Because He's Perfect

by Anna Edwards

  She’s already wet. She always is in the morning. I slide my fingers through the moisture at her opening and use that to massage her clit gently. I want to build her up. It’s like a new obsession that I’ve developed over the last three months. I like to see how long she can last before she starts cursing at me to fuck her already.

  Her moan grows a little stronger the longer I tease and rub her clit. I remove my hand from her wrists and I pull down on the little tank top she is wearing so her small tits are accessible. I lick from her neck, down her chest, and cover her nipple with my mouth. I suck on it until the tip is hard and goosebumps spread over her whole body. Then, I do the same to the other one as I pull her underwear down her legs. She lifts her ass off of the bed to help me.

  I scoot myself down on the bed and place one of her legs over my shoulder as I dive head first into her. She moans and calls out loudly as she runs her fingers through my hair and pulls. Part of what I love about her is she knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to get it. Pretty soon, I am left sticking my tongue out while she rides my face. She lifts her bottom half off of the bed and I flick her clit with it.

  I let her have her fun, but I want mine too. Soon, I’m slapping her hands away and I drive my fingers inside of her. Twisting them around while my tongue continues it’s assault on her clit has her falling over the edge fast. While she fights to catch her breath, I crawl back on top of her and reach into the drawer of the table next to the bed. Pulling the latex down over the length of my hard cock, I place the tip at her opening before pushing in.

  We settle into the table in the corner of the bar that we stopped in while on our walk. It’s in an old building and it still has all of the charm and character from a century ago when it was built.

  Three months ago I wouldn’t have been able to step foot in here. I’d passed this place many times going to and from my apartment, but I never even gave it a second glance. When I looked at it, all I could think about were germs and people in my personal space.

  At the meeting following my panic attack, Mia asked if I wanted to go out for a drink. I told her no but when she smiled at me and asked again, I could feel myself giving in. There was something about her that made my compulsions and worries disappear.

  This is where we ended up that night and we’ve been back a few times since then. We order lunch and a few drinks and then take a walk around this part of the city. I’ve learned a lot about Mia since we met, but I know that I’ve only scratched the surface. She is the youngest of four kids and the only girl. She moved out here two years ago from the midwest after recovering from a horrible break-up with her ex. I know something bad happened to her, but she hasn’t told me very many details and I don’t want to push her. All I know is whatever happened changed her in the same way Annie’s accident changed me.

  We’re about three blocks away when the skies open up and it starts pouring. We run as quickly as we can the rest of the way to my apartment so we can get out of the rain.

  Once we make it to my building, I unlock the door and let Mia in. I still get anxiety when it comes to my counting and making sure that everything is where it needs to be. Making sure that I lock something and unlock something the same amount of times still plagues me. But, being with Mia and having Byron’s help, I’ve learned to challenge myself more. I’ve learned to take a few risks here and there. I close the door behind me and lock it once before following Mia upstairs. The dirt and mud on each step has my eye twitching to clean it, and I desperately try and stare at Mia’s ass as she walks ahead of me, so I can stop thinking about it.

  We take off our shoes once we get inside and Mia closes the door for me as I reach for the hand sanitizer, but it’s not there.

  Don’t panic.

  I look around the ground near the table, thinking that it fell over. It’s not there.

  “Hey, babe?”

  “What’s wrong?” Mia walks over to me.

  “Did you move the hand sanitizer?” I ask her, unable to tear my eyes from the empty spot on the table where the clear, plastic bottle should be.

  “No, I didn’t touch it.”

  “It was right there when we left. Where the fuck would it have gone?” My breathing starts to increase.

  “Look, let’s go get undressed and take a shower. We’re getting water everywhere, plus it will make you feel better once you’re dry.”

  It takes everything in my power to tear my eyes away from the table and move my feet.

  Mia’s right. I take a deep breath. Everything is fine, just go get in the shower and worry about this later.

