by Andi Jaxon
“Hey, Kris, mind if I come in?” he’s not normally hesitant when it comes to me, but he’s clinging to the door like he’s sure I’ll tell him to get lost.
Pulling my feet up to sit cross legged, I wave him in. “You’re always welcome to come in.”
A smile lights up his face as he comes in and flops down on the bed next to me, making me bounce.
“How are you?” he looks up at me, concern scrunching his face.
“I’m fine, really. You can stop asking.” I roll my eyes and try to make it sound convincing. I’m still a little on edge though.
“I’ve never seen you like that. Did something happen at Cal Poly that you didn’t tell me? Were you attacked?” I know I should tell him, but I don’t like being seen as a victim. I hate being at someone’s mercy.
“It doesn’t happen often, I’m not really sure why it does honestly. It’s some weird nightmare from way before I met you. Every once in a while, something triggers it.” It’s true, but I know exactly what triggered it.
Ben doesn’t say anything, just watches me with the same concern etched into his face. He rolls towards me, laying on his side and places a hand on my knee. “You know, you can tell me anything.”
Looking down, our eyes lock. He’s silently pleading with me to tell him the whole story, but I don’t know the whole story. It’s fuzzy even for me. It has to have been a nightmare that my brain just couldn’t let go of, but sometimes it feels so fucking real.
“I know and I love you for it.” I run my fingers through his hair and settle back onto the pillows. “How was your honeymoon?”
A huge smile lights up his face, the pain and uncertainty of a moment ago, gone. “It was perfect. Ali planned out everything, we had breakfast on the balcony of our hotel room every morning, went exploring every afternoon, laid on the beach and played in the water. It was more than I ever expected.”
“What was your favorite part?”
A blush instantly covers Ben’s face, neck, and chest before he ducks his head into his arm.
“Oh no, tell me! The sex had to have been world changing!” I’m pulling on his arm, shaking him, while I laugh.
“It was earth shattering. There was one evening where we started messing around on the balcony, things got a little carried away, and I fucked him bent over the railing.”
My mouth falls open and my voice drops to a whisper. “You had sex in public?!?”
He just nods, embarrassment and pride warring on in his eyes. “It was probably the best sex of my life. That fear of being caught or being watched, makes it so much more intense.”
“Holy shit!” I yell louder than I meant too. My hand slaps over my mouth. “Look at you! My little exhibitionist.” I pretend to wipe tears off my face. “I’m so proud.”
He laughs and pushes me. “Shut up!” We both laugh. God it feels good to smile and laugh with my best friend, talking about sex. This is everything I need in my life. Well, and orgasms.
“Speaking of exhibitionists, what the fuck was that with Alex?” Oh shit, now it’s my turn to be in the hot seat.
“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” I try to force the smile from my lips but fail miserably.
“Ah huh.” He folds his arms over his chest. “You told Alex that I took your virginity. While I was standing right there!”
My head falls back as I laugh, the look on his face was priceless. “He was being a dick!”
“How does Alex being a dick equal us having sex? I thought Alister was going to piss himself!”
The picture of Alister doubled over the couch, clutching his stomach in laughter has me laughing all over again. The shock and disbelief on Alex’s face made it all worth it.
“What is your deal with him? It’s like you guys enjoy fucking with each other.”
It takes me a minute to stop laughing like a loon, tears streaming down my face. “He’s a joke. He doesn’t take anything seriously. He’s basically a clown looking to get laid by every girl that walks past him.” Even as I say the words, I doubt their truth. I saw a different side of him tonight, learned about the work he’s done for the people he shares a neighborhood with.
I’m tired. Maybe this will all make more sense in the morning. “Anyway, go away. I’m tired.”
“Alright, alright. I guess I’ll go back to my husband and let him have his way with me.” Ben winks over his shoulder before closing the door. If I have to listen to them have sex, I’m going to lose my mind.
***
After spending the weekend laying around Ben and Alister’s apartment, my brain is buzzing with everything I learned Friday night. The morale of the neighborhood was phenomenal. It’s definitely not something you see very often in a low-income area. Not one person had anything bad to say about Officer Alex, the kids love him, the adults admire him, the elderly seem to have some kind of hero worship for him.
But, why? Why does he do it? Why did he move in there to begin with? Why that street?
All morning these questions have been circling through my head. I was up before Ben and Alister, so I wrote a note and left it on the coffee maker, telling them I grabbed an uber home. I need to write. Writing the story, researching, helps me piece it all together.
On the couch, I turn on my laptop and pull my notes out of my bag from that night. Flipping through the pages, I see the same thing over and over. ‘I don’t know what we would do without him.’
These people have come to rely heavily on Alex, he’s a major part of their lives. I’m betting he goes to every school graduation, from kindergarten to high school, school plays and sports games. He’s family to everyone that lives there.
I watched him a lot while I was there. How people would come up and talk to him, give him hugs, thank him for this or that. He played with the kids, chasing them around and that water balloon fight! He genuinely enjoys it. He was having a blast. For that little bit of time, even I forgot what a douche he is and enjoyed his company.
