TWO
Fisher
I expected to fix Anna’s car and send her on her way, but the piece of shit was beyond repair. As a result, the amber-eyed would-be rape victim became a permanent passenger on the back of my bike – at least for the day.
After riding all afternoon and evening in the hot Texas sun, we stopped for the night at a seedy motel outside El Paso.
“It’s not that bad.” She pressed her hand against the corner of the bed. “It thought it was going to be awful.”
“It’s better than what I’m used to, that’s for sure.”
She stretched, arching her back as she did so, and then smiled. Her dirty blond hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and the glow of her deeply tanned skin gave hint that she’d spent the day in the sun.
I was physically exhausted from spending ten hours on the bike, but my male anatomy didn’t seem to realize it. At least not when I looked at her for any length of time. As I promptly changed from flaccid to stiff, I turned toward the far wall.
I peered beyond the sun-bleached drapes. My eyes came to focus on the dilapidated office situated at the end of the ‘L’ shaped row of run-down motel rooms.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I was simply trying to regain control of my stiff cock. I knew if I spent any time looking at her, I’d never win the struggle.
“Just tired.” I glanced in her direction. “If you want to shower first, I’ll get my bedroll situated.”
She cocked her hip and gave me a look. “Bedroll?”
“Sleeping bag.” I gestured toward my pile of belongings situated just inside the door. “Or whatever you want to call it.”
“The bed’s big enough for both of us,” she said.
When I combined the three years I’d been in the Marine Corps to the seven-year sentence I served in federal prison, I came up with ten years.
In short, it had been a decade since I’d been with a woman. Despite my cock’s desires, I needed to do what was right. Fucking a girl who was nearly gang raped eight hours prior wasn’t going to earn me a pass through the pearly gates, I knew that much.
My gaze fell to my boots. “Probably not a good idea.”
She pulled the hair tie from her ponytail, and then began to rake the tangles from her hair with the tips of her fingers. “Why?”
I took another quick look at her, admiring her silky-smooth legs as I did so. I shifted my eyes to the parking lot. “Did a three-year tour in the Marines. Got shipped from Afghanistan to prison for shooting an unarmed man, and did a seven-year bit in federal prison for manslaughter.”
“Been out for...” I glanced at my watch. “About twelve hours. Bought that bike and this gear, and then ran into you.”
“Oh. Wow,” she said. “You just got out.”
“I sure did.”
“Did you learn your lesson, or whatever?”
I laughed. I’d learned a lesson or two, but it had nothing to do with being locked up. All I had to do was take an honest look at the sequence of events that got me to prison.
“My life’s black and white, and I always do what’s right. At least that’s my intention. There wasn’t really a lesson for me to learn while I was locked up. It’s not what you’re probably thinking.”
“Okay. Well, at least it’s over.”
My time in prison was over, but my experiences in combat were going to live with me forever.
I let out a breath. “After what happened over there, I figure I’ve got a lot of making up to do with the man.”
Her eyes thinned slightly. “The man?”
I pointed my index finger toward the ceiling.
“Oh.” She grinned. “Him.”
“Yeah, Him.”
“I don’t think he’ll care if we sleep in the same bed.”
“If we sleep? I’m guessing not. If we…” I cocked my head to the side and gave her a look. “Considering what happened at the bar, if we, you know, I’d feel like I took advantage of you.”
“You mean, if we boned?”
I chuckled a dry laugh. “Yeah.”
“I just started my lady days,” she said with an awkward smile. “So, there’ll be none of that.”
“Alright, then.”
“Not that I’m not interested. It’s just…”
“Understood,” I said.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked, her tone innocent and soft.
“Sure.”
“If you were a Marine, why were you charged with killing someone when you were at war?”
“It was a strange series of circumstances. I’ve always said everything happens for a reason. I’m sure there was one. I suppose I’ll figure it out one of these days.”
“You’re not mad that it happened to you?”
“Mad?” I shook my head. “I’m not mad. Disappointed, maybe.”
She grinned. “I like your attitude.”
I dragged the rubber band out of my hair and shook my head. “I like your eyes.”
“They feel like they’ve got sand in them. I’ll take a shower, and then we can relax.”
“Sounds good.”
She took a few steps toward the bathroom, and then peered over her shoulder. “You haven’t been with a woman in ten years?”
“That is correct.”
“Not even…”
“Other than watch one walk past, no.”
She looked me up and down, and then met my gaze. “Do you want to shower together?”
I gawked at her in disbelief of what she’d asked. The look on my face prompted her to continue.
“Just a shower, nothing else,” she said. “Since you saved me from those monsters, I’ve spent eight hours hugging you. I know we’ve been on the motorcycle and all, but I haven’t let you go all day. I feel like we’ve known each other for longer than a day.” She turned to face me. “Can you do that? Just take a shower?”
My cock was hard enough that it could cut diamonds, but she didn’t seem to care – or notice. The thought of showering with her excited me and filled me with apprehension.
I’d been out of prison for all of twelve hours. I had no idea where my life was headed, but for the time being, it really didn’t matter.
What mattered was standing in front of me in cut-off jean shorts and a pair of worn sneakers. Her hair was a matted mess, she was sunburned, and her once white tee shirt was stained from sweat and the blowing West Texas dirt.
Yet.
She looked beautiful.
In the end, it was my responsibility to not only recognize her as being so, but to make her feel that way. Taking a shower with her wasn’t the answer.
“I’m sure I could, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
“I’m fresh out of prison, and you’re fresh out of a sexual assault. Neither of us are going to be able to make our best decisions right now. Let’s keep things simple between us, at least for now.”
“Okay.” With a content soft smile, she turned toward the bathroom. “That’s probably what’s best.”
As I watched her walk to the shower, I was amazed at how she could achieve the impossible. Somehow, Anna Marie Mc Cay raised the bar on just how hard my cock could get.
Keeping my hands to myself wasn’t going to be easy by any means.
But, then again, my life had never been easy.