FOREVER MINE (6 page)

Michael watches Charlie.  She has no idea he has the apartment across the street.  His living room window is perfectly aligned with her bedroom. From his bedroom he can see her bathroom.  He is watching her watch the news.  He wonders if she has put the pieces together, that he raped and killed that girl out west.  He sees the look on her face.  Yes, she is thinking about the possibilities.

He puts the high powered binoculars down next to him on the table.  He turns off all the lights and removes his clothing.  His swollen member bounces and twitches as he moves to the bedroom to watch her bath.  Picking up the binoculars he puts them in night vision mode.  He starts to touch himself as he watches her.   

She has turned out the lights but he can still see all her deliciously naked skin. 
Her hard nipples grazing the top of the water, and then hiding again when she inhales a deep breath.
  She starts to doze.  Standing out of the water causing the drops to run in rivulets all along the curves of her body, he can scarcely contain himself.  His breathing increases.  He stops fondling his overly sensitive limb long enough to move back to the living room to watch her in her bedroom.

When she walks naked into her bedroom and starts massaging oil onto her skin, it takes all his control not to cum.  He feels hot all over.  He imagines his own hands moving all over her naked body. He takes a shaking breath.  He can feel his release is only seconds away, but he stops himself.  He has a better idea.  He watches as she lay down and covers her nakedness with only a sheet.  A malevolent smile breaks across his face.

He gets up and dresses when he knows she has fallen asleep.  Picking up a large key ring he walks out the door.  Crosses the street and climbs the stairs to the 3
^rd
floor.  He stops to take the light bulbs out of the fixtures right before and right after her door.  Just in case the neighbors get nosey. 

Quietly, he takes out the keys for her locks.  Inserts the first and turns the key.  He waits to hear the audible click that says it open.  Once the first one is done he repeats this step 3 more times.  When all four locks are done, he silently turns the knob.  Putting away the key ring, he gets out his bolt cutters.  He pushes the door open as far as the security chain will allow.  Then, with expert speed and stealth, he cuts it. 

He walks into her private space.  He enters the kitchen and sees she had dinner with someone. 
Brody.
  He picks up a clean dish and puts it on the table.  He gets a beer out of the fridge opens it and takes a big swallow.  That too he places on the table.  He takes out some of her left over pasta and places it on the plate.  He hates pasta. Then again he isn’t really going to eat it.  It is just part of the game he is playing.  With the table set, he leaves the kitchen.  Enters her room and watches her sleep for a minute.  She has no idea he is there.  She is sleeping so sound she is snoring slightly.

Leaving her sleep, he walks into the bathroom.  It still smells like the lavender she puts in the water.  He grabs the candles and puts them all in a straight line on the sink.  Walking over to the tub, he runs his hand over the wetness still lingering from her bath.  He can still see her naked form, wet from the water. 

Standing in the bathroom he remembers she is sleeping oiled up and naked.  He walks back into her bedroom, opens his coat and removes a single black rose.  He places it next to her on the empty pillow. Then he undoes his belt, drops his pants to his knees and pulls his hard penis out of his boxers.  He fondles himself; strokes up and down his hard shaft.  Within minutes he cums in spurts all over Charlie’s pillow and the black rose he left for her.  His orgasm is so intense he bites his lip to stop himself from crying out.  Using the edge of the pillowcase he cleans up the rest of his mess.  Pulling up his pants, he leaves the apartment with the door standing wide open.

He feels completely stated when he walks back across the street.  He will be replaying that scenario in his fantasies for a long, long time.  He licks his lips and tastes a metallic flavor.  He laughs to himself.  He came so hard he drew blood when he bit his lip.  Let the games begin.

When Brody gets home he prepares himself for what is going to happen.  He notices the house is dark as if no one is home.  He takes out his house key and unlocks the door.

“Hello?
Anyone home?
Steph?”
  He yells when he gets inside. He walks farther into the house and sees that the kitchen light is on.

Walking into the kitchen, he puts his keys down and sees Steph at the table.  She smiles when she him.  She really is beautiful.  Her long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and cute little button nose.  She is a lot shorter than Charlie.  Steph is only 5’3.  She weighs about 110 pounds.  She always dresses like she is going out somewhere.  Even her pajama’s match and are pretty. 

“Hey you.”
I say walking over and kissing her pouty mouth.

“Hey.” She answers but sounds miserable.

“Did you eat?  I can make you something.”

“Brody, it’s 9 at night.  You know I don’t eat after 6.”

“Oh. Yeah.  I did know that. So, I guess we should just get to it then, right?”  I sit down in front of her and wait for her to start.

