The Good Neighbor - Bettes Kimberley A.. Страница 34

I was dressed and ready for work. Well, that’s not entirely true. I was dressed for work, but hardly ready. I didn’t feel like going. I was tired. More precisely, I was exhausted. But it would be nice to keep my mind off missing Andy.

I locked the door behind me and headed outside where it smelled like rain.

I was already in the car when I noticed Owen. He was on his porch, asleep in his chair. It looked radically uncomfortable. His neck was back and to the right at an angle that would be sure to leave him with a crick.

I got back out of my car and walked over to him. I hated to wake him. I knew he hadn’t been sleeping well, but I couldn’t leave him out here like this.

I touched his arm. “Owen. Owen. Wake up.” After gently shaking him a little, his eyes opened slowly. I waited for him to focus and realize what was happening. “You need to go inside and go to bed.”

He sat up and rubbed his neck. I stood up and waited for him to go inside.

“I’ll be okay out here.” He yawned.

“Owen, go inside and go to bed. You can’t stay out here like that. It’s not comfortable. But you know what is? Your bed.” I sang the last part to make it sound more appealing to him. All it did was make him laugh.

“I’m okay.”

“Look, I’m not leaving until you’re in bed. Now do you want to make me late for work or what?”

“You know I can just wait until you’re gone and come right back out here.”

“Yeah. Since you know that, why are you still sitting here arguing with me? Get up and get in there.”

He laughed harder at me now, but he got up. He looked at Bernie’s, then at Carla’s, and then he went in the house. I followed him all the way upstairs.

“Really?” he asked, referring to my following him.

“Yes. Now take off the shoes and whatever else and get in the bed.”

“What if I need to pee?” he asked with a smile.

“Then we’ll go to the bathroom,” I said without one.

He chuckled. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“Yeah. You should see me buy a car.” I watched as he took off his shoes and shirt, but I looked away as he unfastened his jeans and slithered out of them.

When I sensed he was in bed, I looked back. “Now isn’t that better than a chair on the porch?”

He nodded. “Thanks.” He yawned and folded his arms behind his head. “But I’ve got to get to Carla’s.”

“No, you don’t. She’ll be fine for the day. You don’t think he’d do anything in the middle of the day, do you? Besides, she has an alarm. She’s locked in a virtual fort over there.”

He didn’t look totally convinced.

I thought for a moment. Assessing the situation, I knew what I was going to do. I think I’d known when I’d gotten out of my car and walked onto Owen’s porch.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll stay with her today while you sleep.”

“You can’t do that. You have to get to work.”

“I won’t go today.”

“What?” he asked, not believing me. He had reason to be suspicious. I very rarely missed work. “You won’t miss work.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, just for that, I’m not going tomorrow, either.”

“Whatever!” he exclaimed.

“See, now I’m taking off the rest of the week.”

He threw his head up and laughed loudly. “You’re killing me.”

“Alright. That’s it. I’ll never work again. Satisfied?”

He stopped laughing. He stared at me with sleepy eyes, a worried expression on his face. “Are you serious?”

I shrugged. “Yeah. You just kept pushing me.” I smiled at him and changed my tone to one more serious. “I didn’t feel like going in today anyway. This just gave me a reason not to. Then I realized I may not go back.”

“What? You like your job.”

“I know. But there’s so much going on. I haven’t made my decision final yet, but I’m thinking about it. You go to sleep now. I’ll go sit with Carla today. Don’t worry about anything. You need to rest.”

He yawned again and I left him to sleep.

I would tell him later that I wasn’t kidding about not going back to work. With all that was happening and changing, I felt my time would be better spent at home. I wouldn’t tell him that now because I wasn’t telling anyone anything until I’d talked to Andy.

57 Bernie

I lay on my back with my head hung off the bed and stared at the room from this upside-down angle. I was frustrated. In every possible way.

I’d been jacking off almost constantly. Not because I wanted to so much as I had to. No sooner did I get rid of one boner than another one popped up. My arm was tired. My dick was sore. My balls ached. My ass itched. I stunk. The bed stunk and was covered in my dried cum. But who cares?

I sighed heavily. I knew without looking or feeling that my dick was hard. I didn’t understand why. I didn’t know it was possible to have a boner for so long.

I blamed the whore next door. My dick had been hard since the moment she moved in. I’d thought that screwing her would’ve fixed the problem, but it seemed to only have made it worse. Now, all I could do was think about what it had been like to do her and how nice it would be to do her again.

Damn.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, kicking dirty clothes out of my way as I went. The bathroom stunk more than I did. I kept forgetting to flush the toilet. It didn’t matter. I was getting ready to add to it.

I sat down and started dropping my smelly load.

Unable to stand it any longer, I picked up one of the porn magazines I kept on the floor. I thumbed through the pages, but each broad had the same face. It was the face of the whore next door. I threw it down and picked up another one, but it was the same thing.

I wanted to scream, but it wouldn’t help.

I turned to the fold-out picture in the center of the magazine and laid it on the floor between my feet. I spread my legs far enough apart to see it clearly and began pounding my flesh, once again.

It was growing increasingly difficult to get rid of a hard-on. I had to use more force and it was taking much longer. By the time I was finished, I was sweating and breathing hard.

I leaned down and picked up a towel from the floor and wiped the gunk off my hand, wondering how it was even possible to still have gunk left in me. I threw the towel back to the floor and finished dropping my load.

I remembered to flush this time. I had to flush twice since the toilet was so full, but finally it sat empty.

I needed a shower. I really didn’t care about anything anymore, especially hygiene, but I was tired of smelling myself. It was a horrible combination of sweat, ass, feet, and of course cum. I wondered if part of the reason I always had a boner was because I always smelled sex. Maybe if I washed away that smell, it would solve my problem. I doubted it, but maybe.

As I stepped into the shower, I remembered what it used to be like. Back when the shower was clean, the towels were fresh, and I had soap and shampoo. It seemed like such a long time ago, another lifetime.

I didn’t want that life any more. That life had left me. I used to want it back. But I was a different person then. In the time since, I’d become someone else, someone entirely different. I’d felt myself changing, but had been unable – and unwilling – to stop myself from becoming what I was now. Someone who didn’t give a rat’s ass whether the shower was clean, whether I had soap or clean towels, or whether I was clean. It just didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

I used the same cracked bar of soap to wash my body and my hair. I used no wash cloth. In the old life, I wouldn’t have even thought of showering without one. Now, who cared?

When I ran the soap over my dick, I noticed it was already half-hard again. I dropped my hand to my side and threw my head back and closed my eyes. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cut the damn thing off. After all, it’s part of the reason I didn’t have the old life anymore.