For a second, I felt silly having hidden weapons all around. Then, I remembered the beer bottle.
31 Owen
My heart fluttered when Carla opened the door. She was even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. She jumped forward and threw her arms around my neck.
I pushed her away. Her eyes were wide in confusion. It pained me to think that I’d hurt her feelings, so I quickly asked, “What’s with the knife?”
She looked at the knife she clutched, as if she’d forgotten she held it. She led me into the living room. We sat on the couch as usual and she told me about the beer bottle. She quickly told me about studying self-defense and hiding weapons around the house. I know she was trying to make me feel better, and it did to a point. I felt better knowing she was smart enough to know she needed to do something to protect her and the kids. I felt better knowing that she had acted so quickly. I did not feel better about her living next door to Bernie, though. There was nothing she could do to make me feel better about that.
Except move. I didn’t want her to move.
I tried to act as if I wasn’t too worried about Bernie. I didn’t want to upset her any more than he already had. But in the back of my mind, I was already figuring out what I was going to do about this situation.
While she poured us each a glass of wine, I made my decision. I was going to confront Bernie tomorrow. I wasn’t going to allow him to torment her this way.
Over wine, I told her about the day at Jenson’s. It made her happy to hear that Jenson was nothing more than what he appeared to be. He was just a lonely old man. It made her even happier to know that he was doing so much good for the less fortunate. She admitted that she felt bad for thinking he had anything to do with any of the bad things that had happened. She’d never judged someone before like that, and would be more careful about doing so in the future. I assured her that she’d done nothing wrong.
We talked a little about the three deaths on the street, but before we got too deep into that conversation, her lips were pressed against mine.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said breathlessly.
She led me upstairs and into her bedroom. I was just as eager as she was, but I didn’t want to seem pushy. I let her lead and pretty soon, it was me who couldn’t wait any longer.
She made love to me as if it were the last time. It crossed my mind that maybe she was afraid it would be the last time. Maybe she had hid her real fear from me just as I had hid mine from her. I hadn’t wanted her to worry any more than she was. What if she’d done the same for me?
I pushed that thought aside and put everything I had into making love to her. After all, in the unfortunate event that she was right, I wanted it to be the most magnificent moment of her life. The moment that would make all other moments seem dull in comparison.
Just in case.
32 Bernie
I dressed in my bar clothes again, taking care to not get my dick caught in the zipper when I fastened my jeans. It was aching severely now. But that was okay. I was getting ready to take care of it. Finally.
I couldn’t remember a time when my dick had hurt this much. In fact, I didn’t think there had ever been a time at all. Usually, I’d either banged someone or did myself by now and got rid of the hard-on. But this one had been with me a couple of days. I was beginning to think maybe I should’ve taken care of it before now. What if it hurt to do her? It didn’t matter. I’d push through the pain. I wasn’t about to blow my chance of banging the broad because my dick hurt. No way. She was going to get it no matter how much it hurt me. Besides, surely once I slipped it to her, the pain would go away.
Now I was worrying that maybe I’d blow my load too soon. What if that happened? What if as soon as I stuck it in her, I came? That would piss me off. I just had to make sure that didn’t happen. Of course, it had happened to me before. But I wouldn’t let it happen this time. No way. Not with this broad. I’d waited too damn long and suffered too damn much to let it end like that. Nope. I was going to have her and it was going to be good.
I’d been thinking of doing this all day. I’d barely slept this evening. I knew I was going to need my strength, so I’d downed a few cold ones and forced myself to go to sleep. Not touching myself had been more of a challenge than falling asleep.
I had no deodorant. I should’ve showered, but hadn’t. I didn’t care. I wasn’t really trying to impress that broad any more. She was throwing hints and signals to every dick on the street, so clearly she didn’t need to be impressed. She’d take it the way it was. Again and again. And she’d like it. She’d beg me for more. And I’d give it to her. I’d waited so long now I could probably give it to her all night long. She’d be begging me to stop before it was over.
I smiled at that. The thought of giving it to her until she begged for mercy made my already engorged manhood ache.
I had to hurry. I couldn’t take much more waiting.
I looked out the front door toward Owen’s house. I hadn’t seen him all day. Maybe he was gone. Or sleeping.
I went into the kitchen and guzzled a few beers from the fridge. I belched as much as I could before leaving my house via the back door. I didn’t want to belch as I was sneaking into her room and let her know I was coming. I wanted it to be a total surprise when I grabbed her and pulled her against me.
Taking a flathead screwdriver from a kitchen drawer, I slipped out my back door and across the lawn. There was no fence separating our yards, so I didn’t need to hop anything. Thank god. I wasn’t in shape at all, unless my protruding belly counted. Had there been a fence or any other obstacle, I would’ve taken the sidewalk right up to her front door.
I walked cautiously to the back door and tried the knob, already knowing it would be locked. I was giving her what she wanted; I was working for it.
I used the screwdriver to pop open the lock. Had the door been new, this wouldn’t have worked. But it was old and the wood gave way easily under the pressure of the screwdriver. It was like it was meant to be.
