by Sadie Savage
“I know.” She pushed him off her and turned onto her side, tracing her fingers along his shoulders and neck, smiling warmly at him. “I’ve never been so…” She paused, watching his face. He raised his eyebrows and she quickly stole a little kiss before going on. “So, taken with someone. It’s like, when you’re away from me, I actually ache. I can’t stand it. I just need you to—” She kissed his neck all over. “—to keep—” She moved down to his chest, sliding her tongue all over it. “—making love to me. As much as you can. You’re my drug, Zak. I’m addicted to you.”
She kissed her way down the center of his torso, exploring his sculpted muscles with her fingers as she continued lower and lower. Zak rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head, letting her unzip his pants and pull his cock out so that it stood tall and proud in the sunlight.
Zak had a lot of reasons to feel confident and sure of himself, but one of those reasons was definitely his large, perfectly shaped penis. Joy was a little embarrassed at how much time she spent thinking about it. She’d never seen anything like it. A porn star could only wish for the genital perfection that Zak had in his pants.
She stroked the shaft up and down for a moment, the tilted her head forward and took him into her mouth. Her head pumped in a steady rhythm, making Zak’s eyes roll back in pure ecstasy. He arched his back and grabbed one of her hands, squeezing it tight.
“Oh. Oh my god. Oh, Joy!” She went a little faster, the cock in her mouth as hard as the boulders around them. She knew he would maintain that erection for a long time, longer than she could hold out, but she liked doing this for him nonetheless. It had never appealed to her before, but with Zak she wanted to have every kind of sex she could imagine; she had no boundaries or inhibitions. She sucked harder and loved the sound of Zak groaning more, feeling his fingers in her hair as they struggled to get control.
“Joy, Joy, stop. I want you on top of me.”
She kissed her favorite penis in the world before sitting up to slide off her shirt and unhook her tiny, pink bra. Standing, she slid out of her shorts and threw them onto his face. Naked, she stood in the sunlight and the woods for a moment, enjoying the feel of the warm sunshine on her breasts and stomach, her shoulders and legs.
Zak stared at his naked paramour smiling down at him. She looked like a wood nymph standing on the grass, surrounded by dogwood trees and their soft, pink flowers. He laid back and smiled. She snapped and pointed down at him.
“Pants off. Now.”
“Yes, my love.” He slid his pants down and kicked them off. She stood with a foot on either side of his pelvis. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him.
“Now,” she said. “Tell me I’m beautiful.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
She lowered down directly towards his cock, stopping just above it. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” he complied, his heart pounding with the promise of sex being so unbearably close. “I want you more than you know.”
She gently guided his cock into her, still in a perfect squat above him. Gradually, he disappeared into her and their bodies met. She took a moment to grind her hips into his. “I want you, too. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“You want it hard?”
“Yeah.” She started moving up and down on Zak, loving the feel of his cock going in and out of her, the earth below them and the blue sky above them.
Below her, Zak surrendered to her, letting her bounce up and down on top of him and take over the situation. She grunted on top of him, her breasts jostling as she moved, her thighs slapping into him. After a moment, she swung a leg up and over him and turned around so that she was backwards on top of him.
The sight of her perfect ass put Zak over the edge. He stopped her with a hand on the small of her back and lifted her off of him, quickly getting into position behind her. With the both of them on their hands and knees, he took over, holding her by her hips and driving into her as hard as he could.
“You’re mine. You’re mine. I love you and I want you and I need you. Say you love me!”
“I love you! I love you, Zak!”
The both of them felt a huge climax building up inside them and then crested over it together. Joy leaned her head back into Zak and he tilted his head to the sky. She screamed with the orgasm that took over her body and he roared into the sky. Joy was too wrapped up in the moment to realize that he sounded exactly like a bear.
Done with their lovemaking, the two dressed and jumped on Zak’s bike. They never had more than few hours together as Zak constantly had to organize his crew; they needed goals to meet every day, plans for future travel and of course, food.