She is looking at me like I stole her puppy.  I can’t take it.  I reach over and take her hand rubbing circles on her knuckles. 

She stands up and walks to me, turning me in my chair.  She straddles me and kisses me with uninhibited passion.  I return the kiss, because what else am I going to do?  I am just a man after all.  She pulls my t-shirt from my jeans and rubs her hands up and down the planes of my abs and chest.  She removes the shirt and goes back to kissing me. Licking and kissing my lips to my jaw, down my throat, and back up. I pull her shirt off and throw it on the floor.  I grab her by the ass and stand; she wraps her legs around me as I sit her on the table. She fumbles with the button on my jeans for a minute then she has them undone and her hand is down my pants stroking me.  I gasp, and lean into the sensation.  I pull her pants off and toss them on the floor with our shirts.  I let my pants drop to my ankles, grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the table, I slide my hand to touch her and find she is more than ready, and then I push myself into her as far as I can.  She moans her pleasure into my mouth as I kiss her senseless. There is no love here we are just doing what men and women were meant to do.  Within minutes I can feel the build up to my release; when I feel Steph’s muscles tighten, I finish with a final thrust.

I try to catch my breath.  What the fuck was that?  I pull out of Steph and hand her clothes to her.  Tucking myself back into my pants, I turn to her and wait for her reaction.

She gets dressed, and turns to me “Well, that was nice.”

“Nice? Ouch.”

“I came over here tonight to say, goodbye.  I think you know it was over the moment I moved in with you. I kept thinking if I spent more time here, with you, that Charlie would became part of your past.  I would’ve been your future. 
If you would’ve given us a chance.”

“I’m sorry.  I don’t know what else to say.  I can’t cut her out of my life.  I won’t.  I know that’s hard to hear but we’ve been friends along time.  She is like family to me.  How do you stop loving a sister?”

“Brody, you don’t love her like a sister.  You love her, love her.  Like the stuff in movies and stupid romance books.  I can’t stand in the way of that.  And I certainly won’t wait around to be your plan ‘B’.”

“I understand you not wanting to wait around for me to figure out what’s going on in my head, but if you’re leaving me, what was that all about?” I say gesturing towards the table.

“That was goodbye sex.”

“Oh, I never had goodbye sex before.”

“Well, now you have.”  She smiles at me.  “I guess I should be going.  I will come in about a week and pack up my stuff.”

“Alright.”
I pull her into my arms and hold her for a little while.  I feel like a shit for fucking her as a way to say goodbye.  I thought goodbye sex was supposed to be fun.

After Steph leaves, Brody is left to think about what just happened.  He knows he loves Charlie, but can they really be together?  They spend a lot of time together.  She is the last person he sees or talks to before bed and the first, when he wakes up. They talk and text throughout the day.  The only difference between what they have now and a real relationship is that they would live together and have sex.  Oh, better not think about sex with Charlie.  Crap too late.

Brody goes up stairs to his bedroom to get some sleep; his phone goes off.  Speak of the devil; Charlie has something to tell him tomorrow?  I wonder what it is.  She is taking a bath.  That should give me sweet dreams.  I am such a pig; I just had sex with Steph, and now I’m thinking about Charlie in the tub.  He gets to his room and lies in bed.

As he is laying there in the dark he again decides that Steph is right, Charlie is his future.  He would be idiotic to throw away what they could have because he’s scared.  All he has to do is talk to her and see how she feels.  All this has to take place after they find Michael.  Closing his eyes he tries to sleep.  He tosses and turns all night.

9 o’clock came too early.  Brody stumbles out of bed and into the shower.  He throws on his favorite pair of distressed jeans and a faded blue superman ‘S’ t-shirt, and finishes off the outfit with a pair of sketchers brown boots.  Working on computers during the week, always includes a suit for work.  Casual and comfortable, is his attire for every weekend.

He locks up the house and heads over to Charlie’s.  It is a little earlier than 11, but he can’t wait to see her.  Driving to her apartment, he is thinking about what they can do today, since tomorrow it’s back to work.  Maybe they can just go to the park, or since it’s a hot summer day maybe they can head out to the pool and swim for awhile.  He wonders what it is that she has to tell him.  His mind keeps wondering back to the text message last night.

Pulling up to the apartment, he is thrilled; there is an empty spot right out front.  It’s going to be a good day.  He gets out of the truck and walks to the door with a little pep in his step. He is practically bouncing up the steps when the world comes crashing down around him.  His blood runs cold and his heart skips a beat.  Pulling out his cell he dials Officer O’Connor.

“O’Connor.”

Whispering, “This is Brody Harrison; we met yesterday with Charlie James.”

“Yeah, Harrison, what can I do for you?  Why are you whispering?”