And he protected me. When that bastard showed up, threatening him, he stood his ground. He saw that I was falling apart and without hesitation, he protected me. He held me until I calmed down, made sure I was safe. Why? I’ve never shown him an ounce of affection. I’ve only ever been sarcastic and snarky. Why would he do anything nice for me?
Looking up, the wheels in my head spinning, my collection of Mark Twain books catches my eye. Milo.
I set my stuff aside and get up to pull the books off the shelf. I don’t know if I can save Milo’s book, but he can have these ones. I’ve read them probably a hundred times during my life and I have a feeling he’ll appreciate these more than if I bought him brand new ones.
Grabbing another bag from the closet, I place the books inside along with my notebook and pencil, grab my favorite water bottle, my phone and my keys, and head to my car. I need to find Milo.
Finding my way to Alex’s neighborhood, I park on the street in front of his house and climb out, slinging my bag over my shoulder. His car in the driveway, there’s a cooler on the porch and a sign in the front window that says he’s sleeping.
Looking down the street and not seeing any kids, I start to walk, searching for a sandy haired kid with a book. For the middle of the day, the street is empty. It’s summer break, I expected kids to be outside playing in the sunshine. Stopping at the corner, I look around again. What am I missing?
The wind picks up and with it comes the sound of kids. Following the giggles, I walk about a block and find a large group. There are maybe twenty kids, mostly elementary age, bikes laid down everywhere, water bottles littering the ground, and a game of kick ball being played in an open field.
Girls vs boys. Girls are kicking while the boys are in the outfield. Checking the field, I don’t see Milo which means he must be reading somewhere close by. I noticed yesterday that he doesn’t stray too far from his group of friends.
Walking the edge of the field, I find a tree with some shade and the wild curls of sandy hair are b
ent over a book. I can’t help but smile. I hardly know him, but I love him.
Walking toward him, I drop down to sit in the dirt next to him. “Hey, Milo.”
He gives me a quick side glance before going right back to his book.
“What are you reading today?”
“Harry Potter.” His eyes don’t leave the page and he’s annoyed that I’m bothering him. I love him.
“Well, I have something for you that I think you’ll be interested in.” I have his attention now. He’s looking at my shoulder and closes the book with a leaf in it as a bookmark.
“What is it?” his eyebrows are pulled together, little creases form above the bridge of his nose.
Opening my bag, I pull out the three Tom Sawyer books and hand them to him. He turns them over in his hands, inspecting each one like he’s not sure they’re real. Pure wonder making him look so much younger.
“I want you to have them. I haven’t been able to read them in a long time and they deserve to be read often by someone who will love them. I know I can count on you.”
“I… I can have them?” Milo cradles them to his chest, holding them close to his heart.
“Yeah, is that okay?” I want to hug him. I want to wrap my arms around him and tell him that he means the world to me already, but I know that’s not how he works.
His eyes are darting back and forth in front of him, not really seeing anything but processing what I’ve said. Has no one given him a book before? Now I want to give him every book his heart desires. Tears are filling my eyes and a knot forms in my throat as he wraps his mind around me giving him books.
After a moment, he turns to face me, looking at my face. “Thank you.”
“You’re so very welcome,” I croak around my emotions. Leaning forward, Milo lays his head on my leg, his arms still holding the books to his chest.
A sob escapes before I can cover my mouth with my hands. This is a big moment. From what I’ve gathered about Milo, he’s autistic and doesn’t like to be touched but he’s touching me. It’s all I can do not to run my hand over his head, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. I will cherish this for the rest of my life.
As suddenly as the moment started, it’s over and he’s running off again. Once he’s out of eyesight, I notice how quiet it is. All the kids in the field are looking at me, watching me as if I’ll sprout another head. The boy Alex called JJ last night comes toward me. His movements stiff, shoulders back and tense, his eyebrows pulled together as he continues stomping toward me.
What did I do? Why is he angry with me?
He stops just a few steps from me, looking at the spot Milo was sitting. He doesn’t say anything, just stands there and stares at the ground. I don’t know this boy, I don’t know what to do or say. I’m not sure what’s happening.
“He touched you.” The words are almost a whisper, like he’s not sure it happened.
“I gave him books.” JJ’s eyes snap to mine. He’s young in years but weathered in spirit. He’s seen things no child should, dealt with trauma and tragedy. I can feel it in the marrow of my bones.
I stand and brush the dirt off my jeans, taking me by surprise, he hugs my waist so tight I can hardly breath. Acting on instinct, I wrap my arms around him and hold him just as tightly. I’m short so his head is on my chest, I drop a kiss on his head, and he rubs his face against my shirt.
“I’ve never seen him do that and we’ve been friends since we were five.”
I smile at him, tears once again filling my eyes. I definitely didn’t expect such an emotional day and I’m glad I don’t have make up on.
“He’s a special kid. I love that he loves to read.”
JJ takes a step back and puts his hands in his pockets. “He’s my best friend. Thank you for giving him books. You don’t know how much that means to him.”
