by Mia Ford
I walked into my apartment, closed the door and was halfway to the bedroom when the doorbell rang. I frowned, guessing that one of the neighbors had probably been waiting for me to come home just to bitch and moan about one thing or the other. Sometimes I hated the fact that I hadn’t just sucked it up and kept the house. It would have at least spared me the agony of dealing with these people.
The doorbell rang again, and I flung it open angrily, ready to rain verbal abuse on the idiot who had dared to bother me.
Hannah pushed past me. “Close the door.”
I fought back the anger and tried my best not to snap at her. “Come right in.”
“Close the fucking door, Andy,” she said, kicking off her heels.
She was already halfway down the hall before I did as she said and followed her to the bedroom. “This really isn’t the best time, Hannah,” I said, standing at the door to my room and watching her close the blinds.
She turned to me and began unzipping the side of her cocktail dress. I had no idea where she had been, but she reeked of alcohol, and the way she looked at me made it very clear that she expected a hard-fucking tonight. I wasn’t up for it, but at the same time didn’t feel like getting into a fight, either.
“You know, Andy, whether you’re up to it or not really doesn’t matter,” she said, letting the dress fall down around her feet before she stepped out of it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts beckoning me to her like a moth to the flame. She walked towards me, only wearing a pair of lace black panties, and looked into my eyes hungrily.
“I think I can make sure you’re up to it.”
She fell to her knees in front of me, her fingers quickly tugging at my belt and zipper, and pulled my jeans down. My boxers quickly followed, and I closed my eyes when her hand wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it to attention.
“At least someone’s happy to see me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my cock, her tongue gently flicking across the head.
I braced myself against the bedroom door, my breathing becoming just a little heavier with anticipation, the feeling of her hand moving up and down quickly making me hard. Although Hannah was volatile, she definitely knew how to work me to the point of no return, and when her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me into her mouth and almost swallowing me completely, I had given up on fighting this completely.
I dug my fingers into her hair, holding her head as she slid me in and out of her mouth. She quickened the tempo, and soon I was rocking against her, fucking her mouth as she dutifully swallowed every inch of me. Her hand cupped me, playing with my balls until I was ready to completely blow my load in her mouth. She could sense how close I was, and despite the fact that I was holding her in place, she pushed back and let my cock slip out of her mouth. She pumped me with her hand some more, just for good measure, the whole time looking up at me with a devilish smile on her face.
“What do you say, fire boy?” she teased. “How about we make this thing to good use?”
I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, her lips pressing against mine and her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. My hands found her ass and squeezed, hard, and I slapped one cheek just the way she liked it. Her lips found my ear, kissed the sweet spot there that she knew would drive me crazy, before nibbling on the lobe.
“Fuck me, Andy,” she whispered, pressing her crotch against me. She was gushing, the panties like a second layer of skin. I could feel her pussy lips embracing me through the thin, wet fabric. “Fuck me hard and make me scream.”
I pushed her back, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around. She pushed her ass against my cock, grinding slowly and seductively, making me want her more. My hands found her breasts and squeezed. She snaked an arm behind her and around my neck, pulling my head down where she expected me to kiss her. Her grinding intensified, and I quickly pushed her down so that she was bent over the side of my bed, ass up in the air, waiting for me.
I pulled her panties down quickly, my fingers burying themselves between her pussy lips, drenched in her wetness. I pressed them against her clit, earning a very satisfied moan, before I slipped two fingers into her. I bent over her, grabbing a breast with one hand while pumping my fingers in and out of her. She was moaning in pleasure, grinding against me.
“Stop teasing me,” she gasped as my fingers fucked her. “Give me what I want. Give it to me, Andy. Give it to me hard!”
I pulled my fingers out, positioned myself so that I could get a proper balance, and pushed inside her with one quick thrust. I felt my cock slide in with such ease, it was almost as if her pussy had stretched just for me. She was so wet, it wasn’t even much of an effort. She cried out when I penetrated her, and before I could fully pull back, she was pushing her ass back against me, forcing me back in again.
“Hard!” she screamed. “Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”
I fucked her with everything I had, pulling just slightly out before thrusting my cock back inside her. She was screaming like a banshee, throwing her ass back against my hips, the smacking sound barely audible over her cries of pleasure. I grabbed her shoulders, placing myself in just the right angle, and rammed even harder. With every scream I quickened my pace, until her pleas for more were staccatos of moans with every thrust.
When I reached around her and played with her clit, she was coming in seconds. Legs shaking, screams echoing through the room, she collapsed onto the bed and pulled me down with her. We lay like that for a few minutes, catching our breath, before she turned me onto my back and straddled me.
“You’re a good boy,” she cooed, sliding her wet pussy across my cock. “You’re a very good boy. You make me so happy.”
