Twelve
Patrick
Right when I think I have it all figured out, I'm taken back to square one. Fuck. I was more than sure I got this one right. I really wanted it to be true but of course it's not and now I'm in this weird place caught between my neighbors mesmerizing hands and some online stranger's stalking.
He's admitted to watching me too though. He must have liked what he saw for him to touch me in all the ways he has recently. Then he left me hard and more confused in my kitchen when he said he invites others to his bed for other reasons than cuddling when I asked if that's what he wanted to do with me.
Does that mean he wants me in his bed for those other reasons? My heart feels like it's about to fly out of my chest as he stands close to me outside, reaching around me to pick peaches I can't reach. His lips were on mineonly minutes ago and I don't know how to act around him after that. After he's had his hand in my pants.
“Is it only peaches you're wanting to take with you, or will we be moving to the clementine trees next?”
“I…” I take a breath, running a hand over the back of my head. “Wait…what time is it?” I tense, stomach tightening. I almost forgot I have a date tonight that I don't want to miss. But I'm also not ready for my neighbor to leave yet, not if he plans on touching or kissing me again. I can't stop thinking about the way his tongue took over my mouth. So hungry and dominating.
“8:45,” his words echo around me.
Oh shit. Of course I've lost track of time. What do I even do in this situation? On one hand, Sheep Finder is this stranger who could be a serial killer for all I know who does this kind of stuff all the time and the guy next to me is…well I guess I don't know much more about him either. But I can actually see him. He's right here, constantly sweeping in like some white night and…and fuck…my thoughts are a scrambled mess, leading me no where fast.
“I have to actually go,” I rush out, struggling to meet his eyes.
“Go where? I thought you needed to get ready for this weekend?”
“I do but I have this thing I need to take care of around nine. A group discussion board thing,” I say, reaching for the basket.
“Alright. I can finish out here and you can come back and join me when you're done.”
“Look, I'm grateful for your help. I am but I'll just have to get up super early and finish. The other tree isn't as hard to reach and I don't plan on picking as many apples as I have peaches.”
He nods curtly, releasing the basket into my hands. “Okay then. If you do find you need help, just send one of your animals over to annoy me and I'll be over,” he says in a playful tone.
He's so much more easy going with each day that passes, almost pleasant to be around at times. There's still that hard edge but it's definitely softened since when we first met. He hasn't stopped being nerve wracking to be around though, holding a slight ominous vibe about him. Something dangerous that has me more curious than scared. Just like with Sheep Finder.
“I'll try to keep that in mind,” I say, my tone uneven and as I start to walk back to my house, he hooks his fingers around my arm. Looking back, my eyes flicker up at his and he gives me a half smile.
“Have a good night and be sure to make an extra pie just for me. I'll be there Saturday to pick it up.”
All I can do is nod as a shiver runs through me from his nose brushing over my ear. “Later, little bo. And I hope you like waffles.”
He sweeps hair from my eyes, his skin coming in contact causing heat to rush through me, and all I can do is stand here as he struts back across the way. When he's out of sight, my legs are able to move again and I reenter my house with the basket in hand feeling lost. Why did he tell me he hopes I like waffles?
I'm not sure I'll ever make sense of this man but predictably hasn't exactly worked for me in the past so maybe this is the change of pace I need. He keeps me on my toes. And he's not the only one who does either. My mind goes back to Sheep Finder. If he's not the man who was just here helping me pick fruit then who the hell is he? How does he know where I live? Why choose me? Will he soon grow bored and move onto someone else? Will my neighbor?
Every other guy I've wanted in the past did. But do I want some stalking stranger on the internet? I must if I was willing to send my hot as sin neighbor away so I can see how far today's one on one cam session would go. My thoughts only grow more scrambled as I enter the hot steaming shower. I take my time scrubbing my body, not wanting to be in my room too much later than nine but not wanting to be in there before then either.
I was going to be early and lock all my doors but the more I think about that dark figure at the cemetery watching me, the stronger my arousal grows. It's like a live wire is running through me. He might come into my house. No telling what he'll do to me either. I really am demented. This man could really hurt me and all I can do is smile under the warm water, closing my eyes as I slowly drag the loofah over my fluttering stomach.
I can always scream if it becomes too much and alert someone next door. Would he hear me and come? I guess that's how I'll know for sure if he's been keeping as much of a close eye on me as my online secret admirer.
Washing my hair next, I pour an extra amount of shampoo into my palm, getting my medium strands extra soapy so they take longer to rinse out. I hum a random tune, mixing it with another as I drag my nails along my scalp and release a soft moan. My cock bounces in front of me and my hole clenches as I open the curtain behind me, enough for anyone who may be watching through the window to get an eye full.
When I shut off the water, I look around me and yank a towel from the rack before ensuring the window isn't locked. I check the others in the house, opening the one in the living room and in my bedroom halfway to allow a slight breeze to enter. The mornings and afternoons are hot and humid as fuck but the evenings are cool and much more comfortable.
Once dry enough, I toss my towel over my desk chair and turn off all the lights, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. My breaths stutter when I read the time. Nine thirty. I'm late. Half an hour to be exact. Excitement stirs in me, my heart a racing mess as I struggle to lie still under my covers.
SheepFinder:Someone’s being a naughty little Bo for keeping me waiting for so long.
SheepFinder:I meant what I said earlier.
SheepFinder:I guess I'll have to keep proving to you that I'm a man of my word.