RPK - A Benis Short Story (Female MC) By AES-10Benis Anon, being born and raised in the southern part of the U.S., had been raised around firearms all her childhood life. Unike most girls her age, she quickly developed a love for military surplus rifles, and eventually turned to Russian weaponry as her main interest. Anon had long since wanted an RPK for her first rifle, an AK or SKS simply wouldn't sate her lust for Slavic weaponry. Once she turned twenty one, Anon was out of her parents house and on to getting her own apartment with her savings from her job at a local retail store; far later than she had hoped but better late than never. Minimum wage wasn't great, but it paid the bills and helped her fund her strong love for the Second Amendment. Her parents were financially well off and it showed with their nice country home and thirty acres of sprawling land out in the country side. Anon had always loved her home and the freedom of country life, but it was time to leave the nest and strike out on her own, past time really. An apartment in the city, though a forty minute drive, would mean better opportunities for higher paying jobs. And being only fifteen minutes away from her current job was icing on the cake. She was loading up the last of her belongings into her old pick up when her dad met her in the drive way coming back from a quick trip into town; most girls her age wanted a shiny new sports car but she was happy and content with her old farm truck. Anon stared at her fathers Mustang, a classic '65 fastback, cherry red. She envied it a great deal. She had just put the last of the boxes, this one labeled 'things', in the back of the truck bed when her dad got out to see her off. "You about to head out sweetheart?" Anon's dad asked as he walked up beside the old truck loaded down with his daughters things. "I've got something for you before you leave." Anon shoved the last box deeper in the truck bed, enuring it wouldn't be discovered, into the truck bed and walked around the truck to meet her dad and give him a goodbye hug before she left out. "What is it pops?" She asked as she embraced her father, chuckling at her affectionate term for him. "Hope this isn't the birds and bees talk dad, we're well past that," She quipped. "No, nothing like that hon. I think you're old enough to know about that. Here, I wanted to give you this." Her dad handed her an ordinary looking, unsealed envelope with a noticeable bulge in it. Anon took the envelope and lifted the flap, her jaw dropping a little as she peered inside at the contents. Cold hard cash, several twenties and fifties stuffed neatly into the fold of the thin paper. "Whoa...thanks dad." Anon tucked the envelope into her front pocket and reached out to shake her dads hand. "It's two thousand dollars cash honey, don't lose it, and don't spend it all in one place alright?" replied her father drawing his little girl in for one last hug. "My father helped me out as best he could when I moved out on my own, I thought it fitting to do so for my own kid when the time came." "I'll be smart with it, I promise," Anon lied, as she had already planned to use most of the funds to finally satiate her need for an RPK light machine gun. With that said and done she went into the house to say her goodbyes to her mom and then left out for the city and her apartment. She had already made the trip earlier in the week to fill out the application, pay the safety deposit and first months rent. Four hundred and ninety eight dollars a month rent wasn't bad, there are certainly higher places, but the three hundred dollar safety deposit was outrageous, nearly another months rent. She was promised to get it back the next month if no damages were occurred during her first month living there. The land lord had explained it was to assure applicants were financially responsible and to deter unsavory types. "Oh well," Anon sighed cranking up the classic rock on her radio, "That's the price you pay for independence." She pressed down on the accelerator, speeding on the way to her new home with Aerosmith and KISS blaring away. An old habit she had picked up from her dad during her childhood. Forty minutes later she rolls up to a parking space in front of her apartment building and begins the long and tedious process of unpacking and rearranging her few belongings into the empty space of her small two bed one bath home. It was a small place, definitely not the spacious grounds of her childhood country home, but it was well kept and clean. And most importantly of all, it was truly her own. The following weeks seemed to pass by as she spent her free time working extra shifts and putting in job applications at various places to try her luck at getting a better pay rate. Her current employer, John Edwards, was a very sweet old man and treated Anon kindly; but his small store didn't earn enough to be able to give Anon a raise. He understood when Anon came to him at the end of the week to put in her two weeks notice and say goodbye. "Don't worry Anon, I don't blame you for trying to better your job status. It's good to see young folks like you with a drive to be productive. Certainly wish others in your generation were the same." Mr. Edwards shook Anons hand and gave her a warm smile. "I appreciate all you've done for me Mr. Edwards, if you ever need some help on the weekends you know how to reach me. My new job rarely works me on Saturday." Anon thanked her former boss and finished out her regular shift at the small retail store before finally heading home for the evening. Straight through the front door, a quick shower, bra on the floor, and a bowl of soup later and Anon was sitting in front of her TV, on an old sofa donated to her by her family, watching some war films while browsing various gun sites for the rifle she yearned for. A couple of hours later she found what she was looking for, a used Romanian Aes-10b. Thirteen hundred dollars was a bit steep, but she had saved the two grand from her dad for just this occasion, and looking at the pictures the seller provided, Anon couldn't see anything alarming. A few short emails later, and they had a date set to meet in person. Anon browsed some