33 Carla
I lay in Owen’s arms, unable to imagine that there was anywhere else I’d rather be. I was warm. I was safe. And for the time being, I was physically satisfied.
He agreed to stay with me until morning. We had devised a plan that would put him out of the house before the kids saw him. I didn’t think they’d mind him being here in the morning, but I didn’t want to damage them psychologically in any way or ruin their relationship with Owen just as it was starting.
My head rested on his chest, my fingers making slow circles on his belly.
I slid my leg up and over his and remembered that we were both still naked. Aware of this fact, it made me want him again. And I’d have him again before morning. But now, I just needed a little rest. A nap, perhaps to regain some strength.
I exerted a lot of energy with him. Maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d been with anyone. Maybe it was because I was so attracted to him. Not just physically, but in every way. Or maybe it was just that I wanted him so badly. Whatever the reason, I’d put everything I had into our lovemaking, just as I had the last time. I needed a little rest.
I closed my eyes as he stroked my shoulder softly. It wouldn’t be hard to succumb to sleep listening to his heartbeat, his rhythmic breathing...
34 Bernie
I smelled her. The whole house smelled like her. I was wrong. It wasn’t flowery, as I’d assumed it would be. It was more of a sweet scent.
I slowly walked around, looking at her things. She had pictures of her brats hanging on the walls and sitting on tables here and there. Little bastards. I would make it a point to see that they ended up with their dad, wherever the hell he was. He probably couldn’t stand the little bastards, either and had taken off. Who could blame him?
I went into the laundry room and dug through dirty clothes until I found a pair of lacy panties. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face any more than I could stop the twinge of exci
tement in my gut or the throb in my pants.
I slowly brought the panties to my nose, closed my eyes, and sniffed.
The smell of her juices sent my heart pounding and my dick throbbing harder than ever. So hard, in fact, it was nearly intolerable.
I reached down and carefully unzipped my jeans. I reached in and pulled it out, which eased the ache, but didn’t get rid of it. When I touched it, I had to fight the urge to do more than just free it from my pants. I had been waiting so long for her. The combination of the wait and the smell of her panties made the temptation almost impossible to resist.
I rubbed the panties on my dick. If I kept on, I’d shoot my wad right here in the laundry room. I had to stop. I waited too long just to get off on a pair of panties, especially when the real thing was so close.
She was right upstairs. In just a minute, I’d have her.
Unable to delay my gratification any longer, I put her panties in my pocket and headed upstairs.
35 Carla
I dreamt of Owen making love to me. It was a vivid dream, and so unlike the way it really was with him. He slid his rough hands down my body and firmly squeezed my buttocks, nearly causing me pain. I liked the squeezing at first, but then it became too rough. Then, he slid his hand in between my legs and his fingers found their way inside me. They wiggled around in a way that was far more pain than pleasure.
I moaned, and then I realized it was unlike Owen in every way. Owen never squeezed anything on my body hard enough to cause me pain. And his hands weren’t rough. His fingers weren’t short and stubby, either.
It was a very real dream. So real, in fact, I became aware that it was a little too real. I slowly opened my eyes, but in the dark, it took them a long time to focus.
“Owen, stop,” I mumbled, moving around a little.
Owen, having dozed off himself, asked in a sleepy voice, “Stop what?”
“Squeezing me. It hurts when you do that. And get your hand out of there.”
Then, I realized that Owen still had one hand on my shoulder, rubbing it lightly again now that he was awake. The other hand was under mine, lying on his chest. It took a second for me to process what was happening. As soon as I realized it, my vision cleared. I became aware of everything at once in perfect clarity.
I felt Owen tense.
36 Bernie
That bitch! I went through the trouble of sneaking into the house and up the stairs only to find her slutty ass in bed with Owen, her twat no doubt dripping with his gunk. I was furious!
I stood there beside her bed, thinking of what I was going to do now. I’d waited so long for this and that damn Owen was in my spot, where I should be.
I tried to calm down and think about the situation. I could feel the blood in my cheeks from the rage I was feeling toward him. I struggled not to give myself away by letting my temper get the best of me. I forced myself to calm down by ignoring Owen and concentrating on the broad.
I’d have to deal with Owen’s ass later. But I’d waited a long time for this, and I would not be denied.
I looked down at my red and swollen aching dick. I was in physical pain. There was no way I could leave here without some sort of satisfaction.
I looked at her lying there, naked from the waist up. I had no doubt she was naked below the waist as well, though the sheet draped across her left me guessing. The thought of being so close to her while she was so vulnerable made my heart pound in my chest.
She was on her left side, pressed against him. This made what I was about to do very difficult. But if I was careful, it would work. It had to work. I couldn’t leave here with this hard-on.
I walked quietly around the bed. I knew I wouldn't have much time before I’d have to deal with Owen, no matter how quiet I was. I wanted her more than ever. It was probably because the smell of sex was thick in the air, reminding me of the smell of her panties. The physical pain caused by my want for her grew more intense by the second. So did my hatred for Owen.
