I say, wanting to slap myself. Way to be a weirdo Joliette. Not that our group wasn't packed full of them, but couldn't I have said something, less..serial killerish?

"Hmm" he says and takes a sip from his flask and looks out over the bog. 

"About dead bodies that might already be in there? Or are you planning on putting dead bodies in it?" he asks and I give a slight laugh and shake my head. 

"About ones already being in there." I say. 

He smiles, close lipped and he steps closer, and I inahle, holding my breath. 

"You believe there's dead people in the bog?" he asks, crooking his head slightly. I shrug. 

"I don't know. I .... I guess it would make sense, if people fall in, when nobody is around, or they say people bring bodies out here and throw them in." I say and he steps another inch closer. 

"What else were you thinking about?" he asks and I lick my lips, and I notice his eyes go to them. 

"Umm..just...I don't know." I shrug and look away, I can't look at him another fucking second. He's so good looking I could literally burst into tears right now. 

"I come out here a lot." he says. 

I look back to him, and thankfully his gaze is out on the bog and not looking at me, cause I feel myself shiver as I take a breath looking at him. 

"It's peaceful when nobody else is around. When it's just me, or me and one other person." he says. 

Then his head turns slightly and his eyes shift to me and I shift mine back out to the bog. 

"Oh." I say.

"I like to sit and think...not usually about dead bodies though." he says, and I look and see the slight pull of his lips. He's teasing me, and I blush and tuck my hair again behind my ear.

"Yeah, I guess...it's not peaceful to imagine that." I say as I avoid his gaze. 

"Hey babe" Briar says and I feel his arm slip around me, planting his chin on my shoulder and kissing my neck. "What are you doin? What are you two talking about?" he asks as he looks at Carver, and I look at Carver too who is still looking at me. 

"Dead bodies." Carver says. 

"Whoa" Briar laughs. 

"What about dead bodies?" Renwick, Briar's friend asks, moving over to us. 

"In the bog." I say. 

Renwick laughs. "Oh yeah, there's gotta be at least a couple dozen." he says and then Briar is arguing with him that there's no bodies in the bog and my eyes shift to Carver who gives me a small smirk and takes another drink of his flask and holds it out to me. 

Briar pauses his argument. "What's that?" 

"A little something." Carver says. But I shake my head and he draws his hand back and nods, accepting my decline. 

Briar goes back to arguing with Renwick who then involves their friend Lennon, all of them standing in a circle discussing whether or not the legends are real, how many peple have died from drowning in the bog.

Carver looks to the circle of idiots and then steps back closer to me.

"I usually come out here every Monday on my own." he says. 

"Around seven, and I stay until the sun sets."  he says. 

"Monday. At seven." he says, and gives me a quirk of his lips and then walks from where we stand back to his own friends.