forums to get a better idea of what to look for when giving the rifle a close inspection, then headed to her bedroom for some much needed sleep. She looked over to the only unpacked box in her home, the one labled 'things', and she got up and moved to the box. "A little bit won't keep me up too long, and I could use a little fun." Anon pulled the contents out of the box and walked back to her bed, a mischievous grin on her face. The alarm on her cell phone blaring and vibrating shook Anon out of her slumber, and she reluctantly rolled over to silence the cell phones screeching. "Seven thirty is too early." Anon stretched and yawned, feeling her muscles waken from their deep rest. She looked over to her phone to silence the dreadful sound when she noticed a text message from the seller. Sitting up in her bed, she turned off her alarm and swiped open her phone to read the text. "Anon, this is Bill, somethings come up and I need to leave to go to my mother in law's home out of state. Can we meet at seven thirty this morning, I need to leave early." "Crap!" Anon shouted as she bolted out of bed and shot a quick text to Bill explaining her alarm was set later and that she was on her way. It was about a ten minute drive from her place to the gun store where they were supposed to meet. Dashing around the house to grab her shoes, put on a bra, and grab the envelope of money his dad had given him, Anon rushed out the door to her old pick up, and sped into town to meet the seller. Speeding somewhat, and blowing through every yellow light, Anon made it to the local gun store where the seller had asked to meet up for the sale. After getting stuck at nearly every red light, Anon pulled up to the store a little past seven fifty, nearly flying out of her truck and speed walking to the entrance fearing the man had gotten ill waiting on her and left. But to her relief she was standing at the counter talking about something with the clerk, a large gun case laying against the glass cabinet. "I'm so sorry I held you up Bill, caught every red light over here," Anon explained as she shook the man's hand. She began pulling out the envelope with the money and the bill of sale she had written up the night before. The clerk left them to their business, having to attend to other customers coming in after Anon. "It's fine Anon, I didn't know about my mother in law until this morning, it was short notice for both of us. I'm glad to sell this gun, I'll need the cash for the trip, though I was surprised to find out you were a young girl. Don't see many young women with such an interest in firearms. It's a nice thing to witness." Bill finished the last of the sentence by placing the gun case on the counter and opening it for Anon to see the rifle. "There it is, one Russian gun, and a couple of thirty round magazines. If you need some ammo, this store has plenty of it." "It's actually a Romanian rifle, but the design is Russian in origin." Anon picked up the RPK, feeling its weight and looking it over for anything out of the ordinary. Aside from some minor wear and dings in the wood furniture, the rifle seemed in good shape, though a little heavy for her smaller frame. The bore still had clean sharp rifling though it was a bit dirty from firing. The bi-pod attached to the rifle was odd to her, having never shot a firearm with one before. She worked it back and forth, before setting the rifle back in the case and counting out the money to pay Bill. "Thanks Anon, hope you have a better time with it than me. Always acted up when I'd mess with the bi-pod any." Bill stuffed the money in his pocket and proceeded to walk out the door. He hadn't mentioned that in any of their emails, and Anon was worried she had just been sold a lemon. What would the bi-pod have to do with the guns reliability? It made no sense to her and she tried to put the mounting worry at ease, browsing through some of the stores guns before buying a couple hundred rounds of 7.62x39. Loading up the ammo in her truck and going back to retrieve her rifle she noticed a little oil had seeped out of the mag well and down the side of the receiver. "Weird, didn't look like he cleaned it before he brought it today," Anon mumbled. Thinking nothing else of it, Anon loaded the rifle and case into her truck and sped back home to field strip her rifle and take a closer look at the internals. A quick stop at a station to gas up her truck, grab a snack, and she was back on the road to her humble living quarters. Once inside, Anon took an old beach towel and laid it down on the kitchen table, taking the RPK out of it's case and lying it on top to prepare it for inspection. Going to her bedroom to get her small cleaning kit and supplies, Anon hears a faint noise from the kitchen. Almost sounds like the fridge to her. Anon walks back to the kitchen, supplies in hand, to see what had made the racket, only to see it completely empty. No one there and only her new rifle lying where she had it last. The fridge door was ever so slightly ajar letting a cool draft out, and she moved over to close it, looking over at the rifle. "Make sure you close the door next time," Anon joked, shaking her head wondering how the fridge had opened by itself. A half hour, some solvent, oil, and elbow grease later Anon had the rifle in impeccable shape. Minus the slight wear and dings in the wood, the rifle seemed almost brand new. Bill must not have shot it much, Anon thought to herself. Washing off her hands, Anon ate a bowl of cereal for a quick breakfast and went to lay back down for a couple hours sleep before she planned to do anything else that day. Kicking off her boots, and grabbing some pj's while slipping off her bra for some much needed freedom, she slipped into her bed and let her early morning drowsiness over take her. Somewhere in the void of her deep sleep, she thought she heard humming and noises of someone moving around her place. But being half asleep, and not too concern as it was a good neighborhood, Anon ignored it and let the allure of dreamland carry her off again. Sometime around two thirty, much later than she had planned to sleep, Anon arose from her bed and wondered into the kitchen for some late