Joy was floored by how much the group ate. They seemed insatiable, constantly on the lookout for their next meal, their next big barbecue or party. Joy swore she could hear their stomachs grumbling on an almost constant basis. Once she was standing next to Clay, a younger member of the motorcycle crew, and she actually saw his stomach tremble with hunger.
“What is it with you guys and food?” she had asked once.
Zak just shrugged. “We’re out in the fresh air all day. You know how mother nature can build up an appetite. Don’t worry.” He had changed the subject right away, but Joy never forgot how reluctant he was to discuss the matter. She tried to push it out of her mind.
Other things tickled her mind every now and then. Why were they so nervous about winter? Didn’t they have a place to stay? As far as she knew, the group had a kind of break over the holidays. She’d assumed this was so they could be with their families, but no. None of them had any plans to be with parents, children, or anyone. The group went quiet and wandered off individually to wait until spring returned.
Zak’s motorcycle thrummed underneath her, making her excited all over again. Her long hair flew out behind her under her helmet and whipped around in the air. She gave Zak a tight squeeze as he rounded a corner and then yelled a loud “Woohoo!” when he sped up on the straightaway. She loved riding his motorcycle and thought about having her own on a daily basis. How much would her dad freak out if she brought home some old, second-hand bike and let the gang fix it up for her? They’d eat all the bologna in sight.
The two of them went back to Joy’s house, where her father was watching TV. He looked up briefly when she walked in, but then went back to his cop series.
“Hi. How are you?” She could never be sure if she was Joy or Brenda these days, so she always made sure to test the waters before giving him a kiss hello.
“Fine, Brenda.” He emptied his water glass and then held the empty cup out to her, a silent directive to go and clean it. “Don’t know why you need constant updates when I’m clearly fine.”
“Just wanted to make sure. Can’t hurt to check.” She took the glass and stood looking at him for a long time, missing the father who was right in front of her. “Any word from Joy?”
“Is that any of your business? She’s my daughter, not yours.” He shifted in his chair and let out a big sigh. She sighed too. Lately, she was Brenda more often than not. As much as she loved Zak, she missed being someone’s daughter.
Joy walked into the kitchen and started washing up. Dad had apparently made himself several sandwiches during the day. She checked the fridge to see if they had any more lunch meat. All out. That meant she needed to make a quick trip into town and it would be dark soon.
Her father was starting to forget if he’d eaten or not, a common side effect of Alzheimer’s. She worried he was going to have horrible stomach aches, but he never seemed uncomfortable. She decided to get some antacid too, just in case.
“Steve,” she said, putting on her jacket, “I see you’re low on food. If you don’t mind, I’ll take your car to the store and stock up.”
“Why do you need my car? Just go to the Quick ‘n Save. You can walk there.”
“Yes, I could but it’s nearly dark and there’s wolves out. If I drive, I can make it to the grocery store befor
e it closes.” She picked up his keys. “You don’t mind, do you?”
He looked at her blankly. “Nearly dark, you say?”
She checked her watch. “Yes, it’s almost eight in the evening. Did you think it was earlier?”
His jaw fell open. “I… I swear it was noon just a minute ago. What happened to the day?” He looked at her with tears welling in his eyes. “I’ve always kept track of time. Why couldn’t I do it today?”
She ran over and kneeled next to him, brushing his hair back and smiling up at the father who didn’t know her. “You just had a bad day. I’m sorry, I should have stayed at the house longer. Helped you a little more.” Grabbing a nearby notebook, she jotted down a note, then wrote the current time at the bottom. “Here,” she said, handing it to him. “I’m going to leave you with this. I want you to consult this if you forget where I’ve gone or when I’ll be back, okay? It should take me about an hour to get there, shop, and then get back. I’ll go as quick as I can. Sound good?”
