by Scott, Ada
I walked past the cubicles where cops and admin staff did their paperwork. It was all but abandoned now, with the light only shining over one cubical in the far corner that I couldn’t see into.
After walking along the edge of the cube-farm, I came to a security door that was locked. Sheriff Poppleton came up close behind me and pressed the stun gun into the small of my back as he leaned forward and pressed a card against a card reader.
The door clicked and I pushed it open, finding myself in the front reception area of the station. To the left was the front counter and directly in front of me were the doors leading to the outside world still wrapped up in the darkness of night.
“Go on, they’re unlocked. Have a nice life and don’t let me see you around here again.”
I stepped forward without looking back, and then out into the sleeping town of Shippensburg. It was eerie how quiet the town was after the cacophony of violence I’d just been through.
It felt like I’d been walking for hours when I found myself in front of my own home. The sky in the east was a vaguely lighter shade of black than everywhere else, but this wasn’t my home, not anymore. Not if I didn’t want to get thrown in jail and have my dad lose everything he had left.
A shape moved on the front porch and I heard Chopper yawning and stretching before he padded across the lawn in my direction.
“C’mon, Chop.” I jerked my head over my shoulder and winced, but Chopper didn’t jump the fence. Too early in the morning for that, I supposed. I opened the gate, which made a sound much like the holding cell door, only weaker, and Chopper came out to nuzzle my hand.
A chill was starting to work its way into me even stopping for such a brief time, but I couldn’t help but look over the house one last time, wondering if I’d ever see it again, and the man who lived inside it. Was my leaving enough to save the house? What little my dad had left?
“Let’s go, boy.”
I turned and walked away, and Chopper padded at my side blissfully ignorant of the story behind our new adventure. It took supreme willpower to not look back, willpower that broke just once when I stopped and glanced over my shoulder.
In the distance, the porch light was on at my dad’s house. I could barely make out the vague silhouette of a man standing there.
A sudden whimper forced its way out of me, which Chopper echoed in his own way. I hoped my dad would be OK. I hoped this would hurt him the least.
I turned away again and kept on walking until the sun was high in the sky. Life would have been easier if I could have caught a lift, but nobody wanted to pick up a guy who looked like he got the shit kicked out of him travelling with a giant Rottweiler.
Eventually I settled down for some rest on some hay bales from countless seasons ago inside an abandoned shack in the middle of a field. In my dreams I was haunted by the silhouette of my dad, which never got any closer no matter how much I ran towards him.
Making Up For Lost Time
Hazel - After
Jeff’s story took me through an incandescent rainbow of emotions. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to pick my jaw up off the floor once he stopped talking.
If it was all true, James had done so much more than hit and grope me as he saw fit. He had stolen years of my life. My daughter was four years old and didn’t know her father because of him. How could somebody be so evil? Even somebody as slimy as James.
My father, Sheriff Poppleton and, hell, the whole damn town played their part, as if my life was one of my mother’s dollhouses, a toy to be placed on the correct shelf, always set up the way other people saw fit and it better fucking well look prim and proper and…
“Rrrraaaahhh!” I screamed, as anger rose to prominence out of that incandescent rainbow, seeking someone, something, anything, to blast with its heat. My eyes fixed on Jeff.
Chopper’s ears twitched and he cocked his head to the side after lifting it from his paws.
I stood and my chair scraped across the kitchen floor behind me. “Why didn’t you trust me?”
“I was scared out of my mind,” said Jeff.
“You were scared? I was pregnant and all alone, you wanna talk about scared? Five years of dreading opening my front door in case James was there, you wanna talk about scared?”
Tears blurred my vision as I dashed across the kitchen at him and pounded on his chest with my fists. Jeff dropped a dish in a rush to catch his balance, it had to be almost hard enough to break it, but instead it rolled around its rim on the spot for a few seconds before coming to a vibrating halt.
Jeff struggled to catch my wrists while Chopper whined and walked over to us, as if unsure of who he was supposed to protect. He jumped up and tried to lick our faces, but only added claws and slobber to the slap fight I’d begun.
“I fucking loved you!” I yelled.
Jeff finally caught my wrists and swung me around so my back hit the fridge, sending a couple magnets scattering to the floor. Chopper looked like he desperately wanted to sniff them, but he kept on jumping up at us.
“I loved you too. I still love you. I’ll always love you.”
He was so close to me, speaking words that I’d only dreamed of for more than a thousand lonely nights, waking up crying because they weren’t real. His body was only an inch away, the heat of him as inescapable as his grip.
“Let me go!” I growled and squirmed.
“Are you going to stop hitting me?”
“Let me go!”
“Are you-”
I thrust myself upwards on the tips of my toes and kissed him like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. Maybe if I didn’t get five years’ worth of kisses all at once I would die where I stood.
The instant our lips touched, I felt better, as if the pressure inside me threatening to tear me apart was somehow lessened, and I eagerly sought more of that relief.
After a brief moment of surprise, Jeff kissed me back, but kept a hold of my arms, pushing them against the fridge as his body pressed into me. I relaxed everything that wasn’t required to keep me reaching up to kiss him, surrendering myself to his gentle but unquestionable control.