lunch. Walking up to the fridge, she noticed a quick note scrawled on a piece paper from her notebook in what appeared to her as feminine hand writing. "Dear Owner, thank you for buying me, I hope we have a great time as rifle and shooter. P.S. - Sorry about the fridge, will be sure to close it from now on. Also, you are out of coke. Signed, RPK." "What the heck?" Anon was at a loss for words, no one else had been in her apartment, she was sure of it. Unless her family had stopped by earlier while she was asleep to check in. She had given them a spare key, but that didn't explain the part about the fridge in the note, or the reason for signing it 'RPK'. "Maybe I need more sleep than I thought." She checked the fridge and saw that she was indeed out of coke, the last of the cans in the garbage. "I don't remember drinking the last can...water it is." Anon decided to splurge a little and have a steak for dinner to celebrate finally owning her dream Slavic rifle. A shower, a lady's shave, and some fresh clothes later, and she was out to the local Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries for dinner. While she was there, she decided to grab another twelve pack of Coca-Cola. Getting side tracked led to her browsing the outdoors department, and she picked up some paper targets, more patches, and solvent for future post range cleaning. After arriving back home Anon emptied the groceries onto the kitchen table next to the rifle and went to put her cleaning supplies back in her room when she noticed another message, taped to her bedroom door. Dropping all the contents in her hands, Anon ripped the note off the door reading it over while a rapidly growing pit of fear and concern built in her stomach. "Dear Owner, sorry for startling you earlier with the note. And for drinking the last of the soda. Looking forward to shooting. Signed - Your rifle, RPK." Anons hands were shaking at this point, was she going insane? Or was one of her friends or family playing some sort of weird joke on her? She was going to find out for certain before she went to sleep tonight. She walked hurriedly back to the kitchen and grabbed up her phone. "I'll call my folks, probably a joke by my dad, they'll get a kick out of it I'm sure." Anon dialed her parents number and breathes a slight sigh of relief when her dad picks up on the other end. "Hey hon, how are things going with living the city life?" asked her father, waiting for her to respond. "Fine, everything is fine, normal and all," replied Anon in a worried tone. "You okay sweety? You sound a little...jittery. Something happen?" "No, everything's fine dad, just wanted to call and see how things were on your end. Actually, have you guys been up to my apartment any?" Anon asked the question while trying to speak in a calmer tone. Her heart sank when she heard her fathers reply. "Ah so that's what this is about. I'm sorry we haven't had the time to visit honey, work and such keeps me and your mother busy. I'm sure you know how it is working all those extra hours," her dad answered, moving the phone away from his mouth momentarily to tell his wife it was their daughter on the other line. "We'll come up there soon, I promise. Your mother says hi by the way." "That sounds great, can't wait to see you guys. Tell her hello for me. I'll let you, I'm about to cook some dinner and I have company over," Anon finished, trying to push down the stress long enough to finish the call on a good note. "Company huh, having a boy over I take it? I'll let you go so you can get back to 'dinner' hon. You're old enough to do what you want, but please use protection if you get...involved. We love you sweety, see you soon." With a chuckle, her father ended the call, and Anon sat down at the table, shock and disbelief swirling around in her mind. Could her rifle really be talking to her? It was crazy to think so. Even more crazy was what she was about to do. Turning toward the RPK, Anon considered what she was about to do and felt like she was teetering on the brink of crazy. She opened her mouth and spoke to her rifle. "Uh...hi, can you hear me?" Yes Anon, she thought to herself, what a great way to start a conversation. Very riveting. "Are you the one leaving the notes around the house? Anon waited silently for what seemed an eternity, when suddenly... nothing happened. She waited but the rifle didn't speak or magically write another note. She didn't know whether she was relieved or oddly upset. Forcing it from her mind, she opened the pack of steaks and sliced the vegetables to cook along with them and began to prepare her dinner. A short while later she was full and content. Looking over to his RPK, a strange thought hit her. 'She drank the soda, does she eat food too?' Anon thought to herself, coming to the thought that if the rifle had a human side, it would be a girl seeing as how the notes were always written in pretty, clean script. A peculiar thought indeed that a rifle would eat human food. Turning back to the other steak and left over veggies, she made a left overs plate for the rifle and placed it in the fridge. Then, smiling at the irony of it, she wrote a short note and left it on the table. "Dear rifle, left overs are yours, if you eat. Will be out of apartment tomorrow for movies and shopping. Take care. Signed - Your Owner. P.S. - Call me Anon." Moving the RPK to the other small guest bedroom, she left it propped against the wall, and went to her own room across the halway to crash for the night. She closed the door to her bedroom, turned off the lights save for her small lamp, and was about to go to sleep when she looked over to the still unpacked box. She pondered it for a moment, then tossed the covers back and stood up out of the bed. Stripping her clothes and moving to the box opening it and retrieving the object inside, she moved back to her bed and lied back down on her back. A half hour later, she was spent and rolled over to turn off the lamp and get some shut eye. Waking up the next day around eight a.m. Saturday morning, she grabbed a quick shower, noticing that there was a lot more tissue paper in the trash can than last night, though she hadn't used any before going to