I grabbed her hips as she moved, wanting to end the teasing and have her ride me. She giggled, grinding some more.
“You’re such a good boy,” she teased. “You want my pussy, don’t you? You want to go back in there, don’t you?”
She leaned down, her massive breasts inches from my face. I pulled her closer, swallowing her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting it at the same time. She shifted above me, grabbed my cock, and slid it back inside. My hands found her ass, pushing her down more, forcing myself deeper.
She rode me like a bronco, beautiful breasts bouncing up and down as she moved, her hands scratching at my chest. No matter how many times we did this, I couldn’t get enough of seeing her like this. I squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and watched as she rode her way to a second orgasm. She kept going, though, locking her eyes onto mine, quickening the pace as she smiled wickedly at me.
She knew I was close.
“Fill me up,” she begged. “Be a good boy and come. You want to, don’t you, Andy? You really want to. I can tell you want to.”
My hands clasped onto her hips, and I pushed myself deeper inside her one last time before I exploded. I came hard, enough to make my head spin, groaning like a Neanderthal.
She giggled, slid off of me and collapsed onto the bed beside me.
***
“I really thought I’d find another skank here.”
Hannah was standing in front of the window, pulling her cocktail dress up around her shoulders and fumbling with the side zipper. I had almost fallen asleep when she spoke up for the first time since we had collapsed in bed, spent and breathless, without the energy to even mouth how good the sex was.
“Excuse me?” I asked. I was naked, lying on my back with my arms crossed under my head, staring at the ceiling and contemplating what the hell I was going to do about all this. Bobby was right, Hannah was poison, and I had to find some way to get her out of my life once and for all.
“I saw you at Pub 32,” Hannah said, squinting at her reflection in the window as she played with her hair, trying to get it to look at least a little decent and not like she had just had the fuck of a lifetime. “I followed you when I saw you leave with that girl. I thought, there goes Andy again, taking another college girl home and thinking he could slip h
er past me.”
She turned to me and winked. “Lucky for you, no one was here when you opened the door for me.”
That was it.
I was furious. For starters, I didn’t need to explain myself to someone who had explicitly made it clear that we weren’t supposed to be exclusive. Secondly, following me home was just creepy, and bordering on sociopathic. What was she going to do next? Buy night vision goggles and follow me around town?
This had to end. Now.
“Get out,” I hissed, although not loud enough to sound the least bit convincing. The rage was eating me up, and it was taking every ounce of strength I had to reel it in and keep it under control.
“What?”
“You heard me, Hannah,” I said, rolling out of bed and pulling my boxers on. I grabbed my jeans and pointed out to the hall. “I want you out of my house. Now!”
She smiled, a quick look of confusion plastered across her face. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Following me?” I spat. “Seriously? At what point did you actually think that following me home was a good idea? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
The confusion left her face and was quickly replaced with a scowl that mirrored just how insane she could get. “You did this,” she said. “If you’d keep your cock in your pants, I wouldn’t have to follow you around making sure you weren’t sticking it in places it shouldn’t be.”
“You don’t control where I stick my cock and when!” I yelled. “I do. Only me. Me!”
She walked up to me and stabbed my chest with her finger. “You gave up that privilege the minute I spread my legs for you,” she hissed. “You don’t have a choice anymore, you hear me?”
“Get the fuck out, you crazy bitch!” I yelled, stressing on every word I let out. “Get out of my house, out of my life, and leave me the fuck alone!”
She took a staggered step back and glared at me. “You’re ending this?”
“There is no this to end! We’re not a thing, Hannah. We’re two single people who like to fuck, and we just happen to be living in the same town. Other than that, you mean absolutely nothing to me, do you understand?”
Her eyes were wide in shock, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The vein in her forehead was popping out the way it always did when she was too furious to express her feelings in words and would much rather grab something and hit me with it. Luckily, though, I was looking right at her, and was ready for anything stupid. If she even tried to reach for anything, I’d have her by the arms and throw her out myself.
“So that’s it, huh?” Hannah seethed. “You want to be free to fuck around, pick up slutty college girls and show them a good time. Well, you know what, go ahead! You’re never going to be satisfied. The only way you’ll ever get off properly is with me, and none of those girls is going to fill that need the way I do.”
“If getting rid of you once and for all makes me want to screw every living thing in a ten-mile radius, then I’m all the better for it,” I shot back.
“You’re going to regret this, you son of a bitch!”
“Hannah, I’m going to say this one last time,” I replied, pointing at the door again. “Get. The. Fuck. Out!”
She glared at me, her hands balling into shaking fists that I knew she would use if given the chance. She was just as furious as I was, and that made me just a little bit more satisfied. I wanted her to go home thinking about how I kicked her out of my house, and hopefully it would drive her crazy enough to drive her car into a tree. Then the whole world would be rid of the craziness that was Hannah Baker.
