“Fucking awesome,” she exclaimed.
“Okay?” I grimaced at her observation, especially since I really didn't want to be there.
“So what are we supposed to be cleaning in there?” she asked facing me with these wide eyes.
“Uh,” I stalled before looking at the work order Jamal texted me. “Well, it's the living room. Looks like somebody was squatting here and got murdered two days ago. So, according to this, there's blood soaked carpeting, bone and brain fragments in the drywall, and excrement in both the living room and kitchen.”
“Fuck,” exclaimed Heather with a shocked look on her face.
I actually wondered if this was such a good idea or not.
It wasn't like this was a T.V. show of some kind. This was real life, and I doubted Heather had ever seen anything like this before. So staring into her big worried eyes, I was just about to tell her that she didn't have to go when...
“Well, what the fuck are we waiting for, bro?” she asked with a newborn smile. “Let's go clean up some shit.”
She then hopped out of the car and just stood there examining the house in front of us.
It was the weirdest thing ever. But then again, if this was going to allow me to spend time with the woman of my dreams, all I could do was jump out of the car and join her.
About ten minutes later, Brian finally showed up to the site in the company van.
“Big Nick!” he shouted tossing a cigarette. “You have no idea how happy I am you're here instead of that Jamal guy. Fuckers always talking and calling me 'friend' and shit.”
“Brian,” I made sure to announce to Heather.
Brian shook my hand, but his eyes were locked on Heather.
I definitely recognized the look and the thoughts behind it. So let's just say that I wanted nothing more than to punch his face in for looking at her like that, but instead chose to introduce her.
“This is Heather,” I said.
“Heather,” he repeated taking her hand, going as far as to kiss it. “Accented, my sweet.”
“What?” giggled Heather.
“I think he means enchante,” I clarified.
“Yeah, that,” confirmed Brian.
“Anyway, we should really get started,” I began leading Heather to the van.
She let me take her by the hand, leaving Brian behind like the asshole he was. But just the thought of it, the fact that Heather actually came with me, much less, was holding my hand.
I felt like the absolute man.
Some time later, the three of us were dressed in bio-hazard suits, equipped with filtered respirators, gloves and boots. Heather looked really cute in hers, especially since it was a little too big for her. But she was safe, and couldn't have been happier to be in her gear.
“Okay, grab the buckets, bags and mops,” said Brian handing me the stuff to give to her. “Big Nick and I'll grab the rest.”
I let Brian lead the way, staying by Heather's side the entire way to the house.
“You cool?” I asked looking over at her.
“Yeah,” she cheered. “This is so fucking cool.”
“Maybe you should save the excitement until after you see all the blood and guts,” suggested Brian from up ahead. “From what I was told, this dude wasn't only killed, he was scared shitless; literally.”
I wanted him to shut up so bad. I mean, sure, Heather wanted to see this, but I was still banking on the fact that she'd go running the moment we went in. So I really didn't need Brian scaring her before I was able to chase after her, take her into my arms, and have that moment when she was so terrified that she would hold onto me for dare life.
“Chill out, Brian,” I made sure to put a bit of bass in my voice.
“What?” he chuckled.
“I'm cool, Nick. Really,” said Heather tapping me with the mop in her hand. “I've seen this sort of stuff on T.V.”
“Yeah, but that's not the same thing as seeing it for real, Heather,” I tried warning her. “There's something different about actually standing amongst this sort of stuff.”
“Yeah,” shouted Brian through his mask, finally reaching the door. “You ain't never had to smell it.”
Again, I wanted him to shut up. But luckily he went ahead and opened the door before I had to, and all I had to do was get my arms ready to hold Heather in a bit.
“The smell, huh?” she asked with not even the mask she had on concealing the beauty of her smile.
I just kept my eyes on her the entire time as we both followed Brian into the house.
All I kept thinking was how beautiful she was. Her smile, her eyes, the way she just was. All of it captivated me beyond words. And to think that just this time yesterday she was only a dream to me, a treasure that seemed to allude me for so long. But now, there she was, and I absolutely refused to let her go. So, of course, I made sure to stay close to her when we finally entered the house. And the moment Brian switched on the lights, I was right there and prepared to chase after Heather.
The scene was terrible. Not as bad the some of the ones I 'd seen, but definitely bad enough that I heard Heather gasp from shock. Besides the house itself being rundown and nasty, the blood staining the shredded rug and wall nearest to the kitchen made it worse. Not to mention the shit stain leading from the kitchen to the blood itself.
The blood had already turned black and decorated the rug in a starfish pattern, splattering outward from a thick stain in the center. The wall standing over it was drenched in black blood too, but that was more of a consolidated splatter; more focused. It wasn't like I was a crime scene investigator or anything like that, but I could easily tell that the victim had been shot while standing against he wall, then dropped to the floor where he or she bled out all over the rug.
Regardless if I was right or not, I immediately looked over at Heather again and checked to see how she was doing. But shockingly enough, standing there next to me, mop and bucket in hand, bio-hazarded protected from the spores that had most definitely filled the air, she was actually smiling. A big ole smile as if she was staring at a freaking magic trick, Heather didn't look distraught at all.
