Chris held my hips with his hands and I felt his release and he exploded inside of me. He then reached around and moved his thumb against my clit in a pulsing motion and continued to thrust inside of me. His cock stayed hard until I finally exploded with my own orgasm. It was intense and different than any I had had before. This time I felt a satisfaction that moved throughout my entire body. I felt released from tensions I didn’t even know I had.
“Well that was fun,” I said as Chris turned me toward him and kissed me.
I still didn’t feel comfortable with him leaving me there. But I knew that he wouldn’t do anything that was going to put me in danger. So if he felt I could be safe, then I had to trust that I would be safe.
Chapter 47
He packed up an old truck with some things that he wanted to take with him and I stood there and watched. It didn’t seem real that he was going to let me stay there alone. After all the work he had gone to in bringing me to the bed and breakfast and making sure I was safe, I still didn’t understand how he could feel I would be safe there all alone.
“I’ll be back in two days. There is nothing to worry about,” Chris said.
“Famous last words,” I said with a smile.
“Seriously, relax. Take some time to enjoy this place. Sleep in, moisturize your hair, or whatever else you ladies like to do when you are alone.” Chris tried to make light of the situation, but I just wasn’t able to go there just yet. I was scared and I knew he could tell. There was nothing he could say or do that would make me feel safe alone at this place. But I knew he had to leave. The situation was intense with him and whomever he worked with in Chicago. I knew it was getting close to being over and I longed for the day that we could comfortably cuddle in my house again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. I needed to feel his body next to mine for just a little longer. I needed to feel like things would be alright. I felt safe next to Chris. I felt safe with him just being in the same house. I wasn’t ready for him to leave. I wasn’t ready for the uncertainty of being alone. He held me tight and didn’t let go. I couldn’t tell if he was nervous about where he was going off to or if he just wanted me to feel more comfortable. It felt nice to have his arms around me though, I felt safe at that moment.
Chris kissed me and then got into his truck. He grabbed my hand and held onto it, pulled it up to his lips and kissed it again. His lips felt warm and soft and were still surrounded by the roughness of his beard. I watched as his truck pulled out of the driveway and turned down the old dirt road. It went on for miles down that road and I stood at the end of the driveway and watched him until I couldn’t see anything more than a speck in the distance.
I was alone.
The sun was bright and I felt the warmth of it on my back as I stood there. For that moment, I didn’t feel as afraid as I thought I would. Perhaps it was because Chris had just left or maybe because it was daytime still, but I felt like I might be just fine.
I went into the house and saw the gun that Chris had left for me sitting on the table. I had the safety locked on and I smiled. That was exactly where I would leave the gun until bedtime, and then I would bring it up to my room and leave it on the nightstand next to me. It felt weird to be so concerned about being alone. I had spent the last year utterly alone in my family’s old home. I had never worried about something bad happening to me. Often, I didn’t even lock my doors. But since Chris had moved next door to me everything had changed. I didn’t feel safe anymore. The bliss of the unknown had disappeared and now I knew what could really be out there. Now I knew that people who would kill someone really did exist.
I wasn’t stupid; it’s not like I didn’t think that bad peopled existed, but I just didn’t think any of them would ever bother me. I didn’t think that the life I lived would be of any interested to people like that. I was a simple photographer from a small town in Missouri, I hadn’t hurt anyone ever and I didn’t participate in a lifestyle that would harm others. The more I thought about it, the more it made no sense that I felt in danger at all.
Chris was the one people were after. Why on earth would they bother to even come after me? I didn’t know them and I didn’t know anything about what was going on. I didn’t have information that would benefit anyone. It would serve no purpose to anyone if I was hurt. My brain was overwhelmed with thoughts of the past few weeks and all that had happened. I really didn’t want to feel afraid in this house and the more I thought about everything, the better I felt. This would be a great time to concentrate on myself and relax. I did really wish I had my camera though, that would have made this time perfect. Taking pictures of this old bed and breakfast would be the perfect start to my next series of photos.
I started to think about what all I could include in that new series. The idea to find old abandoned buildings and take pictures of their beauty was very appealing to me. I made a mental note to look more into that idea. For now, I would just have to learn to relax like the rest of the world did. I would have to actually sit and enjoy the calmness of the environment around me. I pulled a chair from inside the house out onto the front porch and put my feet up with an old book I found on one of the shelves.
It had been years since I had sat in solitude and read, which was very sad considering how much I loved to read. But anytime I had spare time I often went to take photos. I was consumed with the search for the next best photograph and hadn’t taken the time to truly enjoy the other things in life that I had once found so pleasurable.
It was a warm day and the heat of the sun seeped onto the front porch and I drifted off to sleep as the afternoon wore on. I woke up after the sun had set with the book across my chest and hardly any light at all around the house. Quickly I made my way inside the house. The darkness did not feel as safe as the light sunny afternoon had been. I locked the front door behind me and pulled all the curtains shut throughout the lower level. It felt much safer to have the curtains closed, at least in my head if felt safer. Obviously, if someone wanted to come after me, curtains would not keep them away I knew this in my mind but not my heart.
I made myself some spaghetti and ate at the counter in the kitchen. The old house made a sound that I didn’t know at first; I froze still and waited to see if there would be another noise. It would be a long night of worrying about each noise, I was sure of that. I didn’t know this house well enough to feel safe with any of the unusual noises that I heard.
Chapter 48
When I went to bed, I pushed a dresser in front of the door to ensure my safety. It made me feel much better and I was actually able to get some sleep. I woke up to the sun shining into the room and I felt more refreshed than I had in a very long time. It was close to ten in the morning so I went downstairs and looked around to make sure everything was safe. I looked through each of the windows to see if anything unusual was going on outside, but I didn’t find anything.
Finally, I felt safe enough to go sit on the front porch again. I picked up the book I had been reading and continued on with the story. It was a very relaxing day, one of the most relaxing days of my entire life. I watched as a couple cars drove by all day long, but none of them even looked over my way. The house did not have any vehicles parked there and I probably wasn’t very noticeable just sitting on the porch.