Every delicate touch and stroke gave Mia something that she never experienced before. Out in the distance of the room, she saw the black framed picture of her and Darryl from their first date. Both coming from good homes with strong beliefs in working hard and achieving one's dreams, they each brought something new to the relationship each day that neither one experienced before. Whether it was with Mia's recognition as teacher of the year last year or Darryl's new successes at the car dealership, they shared everything and brought freshness into their relationship. It was probably one of the reasons they had been together so long. There were no barriers whether it was sexual, communication or any other part of the relationship.
"Now, my princess, I want to make love to you. You ready?" Pushing her back onto the body hovering over her, he swiftly inserted his hard dick in her soaked pussy.
"Ahhhhhhh. Fuccckkkkkk!!!!" Mia moaned as the last of her orgasms splashed Darryl's hard dick.
"Oh, fuck yes!! Fuck!! Fuckkkkk!!!" Darryl's eyes rolled back into his head just as he came right into Mia's quivering pussy.
Darryl collapsed onto Mia, gently kissing her sweaty lips and breasts as the last of his seed trickled into her. It was as if he was an endless faucet who could provide endless hours of pleasure. Kissing her, his fervent flesh soaked hers, bonding them closer together as they relished in the aftershock of their passionate lovemaking.
Mia hoped their love would be one that would go on forever. Darryl was everything she expected in a man and so much more despite her mother's constant whining’s that she finds someone more on her level. He was closer to her level than any she had dated.
"I love you, Darryl Crawford. I hope we are together forever and more." Mia said.
"We shall be, my sweet princess. Don't you worry about it." Caressing her long brunette hair in his fingers, his gorgeous blue eyes looked at her as if she were some idol that needs to be worshiped by all men.
Life was good Mia thought to herself. Laying down rubbing Darryl's head against her breasts, his dick still in her overworked pussy, she couldn't wait till the next rendezvous. Soon, they would be on their way to a fantastic new adventure and fun that they would never experience before. She just knew it.
Chapter 2
Only hours after their steamy morning of sex and pleasure they were on the road to Pocono Mountains territory. The fresh smell of pine trees brought back memories of Darryl's childhood in one nostalgic moment as he recalled those long trips to the hills with his late father Hank Crawford, a respected member of the community with his own hunting store.
Darryl could see his father's long red fleece jacket from a distance as he climbed through this rough terrain so many times with him in his youth. His gaunt cheeks what many believe was just an active metabolism eventually turned out to be a massive tumor that claimed the life of the forty-six-year-old in the prime of his years, leaving his mother a widow at age forty-three and his children fatherless. Just looking into those winding paths as he drove along the narrow road which, oddly enough, was void of any traffic, brought a steady stream to his eyes. Damn, how could he do this in front of the love of his life and show any type of weakness? He was a man, not some damn school kid. Fuck, how embarrassing.
"Honey, you ok?" Not missing a beat Mia asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad case of allergies. I forgot how these pine trees affect my good old nose. They used to be much worse when I was a kid. I remember PA had to keep a steady supply of the latest allergy medicines, compliments of Mr. Hardy's Pharmacy." Pointing to his nose which indeed felt like it was getting a bit itchy, he knew he could pull such a small lie off. After all, it wasn't far from the truth anyways.
"Oh ok, just checking, baby. You know how I worry." Mia replied in that soothing melodic tone that she probably used millions of times in her first-grade classroom substituting the baby word for sugar muffin, her favorite name for her little people.
Mia sat back, her cheekbones a light pale complexion. Normally, Darryl wouldn't be alarmed for Mia -- she always had a pallid look ever since they dated -- however, this time, she looked so much more frail or susceptible. Forgetting that she was just a plain old city girl that probably didn't even know how to hike up a hill or do anything outside a pair of heels or sneakers, he wondered if she would be able to survive these parts.
"Fuck!!" Out of nowhere came one of those bulky trailers, the driver had a grimaced look on his lobster red face as if he had spent a whole night out drinking.
Barreling right in front of Darryl, not even being courteous enough to put on a signal or honk or anything, the irresponsible bastard had one of those soggy cigars hanging out of the corner of his crooked mouth. He couldn't help but notice the man's deep brown eyes were rolling around in his head like they were a pair of slots on a one-armed bandit. His shaking hands clutched the wheel as if he were going through some sort of metamorphous. Clearly, the man appeared to be out of sorts or having some attack.
"I don't think he knows what he is doing honey." Mia's alarmed face was clear in her gaping stare as she had never seen such a thing before.
"I know. I am going to see if I can honk or something if he'll pull over." Darryl had to do something and fast.
As if the man behind that swaying truck could answer his own question for him, he swiftly made a quick swerve off the road. The vehicle's jet black heavy wheels luckily got stopped in a patch of mud down below as it seemed stuck in limbo. Inches before one of those domineering pine trees the driver was hunched over the wheel in an unconscious state.
