I am sitting in the middle of the drive-way drinking a wine cooler, watching a group of young children play hide and seek. Another group, teenagers, walk by with backpacks hanging from their shoulders. One girl, maybe thirteen, fourteen, stops and stares at me from the sidewalk.I stare back at her, waiting for her to move on. I have been sitting here for three days only leaving to take a piss and grab a bag of chips. I have also forced Amanda to park her car along the street since I block the garage. Neighbors have called the police on me, however, since I own the house and the driveway is still my property I have the right to do as I wish. I haven’t harmed anyone. Only sat here, drinking, watching. Waiting.
The girl attempts to wave at me, but stops and her hand drops back down to her side. Instead she starts moving towards me. Her friends scream at her to leave “the crazy man” alone, but she tunes them out. Our eyes are hooked; she stands less than three inches away from me. I check out her pink lips, her blonde hair. “Why are you always out here? Don’t you have a life or something?”
I take a sip, “I used to. Now I am nothing, but a very lonely man.” I turn my attention to her friends, who have seem to have gotten bored and moved on. They scream their good-byes to the girl and walk home. The children playing have disappeared.
“Why? Don’t you have any friends?” She takes a step back.
I thought of Justin and our last meeting. “They’re… not here.”
“Where are you from?”
I stand from my chair and start talking towards the door. “You ask too many questions. I need to pee.” I open the door and step inside. She follows me, always standing an arms reach apart. Walking into the kitchen, grab a Pepsi from the fridge. She stares at me blankly, “I thought you had to pee.”
“Are you going to follow me in there and hold my dick?” I throw the Pepsi at her. Her black fingernails standing out on her pale skin.
“No… You interest me though.”
“You don’t want to know me.” I sit down on the couch, feeling the breeze from outside flow into the house. “Close the door.”
She never takes her eyes off me as she kicks the door closed. “I have to be home by eight.”
“That’s… um, nice.” She moves closer to me, dropping her bag to the floor, placing the Pepsi on the table. She kneels before me, hands moving up my thighs. I close my eyes and throw my head back. I can feel the trace of her tongue and her pink lips taking me in. She half attempts to blow me, but she uses too much spit and I can’t feel a thing. My dick is half hard when I pull her away from me. I tell her to lay on the couch as I move up her shirt, taking a small nipple in my mouth. Her jeans slid of easily that I’m able to use one hand. I laugh to myself as I see that she had creamed her panties as I pull them off. Her sweet, virginal musk quickly fills my nose. Almost instantly, my dick becomes completely hard. I force myself into her, feeling the blood trail down my balls and staining the couch.
“Christina! Come on!” The girl loses interest and runs away from me. I am sitting in the middle of the drive-way drinking a wine cooler, watching a group of young children play hide and seek. One girl, maybe thirteen, fourteen, walks by on the sidewalk.