“Lena?” I whisper in shock in the direction of the noise.
No response. Instead, a crackling in the brush and a hiss that gets louder and louder. I don’t think for even a second about what to do; I just start to run as if I had been bit by a tarantula. Like a sprinter at the Olympic Games, I run along the path we came from. I run and run without turning around even once. I have the feeling that I could get caught at any moment, so I don’t even take a break. I am used to running through my marathon training; that helps me now a lot. I run until my feet hurt and until my lungs begin to burn and even then I just keep running. I first realize the direction I instinctively ran in once I am standing in front of the two-meter fence that we stopped at earlier after lunch. There is a large sign here with the writing “No trespassing,” but I really don’t care. I decide to climb over the fence; after all, this is a matter of life and death!
Once I am on top of the pointy, white metal post, I take the time to inhale again. With exhaustion, I sink to my knees with my back to the locked gate and take a deep breath. It takes a few minutes until my pulse has calmed down and the adrenaline stops shooting wildly through my veins. Exhaustion and fatigue come to me from the energy-sapping escape.
I have no idea what I should do now when I slowly stand up and my eyes look across the dark property. The clear message “No visitors welcome” is on another sign I find here. But I simply ignore this second warning and quietly continue along the gravel walkway to look around the garden. A sound in the southeast awakens my attention and I hurry to make my way forward. Is somebody there? Somebody who can help me?
Nearly knee-high, wet grass touches my legs while I walk towards something that looks like a small pond in the soft moonlight. I’m guessing nobody has mowed the lawn here for years. The sounds from the rear side are getting louder. A bellow followed by a dull sound makes me wince. At first, I think that somebody could be getting abused here right now. But when I listen closely a second time, I realize that the sound is coming from a group of people partying. I can also hear music. Maybe this is some kind of sports club here that is celebrating their victory?
The sound is far enough to not appear threatening to me and still close enough to offer me some safety as I sit on the bench in front of an old wooden table. I am lucky, as there are a few unopened cans of cola next to the countless empty bottles. Of course, I know that I do not have a right to help myself, but I am so thirsty now that I have no choice but to take one of the drinks. And feeling the cool, moist drink in my throat is the best feeling I have had for a while.
I look back to the small natural pond, which shimmers peacefully under the light of several hundred stars. The edge bordered with stones has a small ladder that guides you in. I look around with uncertainty towards the source of the sounds and then I hop out of my shorts and sports shoes. It is refreshing to cool off. After just a few minutes in the fresh water, I feel like a new person. I don’t mind that my long, dark hair and white T-shirt are soaking wet, just like my underwear.
“Who are you and what do you want here?”
The voice is rough and threatening, just like the large, wide-shouldered man who is now standing in front of the pond with his arms crossed and a naked upper body. He is looking at me with squinted eyes as I come out of the water. His jeans are dark, just like his chin-length hair hanging raggedly in his face. Even though he must be at least twice as old as I am, I cannot deny his attractiveness. He is exactly the type of man that I could like under other circumstances. But right now, he just seems angry and unpredictable.
“I... umm... I’m sorry… I was looking for help.”
He raises his eyebrows and is not very impressed. “This is a private property and not a public swimming pool. Take your things and get out of here!”
“But... I can’t go out there! I am all alone and a murderer is running free somewhere in the forests!”
“A murderer?” he sounds amused. He surely doesn’t believe me at all.
“Please, you can’t send me away! I’m so scared!”
“You can’t stay with us.” He points in the direction that I heard the sounds from before. “This is a biker meeting, not a child’s birthday party.”
“Please let me spend the night here!” I start to panic when I realize that the man will simply send me outside of the protective gate regardless of who or what is prowling around out there in the dark of the night. We just stare at each other for a moment and I think about what I could say to change his mind. But before I can open my mouth again, four more guys come over to us.
“Well, what pretty little thing did you find there, Johnny?”
A sturdy guy with long, blond hair and a headband comes up to us and looks at me with his curious eyes.
“Not bad,” his shaved-head companion says. He looks like a bouncer and gives me a suggestive grin. The two others, both with beards, do the same.
My throat gets drier as their eyes slowly make their way down until they stop on my light T-shirt, which is not only soaked from swimming, but also rather transparent now. Of course, these strangers see my small, round breasts with my stone-hard nipples through the thin fabric. They can also see that I have nothing other than small, red panties on. I swallow and fight against the desert climate in my mouth while the biker guys do not at all try to hide what exactly has aroused their interest. They stare at my half-naked body like Neanderthals and observe my feminine charms.
“And you want to send something this sweet away?” The bouncer guy shakes his head at the first man, but he can barely hide his smile. “She will stay here,” he decides with the certainty of a pack leader. “I’ll share my sleeping bag with her.”
“Hey wait! Who said you can have her?” one of the dark-hair bearded guys challenges him. “Maybe she would prefer to come to my tent.”
“Or we can share her,” the blonde guy suggests and starts to laugh hysterically.
