Chapter 5

My mind swirled with thoughts of Marcus; I wasn’t afraid of him at all. Shouldn’t a person be afraid of a man who had a house full of guns? There was just something about him when he was there next to me; I could feel he was not some evil monster. His energy was all positive, and even the fact that I knew he had just hauled six large bags of guns into his house didn’t make me think anything bad about him.

Certainly, I could be wrong. There was that man in the bar when I was out with my friends. I thought he seemed like a totally nice guy. Then before the night was over, I watched as he punched and choked another man until the police were called and took him away to jail. So maybe I wasn’t that good at telling a good guy from a bad one.

My body said he was a good guy for sure … my mind was trying to talk me out of it. But throughout my life, I had been pretty good at reading men. It was something I prided myself on. Actually, I could read both men and women. There was a way people carried themselves, how they made eye contact, what they did with their hands. All of it came together to give me a gut feeling about the person.

I watched out my bedroom window as the lights in Marcus’s house turned on and then off again. He seemed to have moved the bags into the second bedroom and had the light on in there for a good twenty minutes before he turned it off.

I then watched as the light in his kitchen came on, and his face appeared at the kitchen sink. He was doing dishes. I was basically a creepy stalker standing and watching my neighbor’s every move. It struck me as odd that a man who just unloaded what were probably six bags of guns into his house was now domestically washing his dishes.

Laughing to myself, I finally lay down. My sleep schedule had been off for weeks. Really, it had been off since that night out drinking with Willow and friends. Now I was up until three or four in the morning almost every night and sleeping until noon during the day. I didn’t mind the schedule very much, but it just made me feel a bit lazy.

Tomorrow, I would again have to stay up late because I needed to hike into the woods to get my final photograph for my show. I had scoped out the perfect spot at the top of a steep hill. If I lay just right on the hill, I would be able to see the Milky Way set of stars, a huge fir tree, and a half moon. I was hoping the moon would have a ring of red around it like the forecast I followed had suggested. But there was no way to confirm that for sure. I would just have to see if the weather worked in my favor.

I slept in the next day and waited until after ten at night to hike into the woods. Throughout the day, I had looked for Marcus, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided against stopping by his house. The thought of all those guns inside was freaking me out a bit.

When Stanley knocked on my door toward the end of the afternoon, I couldn’t help being relieved that he had come over. I needed something to get my mind off of Marcus. I couldn’t wait to have a fun afternoon of sex with Stanley.

“Stanley, how the heck are you?” I asked as he stood at my door.

“I’m hard as a rock and been thinking of you all day at work. I need to be inside you,” he said bluntly.

“Then let’s get our butts upstairs,” I said as I shut the door behind him.

Stanley and I were comfortable with each other. There was no worrying about what he thought of my hair or my body. I didn’t have to do my makeup or even wash the stains off my hands. This was one of the reasons that our relationship worked so well.

We clearly enjoyed each other; there was no doubt about that. I had an orgasm every single time Stanley and I were together. I felt free to relax, and he was a genuinely nice guy. Sometimes I wondered why we still continued with our love affair, but then I thought about not having him in my life, and I didn’t like that thought at all. Stanley made me happy. It was a different sort of attraction than I had for Marcus, but I really did enjoy having him around.

“I want to be on top,” I told him as we started to strip our clothes off.

“Sounds good to me. I love watching you fuck me.”

“I’m already wet; lay your ass down, and I’m climbing on,” I said eagerly.

I grabbed a condom and rolled it over his erect body before straddling him. His throbbing member pressed deep into me and took me a moment to adjust to, but I loved how he filled me up. Slowly I started rocking on top of him and sliding my clit against him.

The thing about having a sexual relationship with a friend like Stanley was that I could orgasm so quickly that I’d become addicted to it. Stanley let me move on top of him at my own pace. He grabbed my hips and helped me as I thrust on him, but he predominately let me be in charge.

“You look so good moving on me like that,” he said.

“I love how comfortable we are together. I feel like we could do this forever. Are you sure you don’t want to move in with me again?”

We were still in the midst of having sex, but I had been wondering about him moving in again. It was easier for us if we just lived together. I knew he wanted the ideal world and was looking for a wife, but he kept coming back to me, so maybe he’d changed his mind.

“I’m thinking about it,” he groaned as I felt him starting to thrust harder and harder.

“Have you seen my new neighbor? I’m thinking of bedding him,” I said through a bit of a moan as my body started to give in to our movements.

“Yeah, he’s hot. I bet he won’t be okay with us, though.”

That was a very true statement. Marcus didn’t strike me as the sort of guy who would value my affinity for having multiple men in my life. Although, I would really have loved to keep him around if he did like that.

We ended up coming together as our thrusts increased, and he watched for me to start to release. We had been having sex for enough months that he knew the warning signs of when my orgasm was coming.

It was a beautiful stress releasing afternoon and exactly what I needed before heading into the woods to get the picture of my dreams.