"Call 911 and tell them we have a man having an attack! He's driving a tractor trailer and we're at Pine Hills Drive right before the overpass. Tell them to hurry not sure what is going on!" Darryl hated yelling at his one and only true love but this was a matter of true life and death.
"Ok, got it!" Mia responded as she ran back to the car.
Running through the steep incline frantically hoping this man was not gone, Darryl recalled that same day when he was a senior in high school. His father on the last breaths of his life laid on the family's couch, his glazed eyes staring at the ceiling of their log cabin home that had been handed down from generation to generation to the eldest Crawford child. All anyone could do was sit there and wait. His mother, reciting her rosary in that hypnotic trance she did when in deep meditation, sat by her husband of twenty years' side. Unable to do a damn thing he had to watch his own father wither away to death. It would be different this time -- he would make a difference and he would save one person from death's door.
Gasping for breath, forgetting again how steep these hills were, especially when being away from them for so long, Darryl heard himself calling the driver in a panted gasp. Finally, what seemed an eternity had brought him to the driver's side. Judging from the man's bulky chest he was still breathing in a slow shallow movement. There was still time, Darryl thought frantically to himself, panting from the vigorous workout.
"Sir, are you ok? Sir, can you hear me?" Darryl shook the drivers' hanging arm, a gold watch clinging to his large wrist. With each tick tock, Darryl couldn't help but picture his own father's last living moments.
Looking back, he saw Mia was standing at the top of the hill, her denim shorts pulled up to the top of her lanky legs reminding him of some young high school girl about to go on a field trip. Her long sleek tawny hair pulled up in a ponytail, her riveting sable eyes gazing at her partner of five years in that perplexed look she often used when something was amiss. He couldn't help but wonder even in these dire circumstances how many times his sweet passionate lover used those same glaring looks on her innocent six-year olds when they were caught doing something mischievous.
"I called the police, Darryl. They said they should be here in about 10 minutes. Is he ok? You need me to do something?" Mia yelled.
"No. Stay where you are. This hill is a bit rough. I will be ok." Darryl responded not wanting to risk two people's lives.
The uniden
tified driver's eyes glazed over as he stared unconsciously into the sky above. Those rhythmic movements of his chest slowed down to a steady but barely noticeable heaving. The gurgling sound, that someone makes moments before death claims its victim, resonated from the man's throat. His lips, now a deep plum purple, gaped open revealing his yellow-tinged teeth. His eyes rolling back into the backs of his head clutching onto the steering wheel, the man, who probably had a family with children and grandchildren, gave up on whatever was ailing him. A short thirty seconds and the stranger opened his lips wider as a thick brown gooey substance trickled out. No more movement in his chest, the inevitable had become quite apparent.
Once again Darryl felt helpless and hopeless. It was his father's death being relived all over again. How could life be so fucking unfair? He wanted to do something, anything to bring this man back to a life of good health. As fate would have it, he was left looking at a corpse of someone he barely knew. It shouldn't have bothered him, but there was that steep stabbing pinch between his breast plates as he stood there, his legs feeling like rubber as if he were glued to the ground, forced to watch this revolting horror once again.
Blaring across the desolate winding highway their flashing scarlet lights beaming against a clear summer sky a parade of red and blue Ambulance and Police cars stampeded down the thoroughfare. One thing Darryl recalled all too well, that whenever there was any sort of emergency in Pocono Mountains, due to the smallness of the township and the close-knit relationship everyone had, the town's finest responded in such an efficient way it was one that he often thought should be shared with larger cities such as Philadelphia.
Mia's face, an image of emotions, today transformed into pure shock as she opened her mouth, just lost for words at the swiftness of the emergency response teams quick action. Putting up her hands waving the vehicles over to her so they could see the current situation and address the issue. Though it was obvious the man had a seizure or stroke or something dreadful occur, these small towns had officers that lambasted you for hours trying to pinpoint things on you even when it was obvious you had nothing to do with the entire situation. Hopefully, one of them would recognize him as a former local and cut loose the usual interrogation.
Hopping out of a white and blue Jeep, a man nearly as tall as some of the highest paying NBA players appeared. He had chiseled ivory white cheeks, piercing lagoon blue eyes, and a crop of fine auburn hair, almost looking like it was transparent upon his egg-shaped head. Grabbing his bluish black hat off the seat, Darryl's worst nightmares came true when he saw that lanky man's hobbling walk. It couldn't be, he thought, the person he was looking at. Last memories of this man were from a nursing home where the guy lay unable to walk or talk.
The closer he got the more Darryl realized his worst fears were being revealed before him. Shuffling along the pavement briefly talking to Mia his domineering glares staring at Darryl as if he were some sort of prey that needed to be wiped out. What could he possibly be saying to her? After all, it was an accident and the charges were dropped. That was probably not enough for Cory Hawkins, his once best friend and hunting partner.