“I just arrived at Charlie’s house, and her door is wide open.  I know she wouldn’t leave it that way.  I don’t know how to proceed.  I have a bad feeling and want you to get here as fast as you can.”

“I’m on my way.  Don’t touch anything.  I mean it.  If you go in there, and a crime has been committed, it’s a crime scene, you could mess everything up.”

Hearing the words crime scene has Brody in total panic.
“Oh, my God.
I’m going in.  I won’t touch anything, but I have to go in.” and with that he hangs up.

Brody walks in and sees nothing in the open area of the apartment. He glances in the kitchen and sees a plate with leftovers on it and a beer, like she ate but never cleaned up. That’s weird, she always cleans up.  Getting more and more worried, he goes directly into her bedroom.  He sees her sleeping, curled on her side, his knees almost give out with the relief he feels.  Hurrying to her side he rubs her hair out of her face.  That’s when he notices the sheet is between her legs and one leg, thigh, hip, and ass cheek is uncovered and showing themselves to him.  The top of the sheet is gapping and the mound of her perfect breast is showing, along with a hint of a pink nipple.

His knees go weak again, but for a different reason.  Feeling like a
perv
, he pulls the sheet up to cover her breasts, the biggest of the two distractions, then he rubs up her leg, and not too gently, smacks her ass.

“HEY!  What the hell, Brody.  That scared me, and hurt.”   She rubs the sleep from her eyes, and pushes the hair that fell out of her ponytail out of her face, only to give up and take it down.  She sits up, holding the sheet tightly to her, blushing.  She must’ve remembered that she is naked. “W-What are you doing in my room?”

“Watching you sleep… naked” slowly a smile spreads across my face I can’t help it.

“Ugh, no seriously.
  I had my alarm set for 10:30.”  And like it was summoned, the alarm starts to blare.

Laughing they both reach over to turn it off.  Charlie freezes when she sees something black tangled in her sheet, almost under the extra pillow she keeps on the bed.  She picks it up.  It’s a black rose.  It’s wet and sticky.  She runs her hand over the pillow and sees a discolored spot on the case.  She feels it and its wet and there is a clotted accumulation of…
“Oh my god!!”

Charlie launches herself, naked, out of bed and into the bathroom.  She barely makes it to the toilet before her stomach starts to heave.  She dry heaves until her insides cramp and she pops blood vessels in her eyes.  Brody comes in and wraps her in a blanket.  As soon as he touches her she throws herself into his arms and gives into gut wrenching sobs.  He holds her and strokes her back and head.  He silently, cries with her. 

“Please tell me what is going on?”

“When I got here your door was wide open, I was so scared. I thought Michael came back and grabbed you.  When I saw you sleeping I didn’t want to scare you.  I thought everything was ok since you were still here.  I’m so sorry this is happening to you.”  Brody wipes the tears on his cheeks.

“When I went to bed the door was locked.” Taking a deep inhale “I double checked.”

“I know you did.  You always do.”  I stroke her hair again.  I need to keep touching her to comfort myself, because I’m angry and scared.  “Did you get up last night and have some more to eat?”

Shaking her head, her lip trembles like she may cry again, “N-N-No, Why?”

“There is a dinner sitting out on your table.” He says it through clenched teeth.  The fear he felt earlier is all anger now.  “Let’s go, you need to put clothes on, the cops will be here and we can’t touch anything.  Pack a bag, you‘re not staying here anymore.”

She clutches the blanket tightly to her.  When she stands she looks at the sink and stops moving.  “I didn’t have those lined up on the sink like that.  I had them placed all over the bathroom.”  She gets even paler, if that is possible, “Brody, I think Michael was in my house, ate at my table, moved my candles,” she hiccups a breath, “and jerked off on my bed.”  The seriousness of the situation is too much. Her eyes roll and she starts to fall to the floor. 

Picking her up Brody walks into the living room with her in his arms.  He is pretty sure she doesn’t want to wake up anywhere near the bed.  He holds her and gently rocks her placing kisses on her forehead, nose and cheeks. “Charlie, you have to get up, I need you to get dressed.”

Her eyes flutter, “I can’t”

He places her on the couch, being careful not to reveal anything of her, and then goes to the bedroom.  He picks her out some jeans, a green tank top.  He opens her underwear draw and picks out a matching black lace bra and thong, because come on?  He grabs he black belt and flip flops. 

He takes her clothes to the living room, handing them to her, “give me the blanket.  I will hold it up so you can get dressed behind it.  You can’t go in the bathroom and touch anything else.”

She stands and turns her back, disentangling the blanket, holding her arms out, she hands the edge to him, getting dressed behind the blanket.