I'm with You

by Maynard, Glenna

  We take the bus back to town in silence. I’m not sure what it is about this guy, but there is something comforting in his company, or maybe I am so lonely that I enter into a deal with a total whack job. I mean what if he is some sort of weirdo that goes from town to town gaining girls trust right before he slits their throats or something, hey it could be entirely feasible. Just saying, I read the papers and watch CNN, there are some sick fucks in the world, which do some seriously fucked up things to get their kicks. Have you ever seen The Nancy Grace Show, my Gram banned me from watching it — it gave me a complex, or at least that is what I like to blame my paranoia on...

  I get off the bus without a word to him and start walking towards Town Square Apartments. Cutter runs to catch up to me. The rain has stopped. Now my shoes are squeaking and my ass is itchy from my wet panties. I take a step — squeak.

  That sound really is annoying. I am about ready to take my shoes off and go native.

  “So are we going to your place or mine to make the list?” He stops me, grabbing my shoulder and turning me to face him.

  “Mine I guess. You do realize that you are committing social suicide by being seen with me. The whole town kind of hates me. They call me crazy — a murderer.” I wait for him to change his mind and put some distance between us, but he looks at me like he is agitated with the way I view myself.

  “Don’t worry about me, I have been called worse. I don’t think you are a murderer — crazy, yeah. Besides we shook on this deal, you are stuck with me for the next year. No take backs.”

  “What are we twelve now?” I roll my eyes and keeping walking ahead of him.

  “Something like that, I figure I am more 14 and you are possibly 12 ½.” He picks up his pace and tries to keep up with me.

  We make the walk to our building; we get stares all along the way. I ask if the staring and whispers bother him and he responds by yelling out, “Want to borrow her camera to get a picture.” I guess that answers that question.

  He joins me in the elevator and it feels like he has sucked all of the air from this tiny enclosed space. He is standing too close; like he is afraid I may disappear. But in reality I should be waiting for him to fade away. This has been the slowest ride to travel four floors up. I take a step away from him and he takes a step closer. I sigh — I didn’t sign up for a shadow, even one as attractive as him. Most girls would be thrilled to hold his attention for mere minutes I am sure, but me I am just trying to cope with still living.

  I take my key out from my pocket and start to unlock my door. “So what floor do you live on?”

  “I am actually three doors down from you. I have seen you around the way, but you have never noticed me.” I must really be absorbed in my own little miserable bubble to not have noticed a guy this good looking in passing. He could stop traffic!

  I know I should feel extremely creeped out that this guy pops up out of nowhere, lives practically right next to me, and he is now my instant friend. But something tells me he needs me just as much as I need him. He does a good job at hiding himself, but I can see it in his eyes — he’s lost. Or he is a master creeper who knows just how to suck in his victims. Damn, I sound like a delusional freak.

  This guy saves my life — sort of and I am mentally accusing him of being a serious creeper who wants to parade around in my skin or something.

  “Do you want to go home and change first; I am itching to damn death in these wet clothes. I promise not to flake out, you can trust me. I won’t do anything dangerous while you’re gone. Promise — I won’t even run with scissors. I cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye and hope to die, if I am lying to you.” I even go through the motions and make a cross over my heart.

  “So smartass do you have a dryer, I don’t exactly trust you. And you could be lying; you wanted to die back there on that bridge. You might lock me out and report me for stalking you or something if I leave you alone right now.” He shoves past me and into my living room.

  “I hadn’t thought of that, but thanks for the idea.” I wink at him. I push my chucks off and direct him to my bathroom. I show him where my towels are kept and instruct him to toss me his wet clothes so I can put them in the dryer with mine. He cracks the door open and dangles his dripping clothes to me.

  I take them and toss them in the dryer. I peel my wet clothes from my body and do the same with them. I take a t-shirt and yoga pants that are lying on top of the dryer and dress quickly. I try not to think of Cutter being possibly naked in my bathroom. I turn to walk into my living room, and bump right into Cutter and his bare chest. “Sorry,” my cheeks blush. I hope he wasn’t watching me change but the idea that he was makes me excited.