And then she spoke and really let me know how she felt about the whole thing.
“Awesome,” she declared with a soft voice. “This-Is-Just-Fucking-Awesome.”
I couldn't help find her reaction a bit scary and shivered, but I still smiled. And for a second there, it was like we were the only two people there, two people with a long, beautiful future ahead of us standing in a house where somebody had been murdered just a couple of days before. But that was before Brian had to open his big fat trap again.
“Okay, kids!” he shouted turning to us. “If you can lean, you can clean! So let's get cleaning, shall we?!”
“After you,” said Heather gesturing me to lead the way.
All I could do was smile, wishing the entire time that I could just kiss her.
THREE
It was almost dawn by the time I drove Heather back to her place. We'd spent practically the entire night scrubbing and picking up everything that we could in the house, and Brian and Jamal were still going to have to go back later that night to finish up. Still, Heather seemed to have the time of her life, even cracking jokes every time she found a new bone fragment in the drywall and carpet.
“Found another one!” she'd cheered each time, being that she had Brian keeping count of who found the most.
And just for the record, she'd won.
“We're here,” I announced staring at her flowing hair and beautiful skin. “You must be beat? You should get some sleep.”
“Sleep?” she asked sitting all attentively beside me. “Bro, I am way to psyched to go to sleep. No way! I'm as wide awake as ever now. I mean, did you see the way the blood was all crusted up in the carpet? That's us, bro. Nothing more than crusted blood. I mean, shit really puts your life in perspective.”
Again, I was totally shocked to hear someone like her talking like that. But the more sh
e did it, the more amazing she became to me.
All I wanted to do was kiss her so badly, to let her know just how much I loved her. I mean, I'd been in love with her since the first day I'd seen her, but this was different. I knew her now. I'd seen her laugh for me. I'd heard her voice talking to me. I'd felt her hand.
I existed for her.
“What do you plan on doing then?” I asked trying to catch my breath.
“Like I said, I definitely can't go to sleep,” she said looking over at me. “So, uh...you wanna come in, maybe?”
“Yeah,” I answered a bit to anxiously, but I quickly caught myself. “I mean, if you want me to?”
Heather stared at me for a second, almost as if rethinking her invite. But with a slight nod of her head and a smile that almost made my heart stop, she gestured me to follow her on up to her apartment. You can bet your ass that I didn't think twice about it, quickly climbing out of the car and hot on her heels.
Before long, I was actually sanding in Heather's apartment. The same apartment I'd stood outside of just the night before trying to hear whether or not she'd been having sex with another man, and now I was actually standing inside.
It wasn't fancy, but it fit Heather's style. It was really laid back with a sofa decorated by a throw rug, a small coffee table, flat screen T.V., and from what I could see, the kitchen wasn't all that either. But then my eyes fell on the small hall that most likely led to her bedroom, and I couldn't help but wonder what it must've looked like?
“You want something to drink?” she asked throwing her keys on the table.
“Uh, sure,” I replied standing there with my hands in my pocket.
Heather made her way into the kitchen, opened the fridge and examined its contents. I, meanwhile, stood in her living room and just stared at her from a distance.
The way her ass looked so perfect when she bent over to look inside the fridge, the light humming she was doing that I could hear from where I was standing, the fact that she actually knew I existed. It was all so surreal, and I still couldn't believe I wasn't dreaming.
“Okay,” she shouted snapping me out of my daze. “So I have beer, some wine in a box, and some more beer.”
“Uh...beer,” I requested.
Heather grabbed two brews from the fridge, popped open the caps, and then made her way back into the living room.
“What the fuck are you doing still standing there?” she asked handing me one of the beers.
“You didn't tell me I could sit,” I replied with a nervous twinge.
“What the fuck? Are you a dog?” she joked dropping on the sofa. “Sit your ass down, bro.”
I did as I was told, but made sure to keep from looking too tense.
In the end, I was sitting next to a goddess, and I really didn't know what to expect of myself. I had wanted her for so long, I found it nearly impossible to quiet down the voices begging me to jump all over her. And believe you me, the hardest part was quieting the other voices that were practically screaming at what to do to her afterward.
“So?” I said glancing over at her just staring off into space. “You okay?”
“Oh yeah, I'm fine,” she said taking a swig of her beer. “It's just that...it's so crazy you know?”
“What?”
“What we saw tonight,” she turned to me. “The fact that all that blood, all those bone fragments, the shit stains, all that shit belonged to a person, you know? An actual breathing, blood pumping, person with a history, maybe even family. And now...Well now, all he or she is, is some blood and shit. They'll never talk again. Never smile. Never hear a story. It's all over for them, you know?”
“Yeah,” I said looking away and actually contemplating her deep thoughts.
“Makes you realize just how fucked up life is and how you can't go around wasting it,” she added.
“Tell me about it.”
I was just sitting there thinking about how much of my own life I'd wasted. Not only growing up, but in the fact that I could've been spending all this time with Heather already if I'd only had the balls to step up to her when I'd first seen her. There's no telling how close we could've been by now. But there was no use crying over spilled milk, not when I had my opportunity--
“You wanna smash?” she asked me from out of nowhere.
