Fatal Attraction

Fatal Attraction

I have to get to her, I thought to myself, my head tucked inside my coat in an attempt to block the cold.  I was freezing; my hands were clenched inside my pockets as I walked briskly down the sidewalk. She was all I could think about.

 I’ll never forget the first time I saw her.  It was instant fatal attraction. I knew I would do anything to make her mine.  She was the most beautiful I had ever seen.  Looking at her was like watching the sunshine for the very first time and in that instant, all I had to know what it would feel like to slip inside her.

This memory kept me warm as I walked further down the street growing colder. The wind was picking up.  As I passed the bakery I saw two kids through the window sitting in the corner on their jackets, playing rock, paper, scissors.  Their mothers sitting in the chairs above them.  Probably gossiping.  Women are always gossiping.  They think their so damn flawless, but deep down inside their just as dirty and tainted as men. 

Except her.

She is flawless in every way.  Must get to her quickly, I thought, checking my watch. It’s been an hour. Longer than I had planned on being gone. I must get to her before someone finds her and tries to take her from me.

 I picked up my pace.  Just two more blocks to go. Down a flight of steps and behind the abandoned restaurant.  I shouldn’t have left her there, but I didn’t have a choice.  I couldn’t leave her out in the open.  She might just disappear.  

I started to lose the feeling in my fingers, so I thought about how smooth she felt the first time I touched her. It was exhilarating.  The faint sent of cherries on every breath.  The way her hard tiny knobs felt between my thick fingers as I gently twisted them.  The more I twisted, the louder she came alive, screaming out to me.

My friends laughed when I first told them about her, They said she was in a class of her own.  That I didn’t stand a chance.  I would never be able to get her, just working maintenance for the city. But I was determined to make her mine.  I knew I had to show them, and I did. 

 If they could only see the power I have over her. 

The control.

Who’s laughing now? 

If only my friends had been nice to me. I would have let them have a turn.  She could have handled all of us.  But not now.  They aren’t worthy.  I don’t need them anyway.  I have her and that’s more than enough.

Damn I am so cold.  The fifteen minute walk back from the bank seemed to be taking forever.  I should have skipped my appt.  I hate bankers; they’re always looking down on me like I’m trash. They think if you don’t have a big fancy house with a job clearing seven figures then you’re worth nothing at all.  Just like my damn friends, always looking down on me.

I think that’s my attraction to her.  I have the power in our relationship.  She never questions me.  She just does what I ask.  When I ask. 

Standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change, if felt like my crotch was going numb. I started hitting the button.  Come on Whammies! Whammies, Whammies Stop!

If only that worked, Of course there are No Whammy’s when it comes to traffic lights.  Just the pleasure of waiting, standing in the cold, listening to the idiots next to me going on about the 1999 European PGA tour.  Who gives a fuck about golf, it’s below freezing in the middle of January, and we’re in America, for God’s sake. 

As the light turned I hurried across the street. Just a bit further. I’ve been gone an hour and fifteen minutes, way longer than I had intended.  Damn bankers always taking their sweet time. I don’t even see the point in wearing this damn watch, it always seems like someone else is controlling my time anyways.

She had better still be there, If something has happened to her I don’t know what to do.

 The urge to be in her grows stronger with every step.  I just want to feel the heat penetrating from her body as I slip inside.

Approaching the abandoned restaurant, my pants tighten up.  Just knowing she’s down the steps and around the corner is turning me on. 

Man, after the day I’ve had, I’m really going to give it to her hard tonight.  I just have to find a safe place to go.  That new strip of road out by the airport should work.  There are no streetlights.  Plus the noise from the planes coming off the runway will drown out her screams, and add to the adrenaline rush.

I round the corner and I see her, my cock is throbbing as I approach the spot where I left her.   I never thought a yellow 2000 Ford Mustang could cause a fatal attraction.  After all, I’d always been a Chevy guy.

She doesn’t have any tickets, although the sign clearly states one hour parking.  I climb inside, breathing the sweet smell of cherry air freshener. Her soft leather interior is still warm.  I turn the key and hear her moan as the engine started up, turning her radio knob gently, Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls begins.  The perfect song, for my perfect girl.

~KKirk