bed. Confused, but in a hurry, she let it be and finished getting ready to leave early to fulfil her plans of seeing some new movies that had just hit theaters and check out some of the bigger gun shops on the other side of town. Heading out of the door, she turned to look back at the guest room, the door was still closed how she had left it, and no new notes were anywhere in the house. Shrugging to herself, she closed and locked the door behind her. Several hours and a much lighter wallet later, Anon arrived backed home from her day on the town. Walking up to the front door, she stopped mid stride. The blinds in the front window had moved, she was sure of it. Was it her rifle, or her family? She hurried to unlock and open the door letting it swing wide. But to her disappointment, there was no one there. Nothing, save for her RPK lying on the sofa and the empty plate she had made last night on a dinner tray next to it. The TV was on, and Enemy At The Gates was playing. She smiled slightly, glad that she had finally been assured that she wasn't going mad. Not to mention glad that the rifle had warmed up to showing more activity than just a random note. Speaking of, there was another note for her underneath the dinner plate. Anon picked it up and read it aloud. "Dear Anon, Thank you for dinner. Yes I can hear you when I'm in rifle form, and see you too. To explain everything would be a hassle, suffice to say, I am a waffengeist. We are a very rare thing, so much so that most people think or believe we don't exist. I've left a list of information sources at the bottom of the page for you to learn about us, easier than writing it all out. Also, sorry for not showing you my human form, I am very shy, no one has seen it before, nor have i bothered to talk with my owner before now. I prefer to talk with notes until I get comfortable enough to show my human form. Thank you for everything, Anon. Signed - RPK. P.S. - I'm a girl, in case you are wondering, nearly every waffengeist is." At the bottom was a list of books and websites containing info of these 'waffengeists' that the rifle had wrote about. Anons head was spinning from the intake of all the information, and she decided to sit down with her laptop and check the sources she was provided. It was nearly eleven p.m. before she called it a night and powered down her computer. She wrote her a brief note, left it beside her on the couch, and went to bed. And so it went for weeks on end between the two of them. Nothing in the way of communication other than handwritten notes and one sided conversations talking about how her day was or what her job was like and so on. Anon had spent most of her free time researching geists and learning about them to better prepare for what might lay in store. She would occasionally come home from work or a day out with her family to a cleaned house, or the TV on with a movie playing, or some dishes on the kitchen table with some half eaten food. It continued like this for another week, until late one Friday evening after a long day at her work. Anon pulled up to her home and came through the door of her cozy living quarters, and stopped in disbelief. Standing there was a drop dead gorgeous young woman in what looked like...gypsy clothing? She was adorn with a long dress, loose fitting and dark red, trimmed with white and blue. It came down to just above her ankles, the straps hanging lightly around her slim shoulders and the bodice that made up the torso of the dress hugging her midriff tightly. This did wonders to accentuate her ample bust. Anon couldn't help but glance at it and feel chest envy, her own large b-cups being out classed by her rifles seemingly larger c-cup breasts. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty in age, though Anon knew from her research that geists don't actually age. She was a bit taller than Anon also, standing about six feet exactly, slightly taller than Anons own five foot eight height. She had long, wavy, raven black hair down past her shoulders. She had it in a large singular braid, tied at the end with a dark red ribbon. Her eyes were a lustrous hazel, and her lighty tanned skin seemed to glow with life. Her lips, soft and full of color. She was alluring in every way, and the jaw dropping expression on Anons face cause her to laugh slightly. Her voice was soft and sweet, like a song of flowing water. "Anon, hello. I am your rifle, RPK." The woman moved over to the couch and sat down, motioning to Anon to sit beside her. "Would you like to talk, finally face to face?" "Y-yeah, that would be...nice." Anon stumbled over her words as she closed the door behind her and made her way to the sofa. Taking a seat beside her rifle she looked at her RPK with astonishment all over her face. Her heart was going to beat itself out of her curvy chest. "Wow...you look...great um, RPK." Anon could feel her face reddening from embarrassment, she didn't think of herself as bisexual, and she had never been or thought of being with a girl. But something about this beauty in front of her was so breath taking she couldn't help but gaze at her form. She had absentmindedly glance at a few girls and thought they were pretty , but none of them compare to this living Aphrodite before her. "Well thank you Anon, it is good to have an owner who knows how to treat a woman. I was very shy when you first got me, I never got cleaned by my previous owner, and I was in terrible shape when you brought me home. I was so embarrassed." The RPK looked down at her shapely feet and blushed. "But you certainly gave me a thorough cleaning afterwards." The geist looked at her owner, taking in her looks. Everything from her owners long, dark brown hair and fair skin tone, to her emerald green eyes, and slim soft lips. The RPK couldn't help but steal a glance at her owners curves, and moved her hands to rest on her lap. "You're quite beautiful yourself Anon, I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend yet," teased the geist. Anon blushed at the comment, her face flushing bright red. She had noticed the quick glance the rifle had given her chest and wondered what she thought. She moved to ensure the rifle was being too hard on