He nodded silently, looking down at the note. Two big tears stained the page. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Okay Steve. When I get back we’ll have some ice cream and then go to bed.” She gave him a quick hug and then ran out. He didn’t say anything as she shut the door behind her.
Joy sped down the road, slowing down as she passed the cop hideout the gang had showed her, then floored the gas pedal again to get to the store as quickly as possible. When she got there, it was only moderately busy and she parked and ran in without any holdups.
Keeping her shopping basic, she got up to the front and started unpacking. The cashier sent a glare in her direction and Joy just smiled back. What was her problem? She moved up with the others, but when she got to the front, the girl just crossed her arms and stared at her.
“So, your friends aren’t here with you today.”
Joy stepped back in surprise, friends? What did she mean? “Sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else.”
“No I don’t.” She leaned down on her elbows, not even looking at Joy’s loaf of bread or slowly melting ice cream. “I know exactly who I’m talking to. You’re dating that asshat Zak, the guy who thinks it’s fun to come in here, tear up my store, and leave without paying a dime.”
“I’m here to pay for all of this. I’ve never stolen from you.”
“No. You just watch while your man does it.”
The two women stared at each other, not moving. Joy struggled to find the words to turn the situation around. Yes, Zak was a hell-raiser and yes, they were together, but she was a paying customer. What was she supposed to do?
“Look,” she said, leaning in and lowering her voice, “I am dating Zak. Maybe I could talk to him about taking it easy on this place. You know, pay for the stuff and not block the door. He’ll listen to me.”
Her checkout foe looked doubtful, but she picked up the bread and scanned it anyway. “Yeah? You’d do that?”
“Sure.” Joy prayed she wouldn’t hear the doubt in her voice. She actually had no idea if Zak would hear her out on taking it easy at the stores.
The woman finished and then just shook her head at Joy. “What I don’t understand,” she said, “is what on earth a nice girl like you is doing with that awful man. Don’t you want someone a little more… you know, a little less…”
“Dangerous?” Joy bagged her own groceries while her counterpart scrutinized her, trying to figure her out. “You know,” she said, throwing the bread on top of her purchases, “I don’t think I do. As crazy as he is…” She picked up the bag and turned to go. “I think Zak is the only one for me.”
Chapter 6
The next three days were a bit slow and lonely for Joy. She still hadn’t received the divorce papers from Aris, though her attorney was calling him every day and demanding he sign. He’d also pleaded with Joy to press charges, but she explained that no cop in his town would pick him up. They were all too buddy buddy; he had the advantage.
On top of that, her father had fallen into a horrible depression. She had called several specialists, but none were less than an hour drive out of town and she couldn’t persuade him to get in the car.
He met her suggestions for a psychoanalysis with boiling rage. “I’m not going to some head-shrinker!”
“Dad, it’s to help you feel better. I’ve never seen you so down.”
At that he would stomp off into his room. “You try gettin’ old and let me know how you like it.” Then he’d slam the door and not speak to her for hours.
The only upside of the argument was that it somehow helped him remember that she was his daughter. She wasn’t sure how to take that, but she decided it was all she could ask for right now.
To make it all worse, she hadn’t seen or heard from Zak in a while. She wasn’t worried; he’d let her know the group was going on a run outside of town. “We want to go up to the lake,” he’d told her, stroking her hair. “We just want to get away from modern society for a while.” He kissed her forehead and then whispered in her ear, “You can come too. If you want.”
“I have to stay with my dad.” She smiled and gave him a kiss back. “Behave yourself. Don’t go falling in love with anyone up at the lake.”
“No promises.” She gave him a smack for that and then a big, deep kiss goodbye.
“I’ll miss you.”
“Not as much as I’ll miss you.” He climbed on his bike after that and signaled for everyone to get on and roll out. She stood and watched them go, waving goodbye to the whole group, most of whom were too excited to do more than a quick, behind the back wave to her as they roared off.