I was half expecting her to attack me, try and maybe claw my eyes out, but she surprised me. Her anger seemed to defuse, her fists unclenching and the vein in her forehead disappearing completely. A sudden calm fell over her, and she just stared at me, a look that scared me a lot more than when she had been outraged.
“Screw you, Andy,” she said. “I’m going to make damn sure you pay for this.”
And with that, she stormed past me. I watched her grab her heels, open my front door, and slam it hard behind her. I let out a sigh of relief.
That went pretty well.
I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the last I saw of her, though.
Chapter 9: Andrea
I couldn’t get Andy out of my head.
He had called me before work, much to Bobby’s discomfort, and we had agreed to meet after I was done with my shift at Jane’s. I had been thinking about him all morning, seeing him everywhere I looked. It was distracting at first, and I’d catch myself smiling just at the thought of meeting him later. I felt like I was back in high school waiting for the final bell to ring so I could hook up with the star quarterback behind the bleachers. I was happy, and it was strange to be feeling this way, as if somewhere across the years I had somehow convinced myself that I didn’t deserve to be.
Jane’s back room storage was a mess. She hadn’t been joking when she had warned me of how much work needed to be done, and it took me almost three hours just to orient myself with everything. Afterwards, I buried myself into the task of cataloging and organizing, using my years of secretarial experience just to make some sense of the haphazardness that existed around me. I knew that whatever I did would probably have to be tweaked over and over again until it ran smoothly, but for now I was just content with having a preliminary system in place. Something other than the chaos that had been festering here for decades.
And through it all, I thought about Andy. His eyes, his smile, the way he looked at me, the awkward dance and the even more awkward silence when he drove me home. There was definitely something there, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself right away. The question, though, was what.
Bobby’s warning came rushing to the forefront of my mind, and I quickly brushed it away. Yes, it had only been three days since I ran away from Dennis, and yes, I was probably in some sort of denial. But it felt good. And I wanted to feel good. I needed to. It had been so long since the last time I actually looked forward to something other than a night alone without a beating. Was it so wrong that I enjoy it while it lasted?
I looked up at the time, the clock on the wall letting me know that my shift was over, and I could finally stop thinking and have a little fun. I stretched, organized my desk into something that looked a little presentable, and made my way into the front store. Jane was waiting by the cash register, the morning remarkably slow for a weekday. She looked up and smiled as I approached her.
“Done already?” she asked.
I chuckled. “Not even close,” I said. “You were right, that place is like a cave of bad dreams.”
“Told ya it was going to be hard work.”
“And I’m all for it,” I said. “Don’t worry about that. At least I know I’ll be around for a while to see it through ‘til the very end.”
Jane smiled. “Glad to hear it. Gonna call Bobby to pick you up?”
I looked past her and caught sight of Andy’s Nissan parked outside. He was sitting in the driver’s seat talking to someone through the open window.
“Nope,” I smiled. “My ride’s already here.”
Jane looked over her shoulder and then back at me and winked. “Fine young man, that Stetson boy. Just remember the ring on your finger’s still there.”
I laughed, feeling like my mother was giving me a pep talk before sending me off to the prom. “I remember,” I said. “He’s just a friend, Jane.”
“And I’m the Queen of England, sweetheart,” Jane grinned. “Now, go before I find something else for you to do.”
“Already gone,” I called back as I raced out the supermarket.
Andy smiled when he saw me, and I felt my knees buckle just a little. I was beginning to remember what it felt like to have someone actually be happy to see me. He got out of the car, took me in for a quick hug and then gestured to the passenger side.
“Come on, I have somewhere I want to take you,” he said.
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bsp; “Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Another drinking hole?”
“Do you think that’s all I do?” he chuckled.
“So where are we going?”
“A surprise.”
I smiled, climbed into the passenger side, and we pulled away.
***
We ended up driving all the way to Eagleville Preserve. Andy parked the car in the closest spot to the whitewater falls that emptied into Eagleville Lake, and opened the door for me to join him. The weather was beautiful, the soft breeze giving the air a soft chill that made me wrap my arms around my shoulders, despite the heat of the sun. I gazed out across the pond, taking in the mesmerizing view as I stood next to Andy.
“It’s beautiful,” I said. “But you do know I’ve been here a few times before, right?”
Andy chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I felt my body melt into his as he pulled me close and pointed to the small island in the middle of the pond. “I bet you’ve never been there, though.”
I frowned, looking up at him in wonder. “Eagleville Manor, really?”
Andy only nodded, looking down at me with a mischievous smile.
“That place’s been abandoned forever,” I said. “You know that, right?”
He winked at me and led me towards the Coventry side of the lake, where a few fishing boats were strung up. “It pays to hang out with a small-town celebrity.”
