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 No Consequences Chapter 2: Carla

   It was my senior year of high school.  1975.  I was on a double date
with my pal Vinny and his girl Darlene.  I was with my girl Carla.  It was
the summer after our senior year and we were all stupid teenagers.  It was
date night and we were on the way back from the drive in.  Let -(TM)s just
say, I really learned who I was that night.  And, it -(TM)s been like cake
every since.

   Vinny and I sat in the front seat of my 1975 shit brown Chevy Nova,
while the girls were in back giggling, smoking dope.

   The joint was passed back up to me, I took a drag then gave it to Vinny,
who felt it was small enough to attached to an alligator clip (roach clip),
for easier handing.  He took his drag, passed it back the giggling girls
just as we turned off on Sandlemill road.

   As soon as the road turned to gravel, it was Carla who leaned forward in
her tight v-cut orange top, braless with her b-cup nipples poking out and
asked where we were going.

   Back then, the drive-in was the excuse to go to Sandlemill road.  This
was a great excursion.  In the summer, people went out this way to camp by
Dorren Lake, 2 mi down.  But, all other times, it was Lovers Lane.  It was
just a low lying road---farming road really.  2 farms in fact.  The Tatems
had some cows when you first turned onto the road.  About 50 of them, wood
fenced in a great field.  Then, a little ways past, the road became gravel.
A little ways more was the lake, and finally, the road dead ended at Blinky
-(TM)s.  Blinky was a nickname for this cute girl we all knew growing up.
She lived on a big farm.  Her dad was often gone--rumor was he did
government work.  So, she was always doing the farm work---mostly tending
various animals.  But, the farm was great.  She had 2 younger sisters, an
older bother and her mom.  But, why we knew about her place was the big hay
pile under the barn and the rope swing out.  So, sometimes---mostly when we
were all younger, we would come out for a day and hit the lake, then go to
Blinky -(TM)s to swing off her rope into the pile of hay.

   Looking back, I get a little choked up about Blinky.  Her name was
actuality Nancy.  She was a good friend.  I grew up knowing her.  But, she
is gone now.  I will have to tell you how it happened sometime.

   But lets move on.

    -�Oh, you think you boys are getting lucky tonight. -� Carla teased,
then snorted in laughter and both girls fell into each other in a pile of
giggles.

   Obviously, the reverse was true.  Remember, using my skills, I had taken
the path to become the cool kid.  I really could do no wrong.  I could have
any girl.  Carla was a cheerleader.  She was 5 -�4 -(TM), 100lbs blonde
beauty.  She had long flowing hair and while you might think orange tight
top and skin tight bell bottom jeans with singles in not sexy---think
again. It was the 70 -(TM)s.  And I was driving with a massive boner.

   Vinny was just as stupid and ready to pounce on Darlene.  In fact, as
soon as we pulled off the road, 20 feet though some grass and stopped
before the embankment sloped to the lake, Vinny was tearing over the seat
to the back and Carla, while slapping and hitting Vinny in a slew of
insults, was climbing into the front.

   I should point out that Vinny was a recent friend.  It was a timeline
shift right before the school year, but needless to say, I did something so
cool in his eyes, then he wanted to be my pal.  He was sorta a douche. 
And, the name was indeed a stereotype for his behavior.  But, Vinny
attracted a certain type of girl, which I liked, and because of my skills,
it presented some nice opportunities over the school year.  Most
importantly, Vinny was my drug connection.  And, it was 1975.  I was a cool
kid.  I needed my connections.

   So let me tell you about Darlene.  She was just a little heavy, but a
real giver.  In fact, she gave me a blow job several times this
year---Vinny as clueless, but then he was not very faithful himself.  In
1975, all this giving was pretty ok anyhow.  So, I liked Darlene a lot. 
She also had great bit tits.  Strangely though, I had not seen them yet. 
But, I had time on my side.

   So, lets set this up.  And remember, I am 54 now.  Though, I feel like I
am 30, though diet, exercise and just really enjoying life and where it has
taken me.  Sure, there are some regrets and well, there were many regrets
if I am to be honest with this accounting, but shit, time moves forward and
that is where I am always going.

   Forward.

   Up until tonight, I had never killed anyone.  Sure, I had done other
things.  I had even hurt people quite a bit.  I caused some large accidents
as well---like the fire at Oaken -(TM)s Mill.  And, there were a few times,
I thought I had killed someone though my  -�Outings -�, through a comedy of
catastrophes, but I had never purposely set out to end someones life.

   But that desire was growing inside.  The many times I had explored
someones body as they slept or were unconscious, I wondered.....could I?

   So, here I was, in the car with Carla, who by now, had pulled my cock
out and was giving me an great blow job.  In the back seat, Darlene was
already ridding Vinny.  The whole car was shaking, which, if you know the
Chevy Nova, was a feat in itself.

   I pulled her off of me and asked her to follow.

