Nate
Motherfucker. Audrey is making me crazy. I don’t know how much longer I can take seeing her face, and hearing her voice every morning and night, while she sings her way through her apartment, and into the shower.
I’ve been beating off to the sound of her voice every morning while taking my shower. Not to mention the fact that my sister took off to the Bahamas, leaving me alone with Audrey on the days Lewis has scheduled off. I can’t escape her or my growing attraction to her.
After four days, the sexual tension between us is at an all-time high along with my anxiety. I’ve had to have my dosage upped on my medication to cope. I’m drinking more than I’d like and so is Audrey.
I don’t know what came over me when I asked her to go to the fair. Lewis is closing tonight so I thought we could both use some time away from the bar. A little fun and a chance to cut loose.
I’m waiting out back by my motorcycle when I see Audrey walking toward me.
She’s breathtaking in her dark skinny jeans and graphic tee. My lips immediately tug into a smile. “You ever been on a motorcycle?” I question, noting her nervous expression as teeth graze over her bottom lip.
She shakes her head. “No.” I explain to her how to get off and on first. Telling her where to put her feet on the pegs and how she should sit, keeping her arms secure around my waist and not lean when I take a curve or corner.
I go over the directions with her twice just to be sure she gets it. I’ve been riding my bike since I got back, but I haven’t ridden with a passenger since before I left for the Army.
When I hand her a helmet she scrunches her nose. “That will totally flatten my hair,” she whines.
“Better your hair to be flat than banging your head on the pavement if something were to go wrong.”
“True. Very true.” I get on first and tell her to use my shoulder for balance if she can’t get her leg over.
Once Audrey is on with her arms snug around my waist I set off on the short drive to the fairgrounds.
She does good for a new rider, I only have to remind her not to lean once.
We arrive at the fair and I pay for our tickets and parking.
I’m tempted to take her hand in mine, but don’t want to make her feel awkward as we stroll through food vendors making our way past the games to the rides.
“What first? Ladies’ choice,” I tell her.
“Do you promise not to laugh if I tell you something?”
“Of course,” I answer, knowing it’s a promise I can’t keep.
“I’ve never been on a ride before?”
“Never? Not even a carousel?”
“Nope.”
“Ferris Wheel?”
She shakes her head and I take her hand in mine, liking all too much the way it feels. “We are gonna have to do something about that. Are you scared of heights?”
She shakes her other hand. “Kinda.”
I am tempted to take her straight to the Ferris Wheel, so she’ll hopefully stay closer to me, but I don’t. “We’ll do the bumper cars first.”
“I’m a terrible driver,” she confesses.
I chuckle, and we get in line.
Audrey wasn’t kidding. She can’t drive for shit but the smile she wears while she keeps getting hit from all sides says she is taking it all in stride. I attempted to come to her aide a few times, but those middle school aged kids were brutal. I think it was their way of flirting with her and I can’t say that I blame them.
“I think you have a fan club,” I tell her as I help her from her car, nodding my head toward the group of giggling boys starting at us.
“Doubtful They are probably buzzing about my terrible driving skills.”
I want to tell her it is because she is so beautiful but refrain.
We make our rounds, riding the spider, the tilter whirl, and finally the Ferris Wheel.
“I don’t know if I can do this. That looks really high.” She stares up as the wheel rotates as people get off and new ones get on. “Will we be stopped at top like that?” Her face looks a little green.
“Possibly, but I will protect you.” I wink, and she blushes.
It’s our turn to get on and Audrey grabs my hand in her shaky clammy one. “Hey, we don’t have to if you’re scared,” I tell her in all seriousness.
She lets out a deep breath. “No, I want to.”
We sit on the bucket seats and Audre clings to me when we move forward, and our bucket starts to rock.
“Should it be moving like this?” She stares deep into my eyes and I wonder what she’d do if I kissed her? I can feel her breath on my neck as she leans into me. I hug her body closer to mine as we make our way back and around as the rest of the seats are filled.