herself about her state she arrived in. "Ah, well...you see, it wasn't that bad. You were actually in good shape, just a little unburnt powder and some excess oil. No big deal, uh, RPK." Anon faltered for a moment, not sure what to say next when a thought came to her. "What is your name?" The young woman smiled and looked into her deep green eyes with a soft expression and then answered her inquiry. "I don't have a name, other than my designation Aes-10b. Most geists are named by their owner, but no one knew of me until you." She paused and gave her owner a curious glance. "What would you call me hmm?" Anon was caught off guard, she hadn't planned on being put on the spot to name her. She searched her mind, ran through all the names she could think of that she'd heard in life. Nothing seemed to fit until she reached an old memory of her and her parents watching an old Disney film about a female gypsy character who befriended a hunchback. "What about Esmeralda?" Anon immediately regretted saying it. It was cheesy and simply the first name she thought of. But to her surprise, she seemed very pleased with it, blushing slightly as she sounded it out. "Esmeralda...I like it. Thank you anon!" With that, she pounced across the couch, enveloping Anon in a warm, loving embrace. She was taken by surprise and the blunt force of her tackle knocked them backward, causing them both to tumble to the floor. Esmeralda found herself sprawled out on top of Anon, and for a moment their eyes met and they held the gaze. Something stirred inside Anon, and she wasn't sure what to do about it. She simply stared in wonder at her RPKs human form, finding it impossible to look away. Her raven hair flowed downward shrouding them both in divine darkness. The woman's seductive aroma filled her lungs; she smelled of jasmine and banana and it was intoxicating to her. Anon felt her blood boiling, and soon felt a slickness between her thighs. Trying to save herself from embarrassment, Anon moved to right herself, feeling something poking her; what was that strange lump pressed against her leg? Esmeralda flushed red at the contact and rose from the floor. Anon pushed the curiosity from her mind, it being replaced by embarrassment and being glad that she didn't pop boners like guys did, and helped Esmeralda to her feet. "You really have some strength there you know? Took me by surprise a little," Anon remarked whilst trying to calm her mind to cease the growing wetness in her pants. She didn't know why she was getting so turned on, and wasn't sure how to react. Did this mean she liked girls? Her rifle interrupted her thoughts. "I'm sorry, I got carried away. It's just such a great feeling to have a name now, something I can call my own." Esmeralda held her hands clasped together in front of her, letting her blush fade and, seemingly to Anon, trying to hide something herself. Though she couldn't guess what that could be. Esmeralda kept the silence at bay by suggesting a night of celebration. "I know! We should have a little celebration, it is a special day after all. What do you say Anon, can we?" Esmeralda ended the last with faux pouty face, puffing out her full, sensual lips in a way that Anon couldn't help but say yes to, finding her expression beautiful. Anon had a pang of dread come over her. She had nothing much at the house in way of party favors, and dinner with movies didn't seem like what Esmeralda had in mind. She checked her phones clock. Nearly four hours had passed by in a blink while they had their chat. Most places were closed or closing as they spake. "Well, I'm up for it," responded Anon, "But I don't have much here, and most places are closing at this hour. What did you have in mind?" "In Romania where I was made, all you need for a good time was some alcohol, good music, and good company," Esmeralda answered. "And you have me already, so the drinks and music should be an easy remedy, no?" Anon thought quickly and checked her phone to see if there were any liquor stores open in the nearby area of her apartment. A breif Google search later and she had found one not too far away. "There's a place where I can go get some, not too far from here. What do you drink?" Anon had never drank much before. Other than sneaking a beer or bottle of wine with her friends, alcohol was unknown territory for her. "Anything really, I would sneak a drink from Bills fridge when he drank, and he usually kept a wide selection. He always figured the missing booze was drank by him and he wrote if off as not remembering for drinking too much." Esmeralda let out a chuckle that gave way to a sly smile. "He was a bit of a light weight. How about you Anon, can you hold your liquor?" Esmeralda walked over to Anon, sashaying her hips; her dressed seemed to sway around her like it had a life of it's own and it drew Anons attention to her shapely hips. She pressed her bust against Anons arm and stared at her with a wicked gleam in her eye. Not sure why, Anon felt the need to boast and reassure herself she could hold her own in drinking; it was probably the chest envy getting to her she surmised. "Of course, I drank all the time when I was with my girl friends. Drinking alcohol is like drinking water for me." Anon felt silly, and she had a twinge of fear that Esmeralda could drink her under the table without much effort. Esmeralda gave a slight chuckle and eased away from her, again clasping her hands in front of her again. "Well that's good to know then. Hurry and go get the drinks Anon, I'll see you back here soon." She turned to walk into the kitchen when Anon spoke up with an offer that made her grin ear to ear. "Well...Would you want to go with me? My truck isn't anything to brag about, but it has room enough for two. If you want to go that is, I figured you'd like to stretch your legs and get out of the house for once," Anon added, thinking that it would be a nice extra treat for Esmeralda to see the city a little after being cooped up in the small apartment for weeks on end. "I'd love that Anon," answered Esmeralda. "I've never rode in a vehicle as a passenger before. Only as someones cargo." With that they left the apartment behind and got into Anons