My heart pounded. Beads of sweat appeared on my neck and forehead. My hands trembled slightly. I wasn't scared so much as I was excited. I was so close to touching her...I almost couldn't stand it. I wanted to throw the sheet off of her, roll her over, and do bad things to her. Very bad things. But I had to be calm. I wanted to do as much to her as I could before that damn Owen woke up.
And I had no doubt that he would wake up and ruin everything for me. But with any luck, I wouldn’t walk away without getting something.
I carefully pulled at the sheet that was covering the broad, and slid it slowly down her body, until everything from her knees up was exposed.
I swallowed hard. Staring at her naked body, I saw that it was even better than I’d imagined. The only light in the room was what came in through the window from a streetlight, but it was more than enough for me to see that her body was nearly flawless. Not that it mattered much to me. I wanted her no matter what. And I would have her. It was so close now.
I put my hand lightly to her skin. I wanted desperately to squeeze her tits, but they were hidden from me in the position she was lying. I slid my hand down her side to her ass. I grabbed a handful and squeezed. The feel of her plump cheek in my hand made me want more.
My heart banged in my chest now, and it was an absolute fight to keep my breathing under control. A few beads of sweat dripped off the tip of my nose and fell to the bed. Luckily, they landed on covers and not on the broad.
I put my knees against the side of the bed and my left hand on the wall to steady myself as I leaned farther over the bed. I reluctantly let go of her ass with my right hand and put it between her legs. Her right leg was thrown across Owen, making it easy for me to get to her crotch from the back.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass as I felt my way around her crotch. When I felt her warmth, I nearly lost all control of myself. I shuddered and froze, determined not to have an orgasm this way. Not yet. I hadn’t waited this long and suffered this much to finish like this.
I shoved my fingers inside her as deep as I could. I wasn’t gentle in any way. I wanted to be stealthy to prolong this adventure without waking either of them, but it had gotten me so hot, I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even care anymore if that damn Owen woke up. An animal urge was building in me and I wasn’t sure I could control it. I didn’t really care. All I cared about was what I wanted. And what I wanted was the broad.
I wiggled my fingers around inside her, feeling her warm and sticky juices. She moaned.
Suddenly, my knees buckled. I lurched forward, my hand dropping from the wall to the bed, landing on a pillow. I made a fist, crushing the pillow in my hand.
I gasped.
I released my death grip on the pillow and clutched my dick. I didn’t have to do much. Just a squeeze or two.
I gasped again, louder this time, not caring that I would be heard.
I wiggled my fingers harder as my aching boner finally exploded. It seemed to last forever. I had saved this for her. I couldn’t remember a time when it felt this good to blow my load. It was probably because I’d waited too damn long.
I was dizzy. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the moment and waiting for the dizziness to pass.
A combination of my sweat and cum soaked into her bed covers now. I looked down at it, trying to focus my eyes. My breathing came and went in raspy huffs.
I became aware now that my fingers weren’t inside her any more. Instead, they lay on the bed, wet with the combination of her and Owen’s juices.
I smiled.
I looked up just in time to see Owen swing a golf club at my head.
37 Carla
I pressed myself as tightly as possible against the headboard. I covered myself with my arms as much as I could and watched as Owen hit Bernie in the head with the golf club.
Bernie, distracted by the disgusting sight of his hand lying on the bed, didn’t see it coming in time to defend himself in any way. The club connected solidly with a thud, and Bernie fell onto the be
d, landing in the mess he’d just made. I pulled my legs closer to my chest to avoid being crushed by him.
Owen cussed at Bernie furiously. Seeing that he was unconscious, Owen saw his opportunity. He jerked on his jeans and shoes while asking me if I was okay.
I nodded, though I was pretty sure I wasn’t okay. Not emotionally or psychologically anyway. I’d have to deal with that later, after Bernie was gone.
Owen began dragging Bernie through the house.
As soon as they were out of the room, I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. I jumped into a hot shower, scrubbing myself again and again, especially where Bernie had touched me.
Leaving the water running, I got out of the shower and rifled through the cabinets until I found what I was looking for. I needed this. If I was ever going feel clean inside again, I had to douche.
Through tears that seemed endless, I did everything I could to make myself feel as clean as possible. I knew I’d never erase the feeling of Bernie’s fat, stubby, filthy fingers in me, but this was a start.
With shaky hands, I dressed. I ripped the bed covers off the bed and threw them to the floor. I’d burn them in the morning.
But now, I ran downstairs to see if Owen needed me.
38 Jill
I didn’t usually have trouble sleeping. Normally, once my head hit the pillow that was all I knew until morning. But things were different now.
I was still upset that I hadn’t been able to talk to Andy yet. It was always something. Either he wasn’t home or I wasn’t home or one of us was asleep or something. I was frustrated and angry at the situation, but not at either of us. Things happen for a reason. When the time was right, I’d be able to tell him. I had to keep telling myself this so I wouldn’t go rushing into the bedroom screaming at the top of my lungs.
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