   We left the car....Vinny and Darlene oblivious to our departure.  We
mashed some grass down by the lakefront under the partial moonlight, and
sat and gazed at each other.

   She kept snorting laughter, then would lean her head into me, her hands
grouping for my pants.  I would gently push her back, telling her I just
wanted to look at her---admire her beauty.

   And she was....truly beautiful.  She was young, a genuinely sweet girl.
At the end of this summer she was going off to Whit Collage.  She wanted
study sociology for some reason.  I probably would not see her after this
summer.  It made me sad.

   So, I was thinking.  I looked at her face as she had moments of beauty
and stifled laughter--remember she was really stoned.  I looked at her
neck. What would it take to kill her I wondered.  I listed to the moans in
the car.  How long would they go?  5min---10?  It was hard to tell with
Vinny.  And he just might get out and look for them.
19:57

   Starting now.

   I leaned in and grabbed her throat.  She made a short gag sound, then it
quickly ramped up as she tried to back away.  I was not messing around with
my grip.  I was not playing.  Her little teenage brain knew that at once
and survival instincts kicked in.  She franticly started backing away, but
I maintained my hold around her tiny neck, then lunged forward after her,
managed to get around her wilding kicking legs and sat on her belly.  I
squeezed and pressed her neck against the slightly muddy ground, only a
foot from the water.  One hand was smacking me, the other splashed in the
water, then hit me in the eye.  Ouch.  I closed it.  Now her hands were
working hard to get my hands off of her neck.  She yank one finger up at a
weird angle.  Ouch.  I was not quitting.  30 seconds had passed.  Her face
was lit by the moon with addition reflections from the rippling water where
her hand had splashed.  Her legs still kicking, her sandals were gone now.
I felt my boner as her body tried to move against me.  I leaned in with all
my weight.  I felt her neck smashing under my fingers.  Her head twisting
sideways, eyes wide, mouth wide then crunch.

   I released my hands instantly.  It was a shock.  Her neck just caved in
a bit.  I crushed something.  I pulled back.  A gurglely sound came out of
her mouth, with some drool and blood.  One eye was half closed.  The other
was wide, blood red.  Her mouth was slack jaw.  Her hands laid loosely to
the side.  Her body was twitching--mostly her legs.  But, after a few
seconds it stops.  I leaned in.  Blood and other stuff still coming out of
her mouth.  But, she was not breathing.  I leaned down, put my ear on her
breast--felt her nipple.  No heartbeat.

   Looking over her, I full well expected me to become scared.  To become
remorseful--perhaps break down.  I was ready to stand up right there and
fall back---back to the last timeline where she was alive and well and I
had never took this horrible course.  But, as I stood up and looked down at
her lifeless small body, I experienced another feeling all together. 
Complete excitement.  In fact, it was a rush of excitement and adrenaline.
This was, indeed a powerful drug.  It is hard to describe.  The feeling is
so incredible, that I did not want it to end.  And along with this feeling
was my sexual desire.  It now had increased 10-fold.  My cock was about to
tear through my jeans.

   I quickly took off my pants.  Underwear off.  The rest of my clothes,
tossed everywhere--in the lake, who cares.  I was down on top of dead
Carla, rubbing my cock on her lifeless body.  I pulled and yanked her
clothes off, feeling her smooth skin against mine.  I rubbed and touched
her all over, my cock sliding all over, dripping on her.  I wanted to fuck
her--so I did.  I pushed her legs up, and fingered her tight pussy.  She
was so wet.  Strange----though later I would understand this phenomena.  I
let my cock slid in.  So tight, so slick.  She was warm and she was dead.
Her body jerked as I fucked her.  Her little tits were jiggling.  Then, I
saw her mouth, wet, open and slack.  I did not care what had oozed out, I
just wanted my cock in her.  I shoved it in.  Ouch.  Teeth.  But it did not
matter.  The teeth were part of it.  I was fucking my dead teenage
girlfriends mouth.  I did not have to worry about her gagging.  I just
rammed my cock to the back of her throat hard as I could over and over
again until...until I came down her throat.  I was exhausted, but did not
feel done.  The rush was still there.  My head was buzzing.  This drug was
powerful.

   I dragged her body into the lake.  I stood in the water, her floating in
front of me--admiring her, thinking about what to do.

   Suddenly, I realized something though the haze of my pseudo drug stupor.
I did not have my watch.  I had started this whole thing without looking at
the time.  I had no idea how long it had been.  Had it been over 19:57? 
The strangling was fast---a minute at most.  Had I got it all done in time?

   I realized I was standing in the lake with Carla -(TM)s body floating in
front of me---the moonlight glistening off her white skin.  There were
little beads of water on her.  So pretty.  As I stared mesmerized yet
again, I suddenly realized, everything was quiet.