  I shouldn’t be having this reaction to him. It is like he is oozing out lust pheromones into the air. Makes me think of all of the vampire novels I have read where the guy vampire can make you horny by his scent. Wouldn’t that be my luck to befriend a weirdo vampire that wants to play some sick game with me before he eats me. I laugh to myself; this isn’t ‘Twilight.’ But he could still be a serial killer who preys on young girls….

  I am broken from my thoughts by Cutter. “Nice ass you got there. I wasn’t meaning to spy on you but I couldn’t help but look. I am a guy.” He winks at me — is he flirting with me right now?

  “That you are.” Damn this day is nothing like I thought it was going to be. “So I noticed. But you do have really feminine hair. Almost like — what’s that kids name… Beiber — fucking ‘Justin Beiber.’ But with a manly twist.” I laugh at him as he flips me the bird and return the favor and check him out too. Jesus, I am flirting back with him, what is wrong with me?

  He still has drops of rain glistening in his hair. I want to run my hands through it and lick the drops that have fallen to his chest from his body. My lands what is wrong with me. That is what they do Bella they lure you in with their wit and good looks — serial killers.

  My emotions are all over the place. I need to get him out of here before I am begging him to take me and do very bad things with me. And I get the feeling if I asked he so would do many bad things with me, he has that look about him — like he’s got the motion in the ocean, and the rod to go with it.

  But I can’t help it. Maybe it is because I have been socially depriving myself — maybe it is his deliciously naked chest, or the blue eyes — nope it’s the chest, definitely the chest that has my head swirling.

  I have let Harlan down, today was supposed to be our day. But I feel a connection to Cutter, I feel like I know him somehow. I don’t know what it is that is drawing me to him. It makes me feel like there is a force field keeping us connected to one another. There is a magnet pulling me closer to him, or it is just his chest, again I think it could be the chest. Dam seductive pecks, making me all cross eyed and horny. Like a moth to the flame I am burning with desire.

  I feel so alive right now. I normally only feel like this after I have cut myself, deep. What is it about this guy that has me ready to jump his bones after knowing him less than an hour? It took me two years before I ever let Harlan go all the way. Get a grip girl; you must be ovulating, hormones that must be it. I must be getting ready to start my period and my body is pushing me to mate. Maybe it wouldn’t matter who came onto me, could be the pizza delivery boy. Okay maybe not him, his skin always looks greasy and he has bad acne. Not the kind you could really look past, the kind that looks like he either just started seeing a dermatologist or he his in dire need of one.

  I run my fingers seductively across Cutter’s tattooed chest. I don’t realize I am doing it before it is too late. He catches my wrist and places a ragged breathed kiss on my forehead. Water is dripping from his hair down my face. I can’t stop myself when my tongue flicks out to lick a drop that has trickled down his cheek.

  I swear I just burnt my tongue on his face. Not because his skin is hot, but because he is just that hot. I can almost feel and see steam radiating off of his shoulders. I have been without sex too long. I need a vibra
tor then I wouldn’t be ready to attack this guy. But then again there is nothing like the real thing, especially when it is standing in front of you. It’s as if Christmas has come early and Santa has brought me a man wrapped in a perfect seductive, lust oozing package.

  “Bella you don’t even know me,” he lets out with a strained whisper.

  “No, but I want to — know you — touch you... Besides this is the first thing on my list. I want you to fuck me Cutter. I don’t know why, but I feel like I want to do this — with you. I trust you. Make me feel you. And for the love of all bad things fuck me like you never have to see me again.”

  “Do you realize what you are asking of me? Are you a virgin Bella?”

  “No,” I whisper back against his mouth.

  “If — fuck — no when I take you it will be because you really want me to and because you are mine. Are you ready to give yourself to me completely — to be mine?”

  I shake my head no even though in this moment it would be nice to be his, to belong to someone — someone who would miss me when I’m gone, someone who loved me.