My heart skips a beat while the men look at each other. Oh my God, where did I end up here? Did my escape from the serial killer bring me right to the headquarters of the local psychopaths?
“Forget it.” This time I am nearly relieved by the words from the bald man. “It’s my turn; she belongs to me. Maybe I will let you guys have her when I am done with her.”
“But...”
“What, Liam? Do you want to challenge me?”
An angry look from the leader immediately makes the blond guy silent. And freezes the blood in my veins.
“Let’s go. Come with me, honey. My camp is right over there!”
He grabs my arm without saying another word and wants to pull me behind him. I start to panic; I can feel how my knees start to give way. This is not good! He will hurt me! He will...
“Wait, Rico!”
The bouncer turns around with me when he hears the voice of the man who found me first. Johnny. The two just stare at each other for a moment and I can feel the tension in the air. Then Johnny speaks again.
“Let the girl decide what she wants.”
“What? Are you kidding me?”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to share your sleeping bag.”
“Nonsense. I’ve never met a slut who wouldn’t spread her legs for me!”
As he is finishing the sentence, the muscle man pulls me with him again. He doesn't make it far. Not two steps later and Johnny catches up to him and stands in front of him.
“I said let the girl decide!”
The air crackles like before a violent storm. I can literally feel the adrenaline rush through the bodies of the two and how their blood starts to boil.
“Get out of the way!” the bald man demands, trying to stay calm, “I won’t warn you again.”
Johnny simply crosses his arms instead of complying with his request.
I wince as I see the bouncer guy’s fist go towards his face. But the other guy is faster, ducks and avoids the hit. The first one tries again, but he misses his target for a second time. Instead Johnny now hits his opponent in t
he stomach. He does not allow this of course. Seconds later the two are on top of each other and rolling over the dirty ground, fighting. I see fists fly through the air, hear hard blows and painful groaning. Two guys who are giving everything and are so brutal with each other that I slowly begin to sense what I have to deal with if the wrong one is the victor.
I feel my legs weaken as the bald man gains the upper hand. For a brief moment, I even consider if I should take the chance now and try to run away. But out of the corner of my eye I can see that the three other men are standing behind me so that it is impossible for me to escape. Plus, a small part in me still hopes that the situation could change.
Johnny groans as his opponent hits him in the face. For the blink of an eye, it seems as if he would lie motionless on the ground, but when the bouncer feels safe and gives me a threatening look for a second, Johnny takes advantage of the distraction without mercy.
He knocks down his opponent with a few swift blows, holds him down and jumps on him until he can no longer move. He lifts his fist, threatens to hit again and to send him into Nirvana for good. But he has had enough and gives up.
“Dude, stop! You can have her,” he acts generous now.
Johnny is satisfied and gets up.
“Everything okay, honey?” his dark eyes wander to check my face.
“I am fine.”
He puts his arm around me as he pushes me away from the others and I cannot tell a lie: his touch feels good.
“If I knew that the slut was so important to you, I would have given you her to begin with!” I hear the bald man say.
I sense what will happen next and want to hold Johnny back. But everything happens too quickly. And before I can grab his arm, he has turned around and hit the other guy with a fist to the chin. Then it is quiet behind us.
“I told you that this is not a place for a sweet girl,” he explains with a soft voice once we have gotten a little further away from the group. “If you tell me where you came from, I will bring you back there now.”
My heart beats faster while we go along the narrow path, but I have long since made my decision.
“Please let me stay the night here. With you.”
Johnny looks at me with amazement, but he doesn’t say anything. He just keeps walking and it is hard for me to keep up with him. He doesn’t want me, I start thinking. He just wanted to be nice. But as we stand in front of his tent, I am honestly surprised.
“You can have my sleeping bag,” he explains generously. “I have a blanket out here, too.”
He points inside where there is a spot for me to sleep and then turns away to make a small fire in front of the tent. Since I don’t want to irritate him anymore, I do what he says and climb inside.
However, I cannot relax as I sit down alone on the sleeping bag. The events of the evening are still going through my head. The escape, the threatening looks of the other bikers. Johnny’s beautiful eyes and his strong arms that brought me here into safety. I have a feeling of regret as I realize that he will not come into the tent to see me. Loneliness even though I can still feel his closeness and can smell his manly scent on every inch of the fabric.
As I climb out of the tent, I see him with crossed arms and a bottle of beer in his hand. He is surprised, but not necessarily unfriendly.
“Let me take a look at that,” I demand and lift my T-shirt to wipe away the blood that is still on the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” he brushes me aside, but he stays still as I touch him. A hot tingling feeling shoots through my body. A sweet pulling sensation when he looks at me. He doesn’t say anything, but I know that he can feel it as well. And that gives me courage.
“I want to thank you for what happened before.”
We are still staring into each other’s eyes as I slowly lean forward until I can feel his breath in my face. My heart beats up to my throat as the last inch between us disappears and I give him a gentle, small kiss on his lips.