Jeff’s knee pushed between my legs so I was straddling his thigh, my skirt pushing up, and I was hyper-aware that there was only a couple thin layers of material between my pussy and his bare skin. He broke off the kiss and I panted to catch my breath as he let go of my arms, keeping me pinned against the fridge.
A whirlwind of emotion roiled inside of me as I gazed up into his eyes. The relief of feeling his lips on me after all these years, the resentment that he’d left in the first place, the anger at the injustice, and the dangerous little spark of hope that might set off any one of a thousand of these emotional powder kegs.
“I missed you,” I choked out.
“Oh, babe. I thought about you every day.” Jeff cradled my face with his big hands.
I reached up and grabbed my own wrist behind his neck. Between my arms and his thigh, there was little weight on my feet anymore.
“I couldn’t stop loving you, even when I hated you,” I said.
Jeff leaned down and kissed me again, and I heard Chopper grumbling in frustration as he trotted out of the room. Even the tap of his paws on the ground seemed to say, “You people are crazy.”
I turned my head, breaking off the kiss, to watch the big rottweiler leave. “Alone at last,” I said.
“Not alone anymore,” Jeff corrected me and brought his hands under my ass to lift me completely off the ground.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and nuzzled my face against his neck, smelling his cologne mixed in with the scents of his masculine musk and a hint of the food he’d prepared earlier. In this position, the whole world was blocked out and I felt like I was floating in a dream as Jeff carried me out of the kitchen.
With my eyes hidden, I saw with my memory, feeling the turns he took to bring us to his old bedroom. Jeff laid me down on his bed and I shuffled back to make room for him on the single mattress.
/> We were only separated for a couple of seconds, but I hated to be apart from him, as if he might slip away for another five years at any moment. I needed his touch, not just for that reassurance, but because, dammit, I needed to be touched by strong hands being gentle, strong hands that would never hurt me.
“Touch me… everywhere,” I said as Jeff moved himself over me again, his hips pushing at my inner thighs.
“Fuck yes, Hazel.”
His hands cradled my head again as his pelvis pressed against the crotch of my panties, and he kissed me hard, almost hard enough to draw my soul out from my mouth. I whimpered when our lips parted, and his hands slid down the sides of my neck, over the straps of my tank top and down until he squeezed my breasts.
I arched my back up into him, my chest entirely covered under his palms. He pushed my breasts together as much as my clothing would allow and then released them to continue reacquainting himself with my body.
Jeff’s fingers traced down the sides of my navel, tickling me enough through the thin fabric to make me squirm, until he reached under my skirt and ran his hands up the backs of my thighs and his fingers slipped into my panties to cup my ass. With his hands down there, his weight came forward and he buried his face against my neck much like I had when he carried me.
I writhed underneath him, his stubble against my skin tickled me even more pleasurably than his fingers had moments earlier. Jeff squeezed my ass, pulling me against a hardening bulge in his pants.
“Holy fuck, you feel good Hazel,” he whispered in my ear.
“More.” I lifted my chin and pulled his head against me to feel that prickly temptation again.
Jeff didn’t disappoint, adding kisses to the mix as he tantalized me with his touch on my sensitive skin.
“I want you so bad, Hazel.”
“Yes… yes…” I breathed.
Jeff pulled himself up on to his knees, with my legs still draped over the top of his thighs, and delicately grabbed the bottom of my shirt. He lifted it up agonizingly slowly as if he was unwrapping a Christmas present and wanted to savor every moment of exposing the gift he was receiving.
His eyes devoured me, brought back the memories of all the times we were together before, when I gave myself to him and felt like the most treasured girl in the world. It was heaven to feel that again.
My shirt reached the bottom of my bra and I arched my back again to let him lift it higher, then raised my arms over my head to let him remove it completely. Jeff freed my hair from the garment, but twisted the material to loosely trap my arms as they were as he brought himself down to kiss me again.
It was torture to not be able to embrace him, but I felt a distinct wetness between my legs and his grip couldn’t stop me from grinding myself against his cock. I bit my lip innocently when he pulled back, obviously concentrating on the way it felt to have me so close to his hard but trapped shaft in his pants.
Yet, being so much taller than me, he was able to keep his control of my arms and move his pelvis away from mine, leaning down to lick and suck at my neck and plant kisses on the small swells of my breasts, bulging out slightly over the top of my bra.
I pulled weakly against my restraints, pushing my breasts into his kisses, and sighed contentedly as his tongue teased my flesh. With his lips roaming the edge of the lacy material like a fox searching for a break in the chicken-wire, he released my shirt to reach behind my back for the clasp of my bra.
The straps and underwire loosened all at once and the corners of my mouth raised a little in response to the relief. Jeff lifted my bra up and soon it was part of the tangle with my shirt above my head.
My nipples were already stiff, but when he started kissing and licking all around them, they became almost painfully hard. His tongue touched my little pink areola and I could feel his breath on me a moment before he sucked the sensitive tip into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it quickly, making me gasp and twitch, disentangling my hands from my clothes so I could pull his head against me.