   Well, not completely.  I heard was sounding like very low sobbing.  I
looked up at the embankment.  Two shadowing figures were looking down. 
Vinny and Darlene.  How long had they been there?  What had they seen?

   I was in water up to my chest.  I would not be able to fall back until I
got out of the water.  And that was if I was still within time.  I might
now be stuck in this timeline.  If I was---I needed to kill them too or I
would have no chance of surviving this new future.

   But, if I was in time, I could stroll up out of the water enough to
fall--fall back to the previous timeline and be back sitting in front of
Carla and have the fantastic memories from this timeline to enjoy.

   It was a dilemma.  Do I risk it?

    -�Hey guys -�, I said.   -�Carla passed out so I was just messing with
her -�.  I am going to bring her back.  Just a sec -�

   I started pulling Carla with me as I waded in the water.

    -�I am embarrassed, Darlene.  Maybe you can go back to the car while I
get dressed -�.  I said again, hoping to get a giggle or something.

   Instead, there was a shaky sob and it looked like Darlene nudged Vinny.
What had they seen?  How long were they watching me?

   Almost there.

   The water was up to my knees as I slowly sloshed forward.  Then I
realized something.  I was dragging Carla through the water by her wet
hair. That could not have looked very good.  I looked back up.  Vinny was
fast approaching me down the embankment.  Heavy breathing.  Carla was still
on top, one hand now over her mouth.

   They knew.  I let Carla go, and lunged forward at the same time Vinny
raced toward me.  We collided at the waters edge.  I let my fist connect
with he ear--hard--and he went down with a grunt.  Incapacitated for a
moment, I raced up the hill toward Darlene.  She seemed frozen, then her
eyes widened in horror.  My face much have been truly terrifying.  I shoved
her in the chest and she went down.  I was on top of her, pummeling her
sweet young face.  Bashing her teeth in, bits of blood flying.  I was a
monster.  Her body was jerking, she was trying to scream, but choking on
blood and broken teeth.  I slid down her body as she moaned in pain,
ripping her blouse apart and plunging my face in between her large breasts,
rubbing and burying my head in them.  Perhaps it was for solace and
comfort. Perhaps it was for a last moment of beauty and sexual satisfaction
before I had to do what I had to do---finish her, then Vinny.

   At this moment, I knew life would be different.  After I killed them, I
would be on the run.  Perhaps I would go to Mexico.  I just know that I
would have to go---leaving my friends, my family.  The prospect was grim. I
had fucked up bad.  Tears were unexpectedly pouring out of my eyes as I
tried to hide in this gravely injured teenagers breasts.  I didn -(TM)t
know how long it was.  Minutes.  Hours.  Moments.  But I looked
up....looked in Darlene -(TM)s bloody face.  She was barely moving.  Gurgly
moans were emoting from her.  Limbs twitching.  I let my hands slide up to
her neck--wrap around, and as I squeezed, her body tensed.  I felt my cock
harden again--pressing against her panties.  Understandably, her pants were
already off.  My thoughts in that moment seemed to be comfort in that--it
would be one less thing I had to do before I fucked her corpse.

   Then I was flying.

   There was a glimpse of Vinny and some words I could not make out.  He
seems to float past me.  Then, I was tilting up toward the sky.  I was now
falling.  I knew what was happening.  Vinny, in a rage had grabbed me by
the neck, yanked me off of Darlene.  I would hit the ground hard and he
would kill me.  This would be over.  And, for a brief moment, I was at
peace.

   But when I hit the ground, something entirely different happened.  I
heard laughter.  Snorting laughter.  I righted myself, and sat up.  Carla
was in hysterics.  Hand covering her mouth, she almost rocked backwards
herself.

    -�You stoner! -� She managed though her laughter.  Then she pulled me
forward into a deep tongue kiss and clothes started coming off.  We made
love under the partial moonlight by the lake, which Vinny and Darlene did
the same in the Nova.  When it was over, we all sat, looking at the moon
light reflecting in the slow ripples of the lake water and wondered how
this summer would be.....our last summer together before we went our
separate ways.

   I sat there quietly as Carla leaned her head against me reflecting. 
19:57.  It was the year I was born.  It was the time I could jump.  This
evening felt like it lasted forever.  The time jump, even more so.  I was
so sure I was not coming back.  Did fate save me?  I knew then that if I
kept wanting to do this, I needed to be sure.  And I realized then as well,
that I could make the decision to stay in a timeline if I was very careful.
I had done it before--many times in fact.  But with killing, I knew I had
to be sure--very sure.  And while it was nice to have Carla back and knew
there was no consequences, a part of me wanted it to be permanent.  Perhaps
it was a God complex of sorts.  But in the moment that I watched her life
leave her, I was all powerful.  I had taken it.  Me.  Great, by name and by
deed.  Evil deed perhaps.  It was confusing.  But, later this summer, I
would have an opportunity to jump timelines again.  The circumstances would
change my life forever.....again.