“You don’t have to do that.” He gives me a warm look; his voice is soft.
“And if I want to?”
I can feel the nervousness spread to my fingertips while he looks at my face and lifts his hand to touch me very softly on the cheek. Then he pulls me towards him again and the next kiss is even better than the first. He wildly takes over my mouth for himself, awakens my passion with sweet flicks of his tongue until I cannot do anything other than pull myself closer into his arms. He holds me tight, lets his strong hands find their way over my back. And then pulls me completely on his lap.
A hot feeling shoots through my body, an exhilarating prickle as I sit on him and feel everything from him. His power, his strength. His arousal.
We kiss until my lips are numb and my senses are blissful. Until he hungrily pulls my light top off me and fondles my breasts. I moan as he covers my cleavage with soft kisses. His touch encourages me to circle my hips on his lap in a sexy manner. I can feel him get hard under me and his reaction encourages me even more. I close my eyes and lay my head on him to feel the sensual rubbing even more intensely.
It doesn’t take long until we become impatient and hungrily tear our last pieces of clothing off each other so we can finally feel each other completely. My panties are on the ground next to us as he looks at me again. Slowly and full of pleasure, I lower myself onto his manliness, which is now standing straight upwards. He gives me the time I need until he puts his hands on my hips and gives me his rhythm softly.
I move on him with my eyes closed. I feel him and the passion coming from him. The unbridled desire that he arouses in me. He makes love to me until I nearly pass out. Drives me crazy with soft thrusts and his affectionate touch and holds me tight as I get close to the crown of pleasure and lose my mind. For a few seconds, I hang in his arms, quivering and moaning, while I feel small bolts of lightning through my body. He gives me time to calm down before he turns me around with one sentence and lies on top of me. I am surrendered to his desire with my legs spread wide; I give myself away as he takes me and I see how much unbridled power is actually in my hero. He screws me until the night sky above us gets blurry. Until I see the bright lights again and reach towards the stars filled with desire. And almost in the same moment, I also feel how he finds his satisfaction deep inside me.
The sun has already started to rise and immerses the forest in a warm, golden color as Johnny takes me back to my friends. From far away I can already see that they have long since returned and I depart from my companion with one last tender kiss.
“Sweetie, where were you?” Lena greets me and sticks her blond curls out of the tent. “We looked for you all night! I was worried!”
“I could say the same about you! You all disappeared last evening!”
A bashful silence follows, and then a short exchange of glances with Lucas, who showed up next to her. They don’t have to say anything for me to know what happened, because I can read it clearly in their faces.
“So? Did you guys do some dirty things in the forest?”
I have to smile as the two become even more bashful.
“Um no... of course not! We were just in the water a little!” My friend’s voice has a fake sense of outrage in it. But I know her long enough to be sure that I was exactly right with my guess. And this makes both of us smirk.
“What about you?” she asks after a while. “We were worried! Where were you?”
“Well actually, I met a group of bikers and had an exciting, passionate night with an attractive stranger.”
“Yeah right,” Lena rolls her eyes with a smile. “And where were you really?”
“I was just in the water for a little bit,” I retort and give a shrug.
“Well, the main thing is that you are here again. We thought you took the horror stories from that weird guy yesterday seriously and ran away!”
4
Borrowing the Exchange Student to the Trucker
“Come on, get in the car.”
I immediately kno
w that I am in trouble when I look into David Silver’s face. But I don’t know if that is because of the party that he wanted to talk me out of beforehand, my arrest or the fact that I called him in the middle of the night to pay my bail and pick me up from the police department.
The father from my American host family takes a look at me from my long, auburn hair to my boots. He doesn’t miss the fact that the jeans skirt I am wearing is much too short and that my red blouse offers a deep view. I know what he is thinking about me now. And I can’t blame him.
“Eve, what happened to you?” he asks just as I sit in his sports car and he runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair as he always does when he is angry. At first, I am annoyed about the lack of understanding, particularly because I thought I had a good connection with him during the past weeks. But at the same time, I have an even more intense feeling: I am sorry that I disappointed him so much.
“When you came to the States, you were a good girl,” he begins to preach as he makes his way to the freeway. “You went to the language school every day, you took care of the little ones and you dressed appropriately. But now...” He adjusts the rear-view mirror while he talks so that he can look at me directly. “Now you neglect your tasks, go to shady events and... dress like a whore.”
I move around with anger. Did he really just say that to me? I feel tears come up as I look at him in the mirror until our eyes meet. The golden speckles that usually dance so happily in his eyes have disappeared. Now I just see darkness and regret.
“I... um... I’m sorry,” I stutter, because I cannot think of anything better to say. But David just shakes his head.
“No you aren’t,” he says. “You aren’t the girl I thought you were. You are a little bitch who does whatever she wants.”
His words hit me and I feel my mouth turn dry. I should yell at him, tell him that he can’t talk to me like that. But I cannot force my lips to say a word. Maybe it is because he isn’t exactly wrong.
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