  Standing in the kitchen, we strip down and place our clothes in the washing machine before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

  “Here, turn around,” I say to Mia. I grab the shampoo and start massaging into her hair. She leans her back against my chest and I run the shampoo over her skin, her breasts, her arms. When I reach down between her legs and rub at her pussy, she lets out a seductive moan that has my dick rock hard in seconds.

  I continue rubbing soap all over her and then I help her rinse it off. She does the same to me and I could just about explode when she cups my balls in one hand and fists my cock through with the other.

  I lean over and kiss her before whispering in her ear, “Unless you want me to fuck you up against the wall of this tiny shower, I suggest you let go.”

  Backing away slightly, my eyes never leave hers.

  “Maybe I do,” she says with a smile.

  And I want to, so badly. But I can’t stop thinking about the hand sanitizer. She notices the quick change in my behavior.

  “Hey,” she says, placing her hand on my cheek. “I’m sure there is a perfectly good explanation. We’ll figure it out when we get out of here, okay?”

  I nod my head and pull her in for another kiss.

  We never did figure out what happened to the hand sanitizer. It took three days for me to stop obsessing over it, but after dinner with Nalma that night, another meeting, and Mia distracting me with sex, I was finally able to let it go.

  Chapter Six

  The sound of my alarm pulls me from my dream. I kiss Mia on the top of the head before moving her body off of mine. As I reach over and turn the alarm off--click, click, click. There have been a series of unexplained disappearances and rearranging of some of the things around my apartment recently. Mia used to try and tell me that it was a random mistake, that something was misplaced, but more recently, I can tell that she is getting spooked by what has been happening too.

  Laying in bed, I do a mental recap of everything that has happened over the past couple of weeks.

  First, there was the hand sanitizer. Then, a bag full of garbage, that I know I threw down the chute one morning, reappeared in my kitchen by the time I got home from work that evening. Since then, the silverware in the drawer has been rearranged so the utensils are in the wrong slots, a butcher knife was laying out on the counter when Mia and I got back from one of our walks, the paper that had my daily routine on it was removed from the refrigerator, never to be found again.

  I’m so frazzled by everything, I’ve had to double my medication and add an extra meeting in per week.

  Just then, a buzzing noise sounds from the table next to me. It was so unexpected that I nearly jump from the bed. I look over to see what the source of it was and I notice that the screen on Mia’s phone is lit up.

  1 Unread Message

  It’s a little early, but I don’t really give it much thought. It’s none of my business anyway. Getting out of bed, I walk over to the silver hook on the wall and kiss Annie’s necklace, kiss, kiss, kiss, and then hop in the shower.

  By the time I’m finished, Mia is in here brushing her teeth. She hasn’t been herself lately and she’s just standing there staring blankly at her reflection.

  “Hey,” I say to her. She doesn’t respond.

  “Mia,” I say, a little louder, trying to get her attention.

  “What?” She sn
aps to attention and looks at me.

  “Everything okay?” I cock one of my eyebrows as I put my arms around her waist.

  “Oh, yeah. I’m just tired,” she waves it off.

  I debate pushing her for more. She’s been “tired” for almost two weeks now and I am getting more and more paranoid as time goes by.

  “Okay,” is all I say before I kiss her on the top of her head and go out into the bedroom.

  Her phone buzzes again.

  12 Unread Messages

  There is definitely something she isn’t telling me.

  When I get home from work that night, I go through my whole routine. Mia called to let me know that she had some things to take care of at her apartment and that she would see me at the meeting later. I really need to talk to her. She’s been there for me when I’ve needed her. I want to be there for her. I want to let her know that whatever is going on, that I want to hold her hand through it. Just like she did for me. I know that I am going through my own crap, but what if she is being affected by it too? What if she’s been trying to stay strong for me, but it’s becoming too much? I need her to know that she can let it all out. That I can handle it.

  “Okay, is there anything else that any of you want to talk about tonight?” Byron says from the front of the meeting room. He looks around. “No? Alright then, we’ll call it a night.”

