It Came From the Woods

On the way home, she is listening to her favorite radio station that plays 80s rock/metal. "Lovin' You's a Dirty Job" by Ratt just finished and the DJ is talking about the song and the band, but now it's 10 pm, which means it's time for the news. Pam drifted away into thought until her cell phone went off. She sees it's Sam...

"Hey, Lady Rambo..."

"Hey." She sounds like something is wrong.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. Just wanted to know how your day went."

"Boring." Pam chuckles a little.

"Yeah... Same. Family reunions are not all that exciting anyway."

"Must've been nice to have a day off, which you deserved, by the way."

She pauses for a moment and then says, "Everyday is a day off when I'm with you."

"Awww. Thanks. Same to you. I'm almost home, so we may lose reception."

Sam's voice turns a bit more anxious when she says, "I just called to say I missed you and I've been thinking about you all day."

Pam smiles. "Thanks, sweetheart. I missed you as well, especially with the shit I had to deal with today."

"What?" Sam says through static, which means...

"Sam, are you there? I think I'm losing signal."

She can hear talking, but can't make out any words, but something catches Pam's attention in the road ahead. Something big is in the middle of the road.

"What the hell?"

She stops her Jeep. Lying in the middle of the road is a large deer. She gets out, leaving her vehicle running. She turns on the flashlight on her phone and walks towards the deer. When she gets closer, she is sick to her stomach. The deer is definitely dead, because it's disemboweled with its intestines and organs ripped out its belly and spread in front of it on the gravel road. This isn't roadkill; this deer was killed -- mutilated being a better word - and it's fresh. Like this just happened.

"What the fuck did this?"

She looks around and doesn't hear anything. She hopes whatever or whoever did this is far away at this point. She takes a few photos of it and will send them to Tony when she gets home for someone to clean it up, but also ask him what could've done this to a large buck. She gets back into her vehicle and drives around it, looking at one last time before taking off. Her house is just down the road another mile. When she gets home, she spots a beat up Dodge Ram in her driveway.

She is not happy. "Shit."

Bruce, her ex-boyfriend, is sitting on a chair on her porch. She spots a brown paper bag in one hand, which means only one thing. He's here to get some tail. Pam parks next to his truck and gets out.

He stands up, spreads his arms, and says with a grin, "Honey, I'm home."

Pam walks up the steps. "No. You live somewhere else. Go there. I'm tired, Bruce. Plus, it's a work night and I have to get up early-"

He interrupts, "I know you don't go to bed until at least three in the morning, even on work nights. You're a night owl. Remember, we lived together for four years. I know your habits."

"I know yours too, which is why we don't live together anymore."

His eyes narrow as he says, "I didn't see you this weekend."

"What? Us fucking every weekend is a thing now?"

He shrugs. "Has been so far. Why break tradition? It's still Sunday. Still the weekend."

"I'm not guaranteeing anything." Pam gets out her keys to unlock her door.

"That's fine. I enjoy seeing you anyway."

"I barely got any sleep last night."

"Who is he?" Bruce jokes as he takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch.

"I told you last weekend I was going camping. By the way, not a he; it's Samantha from the Tavern."

"Did you two ---?"

"Yep. A few times in fact. She actually has one thing over you: she actually says I love you after cumming in my mouth."

Bruce ignores the 'I love you' jab. "Fuck. That would be so hot watching you and another chick fuck."

Pam looks at him oddly, before taking out a cigarette and lighting it. A habit she's been promising herself to quit, but keeps extending when. "What are you talking about? We always brought women home when we were dating, so you've watched me with plenty of women."

"It's been a while though." He puts the paper bag on the bar counter Pam has in her living room as it makes a thud sound on the wood.

"I already know what's in the bag and why you brought it."

"Whiskey. No reason. I thought I'd have a drink with an old friend."

"Bullshit. You know whiskey makes me hot and my panties come off a little easier."

He smugly grins. "Let's have a few and see what happens."

She wants to tell him to fuck off and throw him out. She hates seeing him, but she can't deny he is a good lay. She returns the smile and takes out two shot glasses, as he pours the first drink.

A half hour and quite a few shots later...

They decided to drink outdoors on Pam's back patio. She has speakers mounted on the walls of the house and asked Alexa to play 80s hair band ballads, hence why "Love Bites" by Def Leppard is playing now.