truck. She held the door open for her, then walked around to the drivers seat and hopped in cranking the old truck and turning up the radio. To Esmeraldas amusement, Feel Like Making Love by Bad Company started playing over the speakers. With a short laugh of amusement from the RPK, they sped off to the beverage store which was just a short five minute drive. Once there, Anon and Esmeralda picked a variety of drinks, ranging from hard lemonade to beer and finally some high proof vodka, and wine. Anon paid the clerk at the counter, all while trying to ignore the curious looks the guy was giving her. "Having a ladies night in I take it?" the clerk said with a hearty laugh. Anon simply gave a shy smile and walked out to the truck where Esmeralda had put the last of the booze in the truck cab, selecting instead to sit in the middle of the seat, sliding close to Anon. She didn't mind, and Esmeralda seemed to be smiling to herself, as if she had heard a funny joke and Anon wasn't in on it. "My, by the looks the man was giving you, you'd think we were a couple," Esmeralda teased, giving a brief glance at Anon, who couldn't help but notice that Esmeraldas dress top was loose enough to stare straight down to her supple cleavage. Anon flushed red in the face and simply responded by cranking the truck and throwing it into gear while the rifle laughed to herself at her shyness. They zipped down the road back to Anon's apartment. The sight of Esmeralda's long, beautiful locks fluttering in the breeze rushing in through the rolled down window made Anon's heart skip a beat. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Back at the apartment, Anon and Esmeralda stocked the freezer with the alcohol, leaving enough out for the both of them to get their small party underway. Anon had put her phone into a speaker dock and played some classic rock for party music. Esmeralda was the first to kick it off by taking a bottle of red wine and popping the cork, chucking it playfully at Anon, it bouncing off her chin and going down the neck of her shirt into her bra. "You need me to get that Anon?" The geist teased as poured herself a glass. Anon blushed at the thought and proceeded to remove the cork from between her breasts. "You are so fun to tease Anon, have you never had a guy flirt with you before?" she teased as she poured Anon a glass of wine, taking a healthy swig of her own while handing Anon hers. "Well, not exactly to be truthful," she answered, blushing at admitting about being unsuccessful with dating. It was one of the few things she was genuinely embarrassed about, her other girl friends having been in long term committed relationships for years now. Anon blamed it on her love of guns making her seem too tomboy for most guys liking. Esmeralda sipped her wine, a frown on her face. "That's nothing to be ashamed of Anon, a beautiful girl like is quite a catch I think." With that she downed the rest of her wine in a single gulp, encouraging Anon to do the same, while filling up their second glass; this time a larger portion for them both. Anon was already feeling a bit tipsy from just two glasses of wine, and she wondered how much more she could handle before she passed the point of tipsy and stumbled into the land of drunken stupor. Another glass of wine and a couple of beers later, they were feeling the effects of the alcohol flowing through their bodies. Anon and Esmeralda had taken to sitting down at opposite ends of the kitchen table, taking shots of vodka or sips of wine and beer in turns. Anon looked up at Esmeralda to see her with flushed red cheeks and a grin on her face, a glass of wine to her lips. "What..is it Esy?" Anon stuttered, the booze trying to slur her speech. "You seem awful happy...about something." Esmeralda smiled wider and downed the last of her wine, setting in gingerly on the table. Standing up, she slowly moved over to Anon looking her in the eye, tracing her finger along the tables edge and swaying her hips as she did. "That bottled wine was good for it to be so cheap, but I think there is a much finer wine I'd like to sample though." With that she bent over, placing her hands flat on the table slightly to the side of Anon. With her blouse hanging loosely, Anon saw a peek of soft supple mounds beneath the fabric of Esmeraldas dress. "What...wine do you mean? I only bought...one bottle didn't we?" Anon questioned, not sure what Esmeralda was talking about. With a seductive grin playing across her face she leaned in closer to Anon, being mere inches from her face. "This wine, right in front of me Anon, I think it's the sweetest there is." With that she closed the distance between them and placed her soft lips upon her owners in a display of innocent love. Anon was shocked by the action and she nearly fell out of her seat. She had never even kissed someone before, not like this. Yet, she didn't pull away. Esmeralda kept the contact between their lips, bringing her hands up to the sides of Anons head and gently stroking her hair. She pulled back just slightly to gaze into her owners luminous green eyes. A deep desire for more overcame Anon, and she moved forward to kiss Esmeralda deeply, this time bringing her arms around her waist and pulling her into her lap. Esmeralda wrapped her arms around the back of Anons neck, and they kissed each other deeply, pressing their lips together hard and darting their tongues back and forth in a wave of lust. They pulled back to catch their breath, then Esmeralda leaned down and began to plant kisses on Anons ears and neck. Anon let out a gasp of ecstasy at the contact, feeling nothing so sensual or gentle in her life. Pulling down Anons shirt to expose her collar bone, Esmeralda placed gentle kisses there as well, soliciting another shuddering gasp from her. Anon responded in kind by running her hands down Esmeraldas back and giving her firm round ass a squeeze, making Esmeralda squeal in excitement. By this time Anons panties were soaked, her nipples were so hard they ached, and she craved more of the rifles seductive touch. She gently pushed Esmeralda back and stood up from the chair looking her in the eyes. "Esmeralda...follow me, please." Anon took Esmeralda by