We are stopped at the top looking out over the fair. All the lights and the noise would normally bother me but focusing on Audrey is keeping me in control.
“Wow.” She breathes the word out softly. “This is kinda incredible, isn’t it?” The wonderment of a child shines in her eyes and I am mesmerized by only her in this moment.
I tilt her chin in my direction, staring deeply in her eyes. “Thank you…for this.”
“No thanks needed.”
“It’s just I feel sorta weird.” Audrey turns away and the ride starts up. “For the first time since everything that happened I’ve been able to get my mind off it and we are having such a good time…I feel…”
“Guilty,” I finish for her.
“Yeah,” she replies and the moment between us is lost.
“You ever had a funnel cake?” I ask once the ride is over.
“No.”
“Come on. You haven’t truly experience the fair until you’ve eaten one and won a stuffed animal.”
We continue the night laughing, eating junk food, and playing games. I won her a fish in a bowl but being on my bike we have no way of getting it home. There’s a young girl trying desperately to win one for her little brother and I can’t help but grin when Audrey gives them ours.
“You have to promise me, you’ll take care of him,” she tells the pair going into a spiel about the proper care. One day she will make a great mother.
All the talk my family put into my head about Audrey keeps creeping its way in, worming a hole in my heart that can only be filled by her.
I shouldn’t want her, but I do.
The ride home is quiet, and I wish I knew what she is thinking.
A full day has passed. Audrey has felt cold and distant. She’s avoiding me. Maybe the fair was too much too soon. I’m trying to give her space. I know she is still grieving my brother. God knows I would give anything to bring him back. I’d gladly take his place but there is a part of me, a very selfish part of me that wants to keep Audrey for myself.
I’ve never really had anyone good. Audrey doesn’t see it yet, but maybe she could be my good.
We’re closing together, and she’s had a few shots too many. All of our customers have taken off, including our staff.
I’m wiping down the counter when I see her take to the stage. She’s stumbling, and her makeup is smeared.
Thunder rumbles making her jump. The lights flicker, and she starts to sing, The Thunder Rolls, by Garth Brooks.
I can’t help but chuckle, not only at her choice of song, but also at the way she prances around the stage as though she were giving the performance of a lifetime.
She continues to belt out the lyrics, ignoring my presence completely as I turn the chairs up over the tables.
I go through the kitchen after making sure the backdoor is locked, and I turn down the lights.
When I get back out front, Audrey is behind the bar downing another shot. “One for the road.” She holds the glass up in my direction and I shake my head. Under different circumstances, I could easily see myself being able to fall hard for her. Only whenever I think about a future with her, I am reminded of Joe JR and that she was his girl not mine.
I grab tonight’s deposits to put them in the safe. “If you want to go upstairs, I can handle locking the door,” I offer knowing she needs to get in bed. She’s turned off the sound system and most of the lights. I’m not strong enough to get her upstairs to her bed and leave without touching her a second time. She nods, and I go to the office to finish up.
After dropping the money in the safe, I grab my keys from the desk and make for the bar. One more beer won’t hurt, and it gives me an excuse to stay down here, instead of upstairs where Audrey is.
The rain starts to pour, and lightning is crackling in the sky. Looks like I’ll be here a bit longer.
I toss my empty bottle in the trash and play some darts alone in the dark with the storm to keep me company. It isn’t long before fantasies of what could have been had I chose to follow Audrey upstairs take over my thoughts.
I would wrap my fingers up in her long thick hair, getting a fistful, pulling her head back, and giving her a heated kiss. She’d moan and lean into me as I strip her body bare of any clothes. Her breasts would spill out of her white lace bra, her nipples hard, eager to be teased by my mouth and fingers.
My cock grows harder the more I imagine touching her, claiming her for my own. I don’t know why I am torturing myself. She doesn’t want me but the man she cries for is dead and gone.
I put the darts away and lock the door since the rain is coming down lighter now. Time to go upstairs and jerk off while I think about a woman I shouldn’t crave.