I almost chocked on my beer, but luckily my reflexes kicked in and I spit it out instead.
Heather was right there to rub my back, but she couldn't help but laugh. Still, the question lingered in my soul, and I had to wonder whether or not she was just fucking with me. So I turned and stared at her, waiting for her to deliver the punchline.
“You okay?” she asked dying down her laughter.
“Uh...yeah,” I coughed a few more times.
“I don't know what it is, bro,” she said downing her beer. “Being at that crime scene, seeing the blood, the violence...I don't know. Shit turned me on like crazy.”
“It--It did?” I asked with a grimace.
“Yeah. What, you never had that happen?”
“Uh, no--” I caught myself. “I mean, sometimes?”
“You see?” she said finishing her drink.
Heather then stood to her feet and pulled off the T-shirt she was wearing.
I didn't know what to do. I just sat there looking at her smooth skin, her soft stomach, the way her boobs looked in her bra.
“So, what's up?” she said staring at me with her hand on her hip. “You wanna do this or not?”
“Do what?” I wanted to make sure.
“Bro...smash?” she repeated like she was annoyed by my hesitance. “Fuck? Get dirty? Your cock, my pussy?”
“I know what smash means,” I said finding myself trying so fucking hard not to run to her bedroom. “It's just that...”
“What?” she asked standing right in front of me.
I examined her skin again, but forced myself to look away.
“Oh, no,” she gasped. “You're not...”
“What?” I questioned turning back to her and immediately recognizing the look she was giving me. “Gay? No, no!”
“Then what the fuck?”
“I just didn't think you'd be...you know? Into me.”
“Bro, you just took me on a date to see a crime scene,” she smiled. “How many guys can say that shit? No, no, buddy. You deserve a prize for that.”
A prize? Is that what she considered herself, a prize? Because to me she was the Holy Grail, The Fountain of Youth. No prize on earth could compare to her, and I was actually a bit insulted that she saw herself as just that.
So, I once again examined her standing in front of me. The way she was shaped. Her thin, yet curved figure. The way her jeans hung off her shapely hips, the small pot belly she had, the way her tits looked so soft.
“Nick,” she said taking a gentle hold of my chin. “I wanna fuck you. Don't you wanna fuck me?”
“More than anything,” I found myself uttering without thinking of it.
Heather smiled, then she leaned closer to me and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
The world around me at once became anew. And for the first time, I thought I'd even seen fire crackers. A kiss to end all kisses, Heather had me heart, body and soul.
She then took hold of my hand and began leading me towards the sanctuary I'd only dreamed about seeing, once in a while glancing back at me with this angelic smile. And when we were finally standing in her room, Heather wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me again.
It took me a minute to join her, especially when I felt like I was about to die. But when she really licked my lips and touched my dick, I decided to throw caution to the wind and just went for it.
I quickly embraced her, pulling her as close to me as possible. That's when I heard her moan ever so slightly, and everything I'd ever dreamed of having between us sparked to life. Our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths, and before long, our hands were all over each other.
Heather then backed away f
rom me with this devious smile, undoing her zipper and taking off her jeans.
I have to admit, for a second there, I just stood staring at her exposing her body to me. The small black panties she had on, the way her thigh muscles flexed with each movement, just the way she took total control of me by allowing me to exist for her.
“I'll be right back,” she said jogging into the bathroom.
And though I didn't say anything back, I didn't waste another second before starting to take my clothes off too.
I mean, I just couldn't believe that this was about to actually happen. The woman of my dreams, the object of my affections, the light of my life, and she was about to give herself over to me.
I have to admit, I felt like the absolute fucking man right then. But then Heather returned from the bathroom and was totally naked by now. The tiniest pink nipples, a small patch of raven hair, and a body that rolled like a fucking ocean trying to drawn me. It was more than I'd ever fathomed, and it brought me to the breaking point.
“You ready to do this, cowboy?” she asked grabbing at her own tits.
That's all it took.
The sight of her fondling her breasts like that, her naked curves...her.
I bust a nut before she even touched me and almost fell to the floor. But that wasn't the worse of it. No. As if prematurely ejaculating in front of the girl of my dreams wasn't bad enough, it was so powerful that I couldn't even stop myself from crying out with this almost gagging sound. And I'm pretty fucking sure that my face must've been the thing of nightmares, because all I could do was look at Heather through my paralyzing mockery and notice the strange face she was making.
“What--” she caught herself with a grimace.
I hadn't cum in a few weeks, so needless to say, I just stood there all hunched over and jizzing for what seemed like forever. The entire time, my face looking like I was having a fucking stroke, all while I contorted in place from busting a massive load all over Heather's floor.
Worse, never losing eye contact with her.
Anyway, after what seemed like an eternity, I finally stopped cumming. I stumbled at first when I tried standing up straight, but I eventually did and just stood there staring at Heather with this shocked look on my face. I mean, I was totally embarrassed, and prayed to whoever was listening that they'd get me to vanish right before her eyes.
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