the hand and led her to her bedroom, pushing the door open and guiding her to the bed. She turned on the small lamp for illumination, and flicked off the lights, being too bright and hurting their eyes. Anon turned and looked at the rifle turned seductive mistress. She was laid back on Anons bed, sprawled out with a pillow on her lap and her gaze sweeping all over Anons body. "My my, what do you have in mind I wonder, to bring me here?" The RPK asked teasingly, knowing full well what lay in store. She moved to lay on her side, propping up on one elbow. Anon moved over to the bed and pressed Esmeralda down on her back, straddling her hips. She said nothing, and leaned down to plant kisses on the rifles lips and neck, going from her jawline, down to her collar bone, and back up to gently nip on her ear the way she had been teased by her. Esmeralda loved it, her gasps and dilated pupils keeping her from hiding her lust, not that she would have anyway. Anon pulled the loosely fitting straps of the geists dress down to expose her shoulders, and began to kiss and gently bite them to tease her. As she began to pull the dress top lower to get a look at those perky breasts that had been teasing her for so long, she felt something pressed against her thigh. Confused, and still drunk she couldn't figure out what would be in such a place, and moved to the side of Esmeralda to investigate. The rifle smiled and sat up, watching with delight and lust as her owner pulled up her dress to see what was causing the fabric to stand up. What she discovered as she pulled back the last few inches of dress had her shocked and speechless. Hanging at Esmeraldas thighs, above her now dripping wet slit was a semi erect dick the same tone as her lightly skin. Anon looked at Esmeralda, speechless and unsure of what to do. Esmeralda took the opportunity to reach down and stroke it lightly, grasping it and pointing it toward Anon. "Have you never seen one of these in person before? Bi-pods are a common thing on light machine guns," Esmeralda stated, as she moved her hand down to slip a finger between her other lips. "Don't just sit there, suck it Anon." Anons eyes widened at the idea, she had never done anything like it before, and esmeraldas appendage was larger than even her vibrator she kept in her 'things' box. "Esy, I..I don't think I can." Anon began to protest. She'd never tried to deep throat her vibrator before, and she didn't think she could do what Esmeralda asked of her. "Don't worry Anon, it won't taste like cosmoline or anything, just try it." Esmeralda leaned forward, grabbed the back of Anons head, and shoved downward, causing Anon to take nearly the full length into her throat. "Sh-shit...that is great! I never knew this would feel so good!" Esmeralda marveled as Anon tried to free herself from her grasp. "You never know until you try Anon." She held Anon there for a few more seconds before taking her hand away and letting her up, the feeling of her member exiting her throat causing her to shiver. Anon coughed and wiped the strings of saliva from her mouth. She couldn't believe what Esmeralda had just done. Forcing her to not only put it in her mouth, but deep throat it on the first go was too much. She was suffocated and it made her eyes water with the urgency to need to breathe again. "Don't just shoved it down my throat like that Esmeralda! You could've chocked me." Anon went to move away from Esmeralda when the rifle reached out and gently grasped her hand. "I'm sorry Anon, I got carried away. It's the booze," Esmeralda explained as she reached down to stroke herself. Then getting an idea, she spoke up. "Here, let me make it up to you." She pulled Anon back to her, prompting her to raise her arms, sliding off the shirt and unclasping the bra she was wearing. Gazing in lustful bliss at her owners ample breasts, she ran her finger down her slit, then proceeded to cup Anons breasts and knead them, taking handfuls. She leaned closer and took one of Anons swollen hard nipples into her mouth and sucked gently at first, then harder until Anon had to push her away; she then did the same with her other nipple making Anon moan with passion. "I think you're ready by now Anon," Esmeralda stated, pushing Anon on her back and unfastening the button on her fly, proceeding to pull down Anons pants past her plump ass. She continued to do so until they were completely removed from her and tossed them to the floor. Esmeralda followed suit and stood on the bed, pushing her shoulder straps to the sides and allowing the loose fitting dress to fall from her body. Anon looked on at Esmeralda, lust, burning passion, and a primal desire for sex pulsing throughout her body, ending at the tip of her throbbing clit. "What...are you going to do?" Anon asked, a bit of apprehension creeping into her voice. She stared up at Esmeralda standing there on her bed; her perky breasts, her shapely hips, and her sizeable member, now fully erect and throbbing making her womanhood ache. "Mmm, I think you know Anon," Esmeralda cooed as she lightly stroked up and down her length. "Come here and take it in your mouth again, I promise not to be rough with you this time." Anon, unable to control her carnal desires, moved over to Esmeralda on her hands and knees, moving up to brace her hands on the rifles curvy hips. She looked up at her loving geist once more, then slowly began to take it inside her mouth. She moved forward slowly at first taking little more than the soft swollen tip in, then getting braver she moved past it, forcing more of the shaft into the back of her throat. Esmeralda squealed with ecstasy at the feeling of Anons hot wet mouth taking her throbbing length. He pushed forward slightly, making Anon take it deeper, causing her to gag slightly. "Oh fuck Anon! That's amazing, I love it so much." Esmeralda felt her wetness running down her thigh, and she ran a finger along its path bringing it to her mouth and tasting herself. Anon took another inch or two into her throat before it was too much for her, and pulled back, letting Esmeraldas shaft slide out of her throat with an audible pop. Strings of saliva still clung to her member and Anons chin and