  As everyone starts to get up, I look over at Mia. She arrived ten minutes late for the meeting and has been jittery and nervously biting on her nails the whole time.

  What is going on with her? I wish I could peer into her head so I can find a way to help her. She isn’t the same strong girl that I met a few months ago. She hasn’t been sleeping at my apartment every night like she usually does, and suddenly, she has all of these “appointments” that she never used to have.

  Did I do something? Am I too much to handle? Is there someone else?

  I’ve been wanting to ask her these and so many other questions that I have but, frankly, I’m too scared of her answers.

  “Hey,” I reach my hand out and touch her leg. She jumps.

  “Shit. Kev, don’t do that.”

  “Do what? Touch your leg?” I stare at her, confused.

  “No, just-- never mind.”

  “Okay,” I say, leaving it alone.

  When we get outside of the community center, I take her by the hand and start walking in the direction of my apartment, but she tugs her hand away.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask her.

  “Nothing, it’s just-- I am going to sleep at my place tonight, if that’s okay.”

  I take a deep breath.

  “Sure, yeah. If that’s what you want, but--” I have to find out what’s wrong.

  “But what?” she asks. I put my hands on her upper arms and rub a little.

  “Are we okay? You’ve been really distant lately. If you’re going through something I want to be there for you. Please, talk to me. Is it me? Something that I’m doing wrong? Something that I’m not doing?

  She looks around nervously and shrugs out of my hold.

  “No, I just have some things--”

  “Going on,” I finish for her. “I know. Listen, I’m here for you, damn it! Let me be here for you.”

  She looks at me with tears in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment, but she says nothing.

  “I fucking love you, Mia.”

  She looks at me, trying to hide all of the emotion that I see swimming in her eyes. Then, she turns and walks away from me.

  Chapter Seven

  Two weeks have passed with no word from Mia. She hasn’t come to any meetings, she hasn’t answered my calls. She won’t even talk to me through the intercom at her apartment building. I am terrified for her. I need to see her and I need to make sure that she’s okay. I’ve tried looking up her family in Nebraska, but I can’t find any information on them. Granted, I’m no PI so I don’t have very many resources at my disposal, but I thought I’d be able to find someone, somewhere.

  I just got home from work and finished my routine. Tonight is another meeting and I don’t have a lot of time to get a shower and make it there by the time it starts. I wash my lunch cooler out quickly and as I am headed to the silver hook on the wall I realize that Annie’s necklace is gone.

  Oh my God.

  Frantically, I look around for the necklace. This is bullshit. There is no way that all of these things going missing, all of these things moving from their places these last few weeks are accidents.

  It takes me about an hour to completely tear my apartment apart. Things are thrown around and scattered everywhere in my search for the strand of pink, plastic beads with the kitty-kat charm, but I can’t find it. It’s gone. I can’t tell how long I sit there amongst the chaos surrounding me, rocking back and forth but, eventually, I hear the sound of voices echoing through my head.

  “Kev, come on! Snap out of it!” I hear Byron say as he lightly slaps my cheek.

  “Kevin!” Mia screams.

  Using the spare key that I gave Mia, they came into my apartment. They had to kick the door in to unlatch the chain lock at the top. Focusing on the sight of them in front of me, I manage to catch Mia’s eyes with mine.

  “Mia?”

  “Kev, what happened?”

  “Annie’s necklace…it’s gone…” Mia looks up above me where the silver hook is. A look of fear flashes across her face.

  “Fuck,” she says as a tear rolls over her cheek.

  It’s been two weeks since I left my apartment. I am almost out of food, so I am going to have to think of something. Mia hasn’t been back to see me and she hasn’t called either. The only reason she came here with Byron that night was because she has a spare key to let him in with. Well, had a spare key. She left it here that night.

  Byron told me that he came to check on me when I didn’t show up for group. I’ve never missed a meeting before so he was worried. Apparently I answered my phone in the middle of destroying my apartment. When Byron couldn’t figure out what I was saying, he called Mia and asked her to meet him here.

