The Good Neighbor (13 page)

I opened the door and smiled at Owen, happy
that he was finally here. I felt safer and more secure with him in
the house.

For a second, I felt silly having hidden
weapons all around. Then, I remembered the beer bottle.

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.

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.

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...

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 excitement 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.

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.

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.