So, here she was: no boyfriend, a depressed father, and a town that would barely speak to her because everyone knew she was involved with Zak. Not her best weekend. To top it all off, she had nausea and felt a bit dizzy. What was wrong with her?
“You alright Brenda?” She looked up to see her father was out of his room and curious as to what was going on with her. She nodded.
“I’m fine, Steve. Thanks for checking on me.”
“You’re looking a little piqued. Go lie down if you need to.”
“I will. Don’t worry.” She eased herself into a kitchen chair and put her head in her hands. Did she have a bug? She checked the time and was mortified to see that it was only six. She was anxious to go to bed.
She forced herself up to fix a few sandwiches for her dad. His Alzheimer’s disease was now completely messing up his eating habits and made him forget he was full. She was making ten sandwiches a day because any withholding of food sent him into a rage that couldn’t be quelled. She’d quit fighting with him immediately. How could she deny her own parent food?
Once the sandwiches were prepared and wrapped up in the fridge, she checked on her dad. He was snoozing peacefully in his armchair, the remote wrapped up in his fingers. She gave him a little kiss on his forehead and then felt a horrible swoon as she stood again. Whoa. She did need to lie down.
Finally, she decided to throw the day out and headed into her room. As soon as her head hit the pillow she started to fall asleep. Her whole body seemed to be begging for rest and a soft, smooth mattress and the weight of her old, nubby blankets.
As soon as she was asleep, she dreamed. In her dream, she walked between ominous, black trees that towered above her. Pine cones fell from their branches, but not in a threatening way. They were like big, gentle raindrops plummeting to the ground. Under her feet was a soft layer of long, luxurious pine needles that almost felt like a springy mattress. The smell of wet bark and moss was everywhere and she felt a little drunk as she breathed it in.
Ahead of here were some dark, vague figures. Who were they? She squinted through the trees, but she couldn’t seem to get any closer to them. She ran a little bit, pushing the trees aside and knocking pine cones to the ground. She opened her mouth to call out a big, “Hey!” but found she had no voice at all. She ran faster, opened her mouth wider and wider, but nothing seemed to work. Her ow
n body fought her and grew heavier with every step, her throat seemed to close as she tried again and again to scream out to the familiar figures ahead of her.
Finally, she made a big, heavy lunge forward and the motion sent her straight down into the earth. She fell past tree trunks, through webs of worms and beetles and down into darkness. When she hit the ground her eyes opened and she found herself gasping and sweating in her bed.
She sat up. Behind her, on the mattress was a pool of sweat and her pajamas were soaked through. She peeled the blankets back and got up. Her digital clock on the nightstand informed her that it was five in the morning, far too early to go out and make breakfast. Her dad would be furious if she woke him up now.
She pulled her sweaty clothes off and stood naked in the center of her room. The gray light of dawn hit her body and illuminated her for a moment with an eerie softness. She looked down and was startled at the sight of her breasts. They had grown overnight. She smoothed her hands down her now very tender chest and continued down to her stomach and hips; both were substantially bigger. Joy had always had a slim frame and an active metabolism so she usually maintained a rather skinny silhouette. This new, extra curvy figure she had felt completely alien. Whose body was this?
Joy pulled her sheets off the mattress and balled them. Even the mattress pad under her fitted sheet was ruined. She sighed and wondered how early she’d be able to do any laundry. Her stomach growled and she nearly slapped it. No eggs and bacon for you, pudgy, she thought. You’re going on a diet starting today.
After the mattress was stripped and her skin and hair grew chilly from her sweaty nightmare, she pulled on fresh pajamas, now much tighter over her big hips and ample chest, and laid on the bare mattress to close her eyes for another hour or so. If she dreamed again, she didn’t remember the details. All she knew was that when she woke up there was bacon frying and coffee brewing in the kitchen. Her dad was cooking? The smell made her mouth water so much she had to wipe the drool away.