Today seemed to be a day of reliving history for the twenty-five-years-old Darryl Crawford. Many of these memories were ones he had hoped were gone forever with no chances of coming back to haunt him. Starting to feel his idea of not coming back to the Pocono Mountains for so many years should have stayed that way for eternity. There were things here and secrets that occurred, which were best left in these burly mountains with the rough terrain.
The closer Cory came to him, the more his heart began to leap into the pit of his stomach. He heard the clamorous roar of his vessels pumping fervently sending a wave of sweat and apprehension through his skin. Clenching his fists already reliving one too many bad experiences, Darryl had no idea what he would say to the man he practically killed after a bad fight.
Cory treated his sisters like they were princesses but, in all reality, they were nothing more than whores something that went against all of Darryl's principles. He loved sex as much as the next guy on this planet but more than anything he loved a girl who was trustworthy, loyal and honest. This was something Cory's eldest sister Sally wasn't.
That terrible night in the back of his parents' home, only a month since his own father died, brought terrible consequences for Darryl. Both boys had drunk a lot and had no idea of the words they were saying and one thing led to another on that sultry July night when Cory had a bullet hit him clear in his chest. Luckily, it had missed his heart but had caused a good deal of permanent damage.
Cory's mother and Darryl's mother both friends since high school decided to end this amicably but the ongoing guilt that haunted Darryl for nearly ten years was one major reason he never returned here. Cory, only feet away, his twitching face gazing at his once best friend in the world had Darryl wonder if the now officer of the law would return the favor and shoot him square in the head. Chances of him getting in trouble were next to null. Darryl had heard that Cory had become a big thing in the Poconos and most worshiped him as if he were some god that had just landed out of the sky from heaven.
"Darryl fucking Crawford. Long time no see, my friend. How are you?" Cory, the man Darryl had injured with his father's rifle, acted like nothing happened.
Taken back Darryl wasn't sure if this was some sort of trick that maybe he threatened his sweet Mia, the love of his life, with dire consequences if she acted like there was trouble in paradise. Looking around he wondered if there was someone else he could possibly be talking to or maybe he had just fallen asleep and this was just a dream that one's twisted consciousness plays on someone when they feel guilty for something that could have been avoided.
"Aren't you going to talk, man?" Cory spoke again, this time, putting out his hand.
"Yeah, I am... I am doing..." Darryl lost for words felt a surge of anxiety swell through him. Something he wasn't accustomed to he totally felt out of control of the situation. It was a feeling that he really didn't like having.
"Man if you are still thinking about that -- I am so over it, bro. I have often thought about looking you up on Facebook. I miss you, buddy." Cory said putting out his hand and grabbing Darryl's.
"How could you forgive all that? The guilt and the shit that happened that night have been one of the reasons I never came back home."
"Dude, I am saved now. I am a member of the Pocono Brothers Mission for Christianity. One thing I learned since I joined the mission is that we need to turn our cheeks just as the Lord has. By the way, not to be too sinful, but your girl is quite the hottie. Praise Jesus." He grinned. Darryl couldn't help but notice poor Cory had a crooked look on his mouth, probably the result of the bullets impending impact on his motor skills.
"Well, I am glad you found some happiness. Also, I hope you didn't say anything to my girl up there about that incident, did you?" Darryl asked hoping that the hatchet on the shooting tragedy was buried for good.
"Of course not, bro. I told you I am over that. Hey, so what happened here?" Cory asked looking at the driver in the truck.
"Oh, this guy cut us off, was traveling crazy on the highway up there and drove down this cliff. I tried to see what I could do but he was pretty far gone when I got to him and I think he's... he's…"
"Dead?" Cory asked his eyes raised in question as if he suspected something along the lines of foul play occurred.
"Yes. He's dead. I am so sorry I came home. First I had a... forget it," Darryl said. He certainly didn't want to go on into his revelation of his father's vision along the hill and how he couldn't save this man and how he felt the same as he did at his own father's terrible death.
"It's ok, man. I know coming home has to be hard. Listen, I will write up the report. You guys go on. Hey, by the way, here’s my phone number. Don't be a stranger, please. How long you guys here for?" Pulling out a white card with Cory's name in bright gold letters and a picture of Jesus leading his sheep in the backgroun
d, confirmed of his new religious lifestyle.
"We are here for the weekend. My girl teaches school so she has to be at work. You know how that goes." Darryl responded lying, knowing Mia took off.
"Well, if you guys have time before you go home that's my phone number. Maybe you can stop by and have a barbecue with me." Cory responded his speech showing signs of slowed dialect, another impact of that terrible night.
"Sure man. I will give you a call."
Darryl gave Cory a brief hug and started his long incline back up the hill. The army of paramedics and other emergency responders passed him by their empty stares not bothering him a bit. Once serving on the volunteer fire department out here Darryl remembered many times when he would just be focused on the current task not thinking twice about anyone.
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