  “Right now you’re all over the place. But understand this,” he places my hand on the firm bulge in his damp boxer briefs. “It’s not because I don’t want to. I have wondered how you’d taste since I first laid eyes on you.” His eyes rake over every inch of my body, he is fucking me right here with his eyes and he doesn’t even realize it. If I had panties on right now they’d be melted from the heat pooling between my thighs.

  “Then. Taste. Me. Cutter.” I slide my hand inside of his briefs and take his swelling shaft into my hand and caress it gently. I may be out of practice, but I have messed around before. I glide my fingers up and down his length. Dear gawd he is huge. I am talking porn star endowed. That’s it this isn’t real, he is too perfect. I must be having an intense dream, one where you wake up feeling like you are still inside your head.

  He swallows the lump in his throat. “Bella, I don’t want to hurt you and trust me when I say it will hurt.”

  “Cutter, pain turns me on. And I think I can handle you,” I wink at him and bite my lip.

  He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He sits me on top of the dryer. I trace the smooth lines of the letters inked across his flesh. The letters spell out free. I can see the green and brown of my eyes reflecting in his blues. He leans down and kisses my lips. Placing my hands around his neck, and pulling him closer, I push my tongue into his warm mouth. His tongue massages mine slowly. I have never been kissed with so much passion before. I am so turned on and the guy has only kissed me. I can’t even imagine how good he is going to make my body feel. I want to throw him on the ground and have complete control over him — like a cave woman staking her claim. I want him to beg me for it instead of me pleading with him.

  Harlan would plead once or twice, but he would never beg. He always gave up after hearing no a couple of times. I always liked to mess around with him though. But right now kissing Cutter compared to kissing Harlan feels like I have been practicing these past few years, like I was getting groomed for the real thing. As awful as it might sound, Cutter knows how to use his tongue, and I want to find out just how good he is at using it in all the right places.

  “Your lips are like velvet, and you taste so damn sweet.” Cutter reaches up my shirt and rubs his soft fingers over my hard peaks. He lifts the hem of my shirt over my head. Taking his time to worship each of my breasts, his lips linger over each of my nipples. Him taking his time, is making my pussy clench, I am getting a full kegel workout.

  “Do you realize how breath takingly beautiful you are?” I shrug my shoulders at him; I don’t think it was a question, more of a statement. “Are you ready to be mine?”

  “For the next hour I’m all yours.” I push his boxers down with my feet and scratch my nails down his toned back and squeeze his ass.

  “That’s going to leave a mark,” I laugh into his neck and lick the sweat that is breaking across his skin. He even tastes how I would imagine the sweat of a real man to taste, nothing like a boy. He is pure man, and it is hot. I never would have thought sweat could taste good, but his does.

  “Bed. Now.” I demand. He follows my orders well and carries me down the short hall to my bedroom. He lays me down on my platform bed.

  I take my time appreciating his naked form. It is the first time I have seen a man fully nude, besides late night movies on skinamax. Harlan would always do it with the lights out and it was always over before it ever started. I could get used to taking it slow.

  Cutter starts to join me on the bed. “Stop, I am appreciating the view.” I exclaim with a tight lipped smirk. Telling him what to do is more gratifying than I ever thought possible. Harlan was always in control of me, of everything in our relationship in and out of the sheets.

  “You’ve had your fun now it is my turn Bella.” He snakes across the burgundy comforter and crawls over top of me. “These need to come off.” He yanks my black yoga pants down the length of my legs, over my ankles and tosses them to the floor. He runs his finger from my jaw down to my throbbing clit. His warm fingers sink inside my wet, pulsing center. I buck my hips urging him to go deeper. I swear I can feel my heartbeat all the way down in my pussy.

  “Harder Cutter, right there. Go faster.” I blink, I — no he can’t be here. Harlan is standing in the corner of my room, with a sad expression on his face. The darkness wraps around my throat and I let out a scream before it sucks me into the void.

