Chapter 3
617 Words
Three days have passed.
It’s taken everything in me to not go back to her window, but I’m too scared. But I do, very much, want to go back. I sit down the street from her place for a few hours everyday now. It’s just where I seem to be most comfortable.
A few of my friends enjoy working on cars. You could say we know a thing or two. It only costs 487$ to completely change the color of your vehicle. As long as you’re willing to spend 12 or so hours with a spray bottle and a plastic razor blade. I don’t mind wresting with a little vinyl.
I know she saw me.
Busy work gives me some time to process what I figured out about her. Besides… I know she saw me.
135 pounds. Never married. Self employed. From what I could tell she’s been single for a while after a checkered past. I mean what do you expect from an ex-stripper. It wasn’t actually all that difficult to find her socials either. She’s very unique in appearance. She’s got an online cam show tonight. It costs a pretty penny, but I’m not worried about the money. I need to see.
Her mom is the blue Subaru I’ve seen in her driveway. She comes for lunch pretty often. Usually not on the weekends. My girl drives a cute black Audi Quattro. I love those little cars. I had one a few years back.
Other than one occasional friend she doesn’t seem to have many visitors. My girl might put on a show, but she doesn’t entertain at home. I hate that I love her already. Am I just going to harbor thoughts like this?
I’ve been calling her that in my mind; My girl. I learned her name too, but I’m embarrassed to even think it; but it’s perfect. It’s a classic name but on her it feels brand new and exotic.
A few hours later I find myself in the car again. I’m going to miss the purple, but beige stands out much less. I packed my laptop and extra clothes and set off for a destination to watch my girls’ show. She didn’t know it but tonight’s performance was solely for me. Everyone else didn’t matter. Only her, and I.
Now where to park?
She won’t be looking outside while she’s live,
I bet.
I laugh a little to myself, and drive to her house.
Her show begins. I’m the first one in. Anonymous1295. I’m ready to see my girl.
I’m truly amazed with how much she earns. Almost immediately she accumulates a pretty large audience. Is this.. pride? I’m overwhelmed with the attention she gets. She deserves it all.
She’s olive skinned, with two-toned waist length dreadlocks. She’s littered with tattoos across her perfect body, which usually would make me mad, to ruin such perfect beauty with ink, but my girl is flawless. I love her.
She starts by showing her fantastic t**s. They are large and perfectly round. I imagine them overflowing between my fingers with a forceful grip. f**k- they’re pierced too. Neon green. One of my favorite colors. She squeezed and spat and showed her sensational tongue to the camera as if she was urging me to come find her.
Her voice split me like lightning as I could still remember beads of my c*m dripping towards the very animated and delicious lips that summon these melodic temptations.
Her eyes glistened with lust as if the sun was trapped in her bedroom.
Her bedroom.. I recognize that furniture!
That’s her bedroom!
why the f**k would I pay for the show when I can go see it live.
Right?
- Writer