Bruce is sitting on a chair, taking a drink from the whiskey, meanwhile Pam is on her knees, sucking his cock. She is not wearing a shirt or bra. Her back tattoos are on full display in the patio light: two pistols under both shoulders -- pointing in opposite directions with a deer skull with antlers in between them. Mid back she has a dream catcher tattoo where on top it says "Where Dreams" and on the bottom "Come True". One drunken night with friends, she had her tattoo artist finish it off with an arrow pointing to her ass and kept saying that's where dreams come true is fucking her from behind. Yeah, there's probably a few tattoos Pam regrets, but she just looks at them as a storybook of her life's triumphs and tribulations... and stupid decisions.

She pulls up off his cock. His precum and her saliva sticking from the tip of his dick to her lips, as she cleans it up by licking it off.

She slowly jerks him off as she says, "I may not like you very much, but I do love your cock."

She licks from the top of his balls and all the way up the shaft.

Bruce moans, then asks, "Do you still love me?"

Pam doesn't know how to answer it, even though she knows the answer, so she sucks on his balls while picking up the jerking pace.

Bruce says, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

She stops and slows down with the jerking motion. "I said I love your cock. That should be enough for you."

She sucks on the tip of his dick while looking up at him, something he really likes -- the eye contact. Maybe she can make him cum and leave early, but it doesn't work. He's actually upset. Maybe he's just acting to seem like a nice guy.

"Shut up. I still love you. Why don't you give me a second chance?"

Pam stops sucking on the tip. "Bruce, you're far from your second chance. If I gave you another chance, it would be like the eighth or ninth. Also, you pick the funniest time to talk about why we didn't work out."

"That's just the thing, why didn't we work out?"

She can't believe he's this oblivious and completely stops pleasing him. No mouth or hands on dick. "Are you serious? I caught you cheating on me, twice, and those are the ones I KNOW OF and not the other ones I only heard from friends."

"I thought we were in an open relationship. Honestly."

"Dummy, if we were in an open relationship why would you have to do it behind my back and then when I confronted you about it, you denied it?"

"Okay, fine. I didn't want you to get jealous."

"So cheat on me and hurt my feelings? I wasn't good enough for you? This is another reason I can't stand you: you can't own up to your mistakes. It's always someone's else's fault that you can't hold down a job, that you're terrible with money, and 'Oh, how did my dick get in this slut? I guess it must've just flopped in her vagina.' Besides, aside from fucking being our only common interest, we don't really have anything in common. You never wanted to do anything I wanted to do and you're a control freak. Guarantee you wouldn't leave this house tonight until you got in my pants."

"Well, if I'm such a fucking asshole then, why didn't you just kick me out?"

Pam shrugs. "You know what turns me on and I did say I love your cock. Bruce, just enjoy this, because after tonight I'm moving on."

She attempts to go back to pleasuring him, but Bruce gets up in a huff. "Forget this."

"What the fuck is your problem now?"

"You just basically told me I'm a piece of shit and after tonight it's over and you expect me to just go along with it? Hey, if there's no chance of us again, I want nothing to do with you. Besides, I have a big job opportunity coming up and baby, I may just let Delia come crawling back to me and enjoy the easy life."

"You two broke up?"

He pauses. "Well, no. She thinks I'm out with the boys-"

"Wow."

"That's between me and her. It has nothing to do with us. But you'll see what you missed out on when you see me and her next time."

"Dumb ass. You're us. You're cheating on her too. Dude, are you seriously this dense?"

He pulls his pants up. "No more of this cock for you, babe. I'm out of here. For good."

He slides the sliding door open and walks in, closing it behind him. Pam rolls her eyes, because even though he just had a strong temper tantrum, this isn't the first time, and Pam damn well knows what's about to happen next.

She says to herself, "Jesus, he gets drunk, he becomes a broken record. What is this? The third time he's done this now?"

She holds up her fingers and counts down with them, "5, 4, 3, 2" and she points to the sliding door which opens and Bruce comes back out.

He shrugs. "Okay. We're both hot, we might as well just finish. But after this, we're through, Pammy baby. We're done."

Pam sarcastically says, "Oh, sure. I believe you."

Bruce's nose flares. "Get your ass upstairs, get on all fours on the bed, because I'm going to fuck the respect out of you."

Pam smiles. "Oooh and you actually fuck pretty good when you're angry at me."