Behind him, there’s movement by the street. Alex stops at the opening that leads to the sideway, obviously woken up by something. His hair is a mess and he’s only wearing basketball shorts and flip flops. The tattoos covering his arms giving him a look of defiance.
Alex
STANDING IN THE BALL field tucked between four houses is Kristen. What the fuck is she doing here? Milo woke me up banging on my front door, a fucking first. Thinking someone was seriously hurt, I ripped the door open and he’s standing there with his arms full of books, talking a mile a minute about the blonde girl from yesterday. It took me five damn minutes to figure out where this mystery blonde woman was. I ran my ass down here and it’s Kristen.
JJ walks away from her looking strange but goes back to the game. Kristen looks at me, picks up her bag, and heads toward me.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” hands on my hips, confusion and sleep fogging my head.
“I brought Milo books. Since his Tom Sawyer book got ruined in the water fight, I brought him my collection.” She doesn’t stop when she gets to me but keeps walking and shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal.
“Do you have any idea what that means to him?” I stalk after her, frustrated with being woken up, shaken from Milo’s reaction, then seeing her with the neighborhood kids.
“I have a small idea. I’m not an idiot, Alexander.”
“You can’t come in here and start handing out gifts, throwing money around. They aren’t a charity case.” Grabbing her arm to stop her, she spins on me, jerking away from me.
“Don’t ever touch me like that again.” She’s furious, her body tense, ready for a fight.
“You need to stay out of my neighborhood.” I step into her space, wanting to both strangle her and kiss her at the same time.
“I gave him some books that I haven’t read in years. What’s your problem?” she steps back from me, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re going to break that kids’ heart and he’s not going to understand.” I growl, leaning into her space once again, this time forcing her to lean back against her car. “You come in here reeking of money, start handing out presents to your favorite kid. That results in the rest feeling left out, jealousy rears its ugly head. Kids that were friends are now enemies, parents start to fight with each other, all hell breaks loose. You have no idea what the consequences are because you get to leave and live your fancy damn life while I try to clean up the fucking pieces.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
The space between us vanishes when I crash my lips to hers. Taking her mouth in a punishing kiss. My hands grip her hair, not letting her move the way she wants. Her body trapped between her car and me. She fights me, her mouth just as devastating against my assault. Clashing teeth, rough hands, and hard bodies fighting for dominance.
Her tits press flush against the muscle of my chest, my dick hard and aching is pushed against her abdomen. Her hands rake her nails down my sides and back, leaving her own marks on my body. The sting feeds me. I want to slam into her so hard she’ll feel me for a fucking week. I want her to beg me for more but not know what she wants more of, pain or pleasure.
She knows one of my darkest times, I saw the result of one of hers. Both of us have suffered pain most people will never understand. I’m desperate to use her body to make myself feel better. One of my hands reaches down to her leg, pulling it up to wrap around my hip. My dick grinding into her denim covered pussy and she melts, her body losing the tension it had just a second ago.
Circling my hips against her, one hand still in her hair, my mouth captures her moan of submission. Her body softening beneath me is all I need to soften my own body. Caresses instead of gripping and pulling. Kristen’s arms wrap around my neck, pulling herself against me, and my brain snaps to attention.
I force myself to pull my lips from her, pressing my forehead to hers. My eyes are clenched tight, breathing ragged. “Fuck,” she breaths out.
I chuckle, opening my eyes, hers full of lust. “My thoughts exactly.”
I lower her leg, my hand following the side of her body and gripping her hip. T
he hand in her hair moves to cradle the side of her head, my thumb brushing along her kiss swollen lips. My eyes meet hers once again and for just the smallest second, she looks vulnerable. In the time it takes to blink, her walls are back up and she’s pushing me away from her.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know why all of a sudden you think you can touch me whenever the mood strikes, but you’re wrong. Keep your hands to yourself.” The words are shaky, not having the effect she was hoping for.
“You didn’t exactly hate it, Princess.” A smirk lifting one side of my lips, my arms crossing over my chest.
Storming away from me, she pulls the driver door open with a snap. “You don’t know me well enough to make that call. And stop calling me Princess.”
She climbs in, shuts the door, and starts the car. Without a glance my way, she pulls away from the curb and is gone.
Back in the house, I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and lay back down. I’m wide awake now. My dick aching for release inside a little blonde while she cries my name. What I wouldn’t give to have her bent over my bed, taking everything I give her. Her pussy strangling my cock while she cums.
Releasing my cock from my shorts, I stroke myself. Closing my eyes, I picture her here, riding me. Her tits bouncing with every movement, her body trembling the closer to orgasm she gets. The cry she lets out when I thrust up into her, going as deep as her body will allow me. Over and over, hitting the magic spot that has her seeing stars and my thumb circling her clit, sending her over the edge into oblivion.
Hot jets of cum hit my chest, my body trembling and my breathing ragged with my release. All the tension in my body leaves. Finding a discarded shirt on the floor, I wipe myself up and lay back down, finally able to sleep once again.
Kristen
THE WHOLE WAY HOME my body tingles. My lips sensitive after his kiss. Why did I let him kiss me? Why did I kiss him back?
Why did I want him to fuck me?
