Copyright May 2011 John Carter
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"So, how did your date go, tonight?" Eric asked as he finished ringing up the last of Jake's items.
"How do you think?" Jake replied, dismay clearly
written across his face.
"That bad, huh?"
"Yeah, this girl was worse than the last one. Why can't I find someone who knows how to fuck? I would love to meet a girl that actually knows what she is doing. Someone who doesn't just lay there and make noises. Is that too much to ask?" Jake could hear the whine in his voice now. He hated that whine.
"Man, what you need is an older woman. You need someone with experience, if you know what I mean. You need someone like... her." Eric nodded his head down the candy aisle.
Jake followed his eyes and saw a very attractive, middle-aged woman bent over, looking at the assortment of beef jerky that lay on the shelves of the convenience store. Her long, silver hair hung down the right side of her face. Her breasts pressed against her shirt, tightening it over her chest. Her legs were thick, Jake imagined from running, and her jeans clung to them tightly.
Eric leaned across the counter and whispered in Jake's ear. "Holy shit, dude. She is fucking hot."
Jake nodded in agreement and his eyes continued to follow the curves of her body. Suddenly, with a burst of courage he started walking over to her.
"Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?" Jake was standing close enough that he could smell her perfume, a sweet scent that drove his senses wild.
"I was just browsing, actually." She replied.
"Oh, well, if you want my opinion, these are the best candy bars they sell here." Jake reached down and grabbed a chocolate bar filled with peanuts and nougat. "Here, this one is on me."
The woman smiled and reached over and grabbed the candy bar, removed the wrapper, and slid half of it into her mouth through pursed lips. She then pulled most of it out and bit down gently, severing the end of it. "You are right, this is a pretty good candy bar." She said, chewing softly.
Jake could feel his cock getting hard and pressing painfully against his jeans as she stepped close to him. "Want some?" she asked.
Jake nodded and leaned forward to embrace her.
She fell into his arms and slid her tongue into his mouth. He reached up behind her and fisted her hair, pressing her tongue deeper into his. Her hands reached around to Jake's back and squeezed his ass, pulling his throbbing cock against her body and moaning. This was what Jake had been looking for, a woman who knew how to take charge.
Jake was so turned on that he forgot that they were in a convenience store and he slid his hands over her ass, picked her up and carried her over to one of the tables that were reserved for customers that were eating. He set her down on top of it and started to pull her shirt up over her head when he heard Eric's voice in the back of his mind.
"Dude. DUDE!" Eric was tugging on his shoulder now.
Jake came to his senses and realized that he had been dreaming. He also noticed that the woman with silver hair was not only looking straight at him now. There was also a man that looked like her very angry husband staring at him as well.
Jake collected his thoughts and turned back around to Eric. "See you at the house later?"
"Definitely. You better get the fuck out of here before that guy bashes your head in."
Jake rushed out the door, jumped into his truck, and started heading east up Veterans Parkway.
Jake was still thinking about the woman he'd met at the gas station thirty minutes later as he crossed from Columbus into Harris County on the way to Cataula when he heard the explosion and felt the tires on the right side of his truck shred. He swerved slightly to avoid careening into the left lane, flipped on his emergency lights, and slowed to a stop on the side of the road.
He stepped out of the truck, walked around the front and stared down at the tires, or at least, what was left of them.
Fuck
He looked around and realized he was at least a fifteen minute walk to nearest gas station and, since it was a nice night and he had forgotten his cell phone at the house anyway, decided he would hoof it. He locked his doors, grabbed his flashlight and started walking.
He had only been walking for about five minutes when he suddenly had the urge that he was not the only one out there at two o'clock in the morning. He flipped on his flashlight and started shining into the woods, first on his left side, then on his right. He panned across the road and his heart stopped. He tried to convince himself that he hadn't seen what he thought he had but it was no use. He wasn't drunk or high and he wasn't sleepy, even though it was kind of late.
He panned his flashlight back to the right and it stopped on a set of green eyes that stared back at him from the darkness of the trees. He heart started beating faster and his hand started to tremble. He knew there was no use but it was the only thing he could think to do, so he ran into the woods.
Immediately he heard the footsteps behind him, keeping stride with him but not gaining on him. He started to scream but he had no voice, just dry, scratchiness. He ran for what seemed like an hour but in his mind he knew it had only been about five minutes when he realized that he no longer heard the footsteps behind him. He stopped to catch his breath and listened to the woods around him. He heard nothing.
He turned around in a full circle, looking at every tree to see if there was anything beside them. He didn't see anything but somehow he knew it was still out there, stalking him. He started backing up towards the road again then turned around to run and stopped dead in his tracks. There it was in front of him.
He had heard that there were cougars in Harris County but he had never seen one in real life. If he had been looking at one on television or in a book, he would have been in awe of how graceful it looked. Its thick, tight body was covered with a brilliant silver coat that gleamed in the moonlight. Its eyes were the color of a meadow and almost seemed as if they could peer into his soul. It was a magnificent creature. Yet, somehow, when it was ten feet from him, its majesty was lost on him.
Before Jake had even had a chance to move, the cougar lunged at him. Instead of digging its claws into his chest, it merely pushed him over onto his back. He hit the ground with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. The cougar bent its head down to sniff him, moving it across his face then down to his chest. He was sure it was going to rip his chest open to get the tasty organs that were inside of it. Jake closed his eyes and prayed that it would be over quickly.
Suddenly, instead of ripping Jake's head from his shoulders and carrying it off into the moonlight, the cougar licked his face. Jake was really scared now. He wondered if the cougar was toying with him, tasting its meal before devouring it. The more the cougar sniffed and licked at him, the more Jake felt like he was going to explode.
"Would you just eat me, already?" Jake said in a rather bolder voice than he would have thought he could have conjured up in a moment like this.
Then a voice that he thought he recognized instantly came from above him. "I would prefer it if you ate me."