He can't help, but grin. "That's it!"

He swoops her off her feet and holds her over his shoulder like a caveman catching his mate. He goes up the stairs, opens her bedroom door, and throws her on the bed. He curls her feet up and starts eating her out aggressively, fingers her, fingers and licks, flicks her clit with his tongue -- the works. After he mounts her and fucks her with her legs damn well near touching her shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" Pam screams in ecstasy. "Give it to me!"

He fucks her faster. His precum and her juices all flowing out of Pam, creating streaks going down her ass and dripping on her sheets. The problem with Bruce is when he does this... well...

"I'm gonna cum!"

He cums way too early. He pulls out and starts jerking off over Pam's stomach, but she is really hot right now, so...

"Cum all over my face!" She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out.

Bruce moves up a little, jerking off and he shoots his shot all over Pam's face and inside her mouth. She swallows the load, as Bruce flicks his cock as a few strings of cum go on Pam's breasts. He sits on the edge of the bed, panting.

"Woo!" He looks at her, admiring his 'work' on her face. "How was that?" He asks with a cocky grin.

Pam shrugs as she is wiping the cum off her lips and puts some of it in her mouth. "What? Do you want a review or something?"

Bruce pauses and says like she should already know the answer, "Yeah?"

She looks at him and laughs. "I fucking hate you, but you do make me laugh sometimes."

"You look pretty hot covered in my cum."

"Oh, Romeo. Whisk me away with your sweet poetry. Now get me a towel."

He stands up. "I remember when you gathered it with your finger and licked every drop until it was all gone."

"That was back when you were eating fruit all the time."

He goes into Pam's bathroom to grab her a towel. "Oh, that works?"

Pam doesn't really know. To her, she hasn't had bad cum yet and was just being sarcastic.

"Yep." She decides to fuck with him anyway.

"Oh, okay. No problem. I'll eat more pineapple and be tasty next time just for you."

"If there is a next time."

He comes back out, towel in hand. "Come on, Pam."

"Too late. You already cummed on me." She grins.

He rolls his eyes and throws the towel to her. "Not what I meant."

She takes the towel and wipes the cum off her face and chest. She will take a shower after he leaves, of course.

Bruce says, "We do this every weekend. It's tradition. Except for this weekend, because you were fondling another employee. Actually," he smirks, "isn't that how we met?"

"Yeah and you were a shitty bartender too."

"I may have been a bad bartender, but every night with me was happy hour."

Pam sighs. "I'm sorry, Bruce. I can't keep doing this, because aside from being decent at sex, that's not what I'm looking for in a relationship. Especially now. Back in my younger days, hell yeah. I'm not getting any younger and my list of boyfriends, one or two girlfriends, and one ex-husband sucks."

"Where am I on your list?"

She's about to say something sarcastic, but instead, "You're... not bad, but you're still not what I'm looking for and this is the last time. All you want is sex, Bruce. That's it."

"You love fucking."

"I do love fucking, but I also want to feel loved too. Not loved until you cum and then it's 'See ya next weekend.'"

"Then why did you let me in tonight?"

"Maybe because I'm too tired, and yes horny, to deal with arguing or whatever you would do if I said no. The fire just isn't there anymore, Bruce. It died a while ago."

Bruce puts on his pants and holds his shirt over his shoulder. "I was going to make us breakfast in the morning."

"Were you or are you just saying that?" And before he answers, she adds, "Tell me the truth."

Bruce looks at her and then away. "Have a good life, Pam. You're right. There's nothing here for me anymore."

He walks out the bedroom door and she can hear him walking down the steps.

She says as if he's still there, "Have a great life, Bruce... without me."

Suddenly he comes back into the room. "I know this is awkward, but I have to use the bathroom."

He goes into the bathroom, as Pam says, "It better be number one."

"That's piss, right?"

"Yes, Bruce. That's piss."

She hears him pissing ... and taking a long time. "You gotta be fucking kidding me." She looks at her Smart Watch.

After, he would mumble thanks and walk down the steps. She would go downstairs to make sure he left, which he did, before taking a shower and going to bed. Now while Bruce left, someone or something was watching the whole thing from the darkness of the trees. It watches as Pam sleeps soundly and naked. Whatever it is has this vision where it can see vapors and there's quite a bit coming from Pam. This excites whatever is watching. It has found what it's looking for, but the right moment isn't now, but soon.