Esmeralda found the sight deeply erotic. "Look up at me Anon," ordered the geist, taking the thing strings of saliva onto her hands and running them up and down the length of her rod. Anon turned her emerald eyes up towards her rifle and slipped a hand into her panties, rubbing circles around her clit. "I didn't say you could do that, did I Anon?" Esmeralda took a step forward towards Anon. "N-no, you didn't," answered Anon timidly, getting more aroused at how dominant the rifle was becoming. "Lay on your back, and take your panties off, slowly." Anon did as she was told, moving to lay on her back, and slowly, seductively slipping her panties past her rump, below her knees, and around her ankles until they were clear of her legs. She let them drop to the floor. "Good, now spread wide Anon," Esmeralda ordered as she knelt down between Anons thighs. Anon again complied, her drenched slit burning and longing for stimulation. She watched in pure ecstasy as Esmeralda dipped her head and pressed her smooth moist tongue the the folds of her lips. She ran her tongue from the bottom of her opening to the very top, ending at her clit and giving it a sensual kiss before taking it into her mouth and sucking it. "Oh shit Esy!" Anon screamed as her rifle explored her with her tongue. She licked up and down her slit, prodding the opening with her tongue and sucking Anons clit until she was gasping for air. She was overflowing with her wetness, and Esmeralda pushed her even further by slipping a finger insider her owner and teasing her g-spot, pressing on it then making a come here motion. Anon was bucking her hips, being on the verge of orgasm. Esmeralda pulled away and brought her finger to her mouth, tasting her owner again. "I can't hold back anymore Anon, I'm about to put it in. But first, I've got a kinky idea." Esmeralda moved off the bed and walked over to the other end of the room. Anon had butterflies in her stomach as she watched her RPK stoop and reach into that cardboard box and withdraw her vibrator. "I heard you every time you used this on yourself you know?" Esmeralda cooed as she moved back towards the bed. "I wonder how it would feel buried in my magwell, hmm?" The geist dropped to her knees between Anons thighs, pressing the tip of the vibrator to her dripping slit. She looked Anon straight in the eye, then shoved the full eight inches inside her, clicking it on as she did. She bucked her hips at the sensation of being filled up and started pumping her length. Anon was pushed to the limit of her lust. She stood up and shoved Esmeralda hard onto her back, making the bed frame squeak slightly in protest. Straddling Esmeraldas stomach facing away from her, Anon reached between Esmeraldas legs and grasped the end of the toy. Slowly sliding it out, she took hold of the geists throbbing hot flesh and stroked it lightly from the base to the tip. "Oh shit Anon, that feels soooo good! Please don't stop, I beg you." Esmeralda cupped her breasts, massaging them and brushing her thumb across her nipples. Anon stopped moving her hands, just long enough to get the RPKs attention. She looked over her should, down at Esmeralda, making sure she had her full attention, before flicking the vibrator to the highest power and slamming in back deep inside her while rapidly pumping her thick fleshy rod up and down. "Shit! Shit!....Shit!" the geist screamed and bucked, writhing in pure blissful ecstasy as her owner ravaged her body. "I can't take it anymore, please let me put it in!" "As you wish Esy," replied Anon, leaving the vibrator inside her and turning around to straddle her hips. She raised up, letting the head of Esmeraldas member tease her opening. Finally after teasing her for what seemed like an eternity, Anon sat down completely on the rifles shaft, impaling herself with a moan. "Oh...shit Esy! It went all the way in!" Anon sighed. Esmeraldas only response was to grab Anons hips and shove upward, pounding her with furious, powerful thrust. The smacking sounds of their thighs hitting against each other, and Anons moans and whimpers pushing her to the edge. Esmeralda moved her right hand down and grabbed Anons plump young rear, giving it a squeeze before smacking it and making it jiggle to her delight. "C'mon Esy, pound me! Flood me with it, I know you can't hold back much longer! Just do it, cum inside me and fill me up!" Anon screamed as she rode Esmeralda, rocking her hips and bouncing up and her, her plump butt smacking against the rifles thighs. "S-so close Anon! I'm nearly there!" Esmeralda thrust as hard and deep as she could, feeling her shaft swell and tingle. She was about to go over the edge, and she was being driven mad by it. Anon reached behind her and pistoned the vibrator in and out of Esmeraldas soaked, sensual opening and moaning as loud as she could. She wanted to make Esmeralda cum, she needed her to cum inside her and flood her womb with her load. She leaned down, her face less than an inch from her lovers, still rocking her hips and bucking. "I love you Esmeralda," She cooed in her her. With that, Esmeralda was pushed over the edge. A massive orgasm ripped through her body, and she moaned and wailed in ecstasy and bliss. Huge, thick ropes of cum rocketed from her pulsing shaft, filling Anon to the limit, the excess overflowing from her opening and gushing out. Anon fell forward on top of Esmeralda and writhed in lust, her intimate cravings satisfied as she had her own orgasm. Her womanhood contracting and gripping Esmeraldas length, milking it dry of every last drop. She finally lay still atop her lover, panting heavily while their sweat and fluids mingled together. After catching a breath, Anon gently dismounted her rifle, and lay at her side. "I love you too, Anon." Esmeralda whispered lovingly, staring into her owners eyes. They lay that way for sometime before Anon sat up and grinned, pointing to the sheets. "I think we should wash these and put some new ones on before bed, don't you think?" Anon said jokingly. "But first lets get a shower, I need to clean up after all that hehe." "Last one in is the little spoon tonight!" Esmeralda screamed as she bounded towards the bathroom, Anon right behind her.