Jeff paid the same loving attention to my other breast before leaning back and massaging away the last of the discomfort from my bra. “I’ve wanted to have my hands on you for so long. How are you so perfect?”
I shrugged and grabbed his hands, pulling him back down on top of me. “I do what I can.”
His pelvis made contact with my now-soaked panties again and I bit my lip, letting out a quick moan before I kissed him and started working on the buttons of his shirt.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Jeff left just enough room between us for me to go about my important work. Once undone, I slipped my hands inside to caress his inked muscles, running my fingers over his abs like I was playing a human xylophone.
Both hands reached into the waistband of his jeans, grabbing him by the pants and belt, pulling him against me even harder before I wrapped my legs around him. I extended my fingers again and felt the tip of his hot hard cock, the only one I’d ever felt, the only one I ever wanted.
The instant my fingers brushed it, a pulse of pleasure in my clit made me gasp, but I was cut off by a kiss from Jeff that stole my breath away. I tentatively ran my fingers over what small portion of his manhood I could, marveling at how it felt to touch a man again.
Reluctantly, I retracted my hands to work on his belt buckle, quickly undoing it with a metallic clang before Jeff rose up again and unwrapped my legs from around his waist before standing. As he shrugged off his shirt and removed his pants, I looked on with a kind of lust I had thought must have been dead and buried deep in my subconsciousness by now.
Jeff’s stiff rod stood up straight and hard, the tip glistening with some of the pre-cum my fingertips had smeared around. It was absolutely hypnotic.
I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and grasped his rigid shaft with both hands. Another pulse of pleasurable electricity shot between my legs and I squeezed my thighs together in response.
A fluttering ball of excitement was tickling my stomach, energized by each pulse from between my legs. Gently, I drew him closer, until I could lick the underside of his cock from where it was exposed above my double-handed grip, all the way to the tip.
The head swelled when I licked it and Jeff sucked air in through his teeth. I looked up at him with the devil in my eyes, lightly circling the tip with my tongue.
Jeff wasn’t about to submit himself to my teasing for very long. One of his hands enveloped mine and the other grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head.
He used his grips to aim his cock at my mouth, circling once to smear pre-cum all over them before pushing forward. I resisted for a moment, my lips distorted into a cock-induced sneer, before relenting and letting his pure manhood slide over my tongue.
The taste of him, all man, filled my world the same as his cock filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight around his shaft as I let my tongue explore for a moment, reacquainting myself with an old friend. Smooth, like I remembered, with bumps and veins that seemed to be made to drive my pussy wild with exquisite pleasure.
With a gentle but firm prompt from the hand gripping my hair, I started bobbing my head up and down on the tip of his cock, gradually working it deeper as I got used to it again. I ground my ass against the bed when I locked eyes with him, desperate for some stimulation of my pussy. The look on his face filled me with a divinely feminine power, like I held his universe in the balance and could send him to heaven or cast him into purgatory at my whim.
Although that may very well have been true, he held the same power over me, and this was a battle we could both win. The more I pleasured him, the more I needed to feel him inside me, I needed to submit to his power.
“Good girl,” he murmured, perhaps sensing my submission.
When my lips met our hands, grasping his shaft, the tip brushed the back of my throat, and I coughed a little, pulled back and tried again, this time holding him there at the entrance to my throat as I gazed up into those green eyes of his. I held him there, swirling my tongue
around, until I ran out of oxygen and pulled back.
I panted for air, my heart beating hard enough that it made my breath shaky. Jeff gently guided me back until I was laying down again and cupped my sex with his hand, feeling the heat and the wetness through my panties.
“Mmmm, I remember this,” he said.
My pussy felt like it was on a hair-trigger as the slick material of my underwear slid against my folds, feeling like there was nothing at all between us. Then Jeff’s fingers slipped under the waistband and there was nothing between us. What a difference that made.
“Oh my gosh!” I squealed as his fingers slid over my clit before probing my labia, coating themselves in my slippery juices, and returning.
Jeff’s free hand held me down as I squirmed under his masterful touch, each rub and flick of his finger playing its part in building up that fluttery ball in my stomach. Stroke by stroke he played me like a master.
I squirmed and writhed, but there was no escape from what he was doing to me. My panties were a soaked mess, not to mention my skirt and maybe his sheets, when Jeff finally moved to take my underwear off.
He gripped the sodden white garment at the elastic waistband and pulled down as I undid the zip at the side of my skirt. I brought my legs together and pointed my toes as Jeff removed my last two articles of clothing.
As he cast my clothes aside, I held my knees together for a second, then parted my legs to expose myself to a man for the first time in five years. Jeff had seen it all before, but it wasn’t until I saw the burning hunger in his eyes that I knew nothing had changed, he still wanted me.
Jeff lowered himself to the bed, but didn’t move on top of me, instead he bowed his head between my legs and planted a kiss just to the right of my slit, his stubble making a tingly sensation on my labia.
“Oh, babe…” I breathed.
Jeff kissed all around my pussy, always one step ahead of my last second twitch trying to get his lips to land on my eager sex. When he finally put me out of my misery, I threw my head back and moaned, bringing my hand instinctively to my mouth to muffle myself.