  **

  “Come on wake up. I was just about to put you in the shower. You alright, you passed out on me after I asked if you were a virgin.”

  “So we didn’t?”

  He shakes his red stained cheeks at me. I am beyond mortified. I’m not sure what is real and what is a dream. Did I just dream Cutter was about to fuck me? Or was he really about to do it?

  “So what happened exactly,” I sit up finding myself on my couch.

  “You um, well you kissed me, we started to fool around and then you just fainted. You really freaked me out. You sort of screamed in my face like I was about to attack you.”

  “I’m okay.” I push my knees to my chest and hug them close. “Maybe we should just start over tomorrow and pretend today never even took place. I will work on my list like I promised. Today just isn’t a good day. It’s the anniversary of Harlan’s death. I think I would really like to be alone.” I look everywhere but at him, I am so embarrassed, I probably won’t see him again after this. Why would he come back for more of my crazy show—maybe for free entertainment?

  “I feel bad leaving you alone, but today has been strange. I am only three doors down, apartment 3C. I will be home all night so just knock, okay.”

  “You don’t even know me, why do you even care?”

  “Let’s just say I once knew someone who wanted to die — I feel an undeniable attraction to you. I don’t know how or why, but I was meant to find you Bella. When I first saw you something told me to follow you. I just knew that for whatever reason you needed me, and I wanted to be with you. Have you ever had the feeling that you just had to do something? When I saw you leaving the diner it was like my feet were in control and before I knew it I was sitting on the bus feeling the urge to protect you, to do whatever it takes to make you mine.”

  “Yes, on the bridge at the falls, I had an overwhelming feeling, telling me to take the deal with you — to shake your hand. And I am glad you were there — I am glad you were there with me. I promise you I will see you tomorrow okay?” I look at him for an answer because I am sure he is going to say goodbye before we have really even had a hello.

  Cutter walks into the kitchen and takes his clothes from the dryer. He squeezes my knee, and leaves. I have to admit watching him walk out my door is a pleasant sight to behold; he really has a nice ass. An ass I could get used to looking at, if I planned on being around long enough to admire it.

  I go to the bathroom and untangle my hair with my brush. I wash my face, I fe
el all dirty from the rain and from almost getting physical with my hotter than balls neighbor...

  Chapter 5

  Today was one mind trip. This morning when I woke I planned on it being my last day. And now I am entered into a twisted deal with a stranger. But what a handsome stranger he is, but I shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like these when Harlan is waiting for me. I know where I need to go. I slip my chucks on and grab my umbrella just incase the rain picks back up.

  I make the three block walk to the town cemetery. Harlan is buried here somewhere, I haven’t been here before — to his grave, but I need to talk to him. I don’t trust myself at the falls.

  I walk through the rows of the dead and wilted flowers. I am slightly thankful that I’m not here, well not yet anyways. His grave is easy to spot, it is the one adorned in fresh flowers. There is a picture of him in his football jersey etched on the headstone. I trace my fingers over the letters of his name. Harlan Jones Rivers, born July 19, 1991, died August 12, 2012 — Loving Son and Brother. I lay my head down on his grassy knoll, as my tears start to fall, seeing his grave really makes the fact that he is gone and never coming back real.

  “Damn you Harlan, why did you have to listen to me? I just need to you to tell me its okay. I’m sorry; I really want to be with you — I do. But something has happened. I met a boy, well more like a man today and for the first time since you left, he made me feel alive.” I squeeze my fingers against my temple willing him to answer me.

  “What do I do Harlan, I miss you, and I wanted so badly for us to be reunited, but now I made a deal with this guy. His name is Cutter, he wants me to make a list of everything I want to do before I die. He said if I complete my list in a year’s time — that then he will let me do what I set out to do today. Talk to me Harlan!” I pound my fist against the ground.

  Why won’t he answer me — he calls to me all of the time? “Did you give up on me Harlan? Are you angry with me? I saw you watching me with him. Why were you there, what do you want from me?”