  I can’t help but think that, by getting lazy with my routines, I brought this all on myself. Everything that’s happened, could have been avoided.

  But I never would have gotten to know Mia.

  Just then, my phone beeps. I look at the screen and see that I have a text from Mia.

  Mia: I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Meet me at my apartment as soon as possible.

  I stare at the screen for a few minutes.

  Mia: KEV! Okay?

  What’s wrong? I ask her.

  Mia: It’s not something I can say over the phone. I just need you here. Please HURRY.

  I’m on my way now. I send back to her.

  After I put my shoes on, lock and unlock the door three times, I sprint the 7 blocks to her apartment and buzz her unit when I reach her building. When I hear the door unlock, I walk up the steps until I reach the 5th floor. Knocking on her door when I get there, it swings open and I see a man standing there.

  “Hello,” he says calmly. “You must be Kev.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” I ask him loudly. I am confused as fuck right now.

  “I’m Logan. Mia’s husband,” he answers, as an evil, smug smile spreads across his face.

  “Mia!” I shout into the apartment behind him. I look past him and I see Mia laying on the floor, unconscious, with fabric tied around her mouth, and her wrists are bound together in front of her.

  “What the fuck?!” Just as I am about to run to her, his fist connects with my face, and my world goes black.

  THE END (for now)

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  Chapter One

  Chiara

  “Bethany, will you sit down and be quiet, please. I’m trying to teach this class, and I don’t need your input.”

  The belligerent fifteen-year-old rolls her eyes at me and then swishes the pony tail she’s pulled high up on her head.

  “But, Miss, Luke keeps asking me to go out with him, and I don’t want to. He’s like totally rank,” she moans in her heavy East End accent.

  I let out a frustrated sigh. It’s been a long week, and I’d love to let my hair down this weekend, especially after this last class—but I know in reality I’m going to be curled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine and a good book instead.

  “Bethany, you can’t say that. Luke, leave her alone…you need to concentrate more on the theory of biology rather than its practical aspects.” I pick up my whiteboard pen and begin drawing the various parts of a flower’s anatomy—a topic we are revising in preparation for their exams at the end of term.

  I don’t know the exact moment when I decided I wanted to be a teacher—it was probably rooted in my childhood when I spent most of my time pretending to be one with my teddy bears and dolls. When I left school, I went to university and obtained a degree in biological sciences. I’d originally wanted to develop my studies further and looked toward gaining a medical research qualification, but fate had other ideas. My father died, and my mother fell ill. It was left to me to find work and provide for us both. My father left us with nothing. All the money he’d earned over the years as a soap opera actor had gone into his veins in the form of heroin. He died alone and in squalor. My mother and I had tried to help him as much as we could, but nothing worked. Eventually we’d had to face the fact that my father no longer lived in the body of the man who looked like him. The heroin had already killed his soul—it just took a few more years for his body to catch up. My mother and I needed money, and although not very well paid, teaching offered me a secure income. Plus, when I found a job nearby to where we lived, it also meant we didn’t have to relocate. Initially, I started off in a school teaching children up to the age of eleven, but now, at thirty-two years old, I’ve become the head of biology at a senior school in the East End of London. Although it’s a forty-five-minute commute from the home I share with my mother in leafy Essex, it’s worth it. The pupils are from disadvantaged backgrounds, which makes the job a little risky at times but also rewarding when you see them graduate with good results and able to make something of themselves. A couple of the pupils I’ve taught now work in medical research in America. So, in a way, I’ve still been able to help train people to do the job I wanted to do, and I’ve indirectly helped find cures for some of the worst diseases in the world. It’s a good feeling. However, I’m not so sure Bethany and Luke will find themselves graduating with top marks. Bethany doesn’t seem destined for greatness, and Luke? Well, he’s probably destined for a spell in prison. He’s already on probation for theft.