Our Turn

She doesn’t know I exist. A guy my size and she never even glances my way.

From the first day, there was this ticking in my chest when the bus pulled up, and there was a new driver. A tiny thing behind the wheel and my eyes were drawn there. I didn’t understand it until later that day when the bus dropped my neighbor back off, and I stood there waiting.

I looked harder this time as the bus pulled up. She was wearing this ball cap and jacket uniform, sitting behind the steering wheel so I could barely see her.

But, oh God did I see her.

There was this odd thunk in my chest, and my cock got hard in three seconds. That hasn’t happened since I was a pubescent with my first Hustler magazine. I’ve always kept my junk under control. And, truth be told, I’ve not had an interest in much in the female department for a long fucking time.

I’ve got a file on my phone with hundreds of pictures of her.

Nicci Parr is her name. I don’t know how or why, but she lives in a senior citizen building. I figure it’s some perk for working where she works.

It’s fine by me, no young fucks trying to get at what’s mine. I watch her through her apartment window on the third floor, sitting in my Suburban, stroking off. I fucking follow her to the grocery store. I use the binoculars I always have in my car as she goes in. Walks around. Checks out.

She buys soy milk and fucking tofu. She always buys one apple and eats it as she leaves the market. I like how she dresses. Not that it’s how I’d want her to dress for me, but I like that she wears oversized baggy Tom-boy kind of clothes. Nothing revealing. Because I couldn’t handle eyes on her like that.

In the six months since I saw her the first time, her mocha hair has grown out to brush just the tops of her tits. When it’s not tucked up under her work cap, she wears it down or in two braids.

She’s driving me crazy, but I can’t bring myself to talk to her. But I would also kill any other man who thought they might have a shot. Lucky for me, that hasn’t had to happen. My angel keeps to herself, like me. Except for a couple of girlfriends, I see her with from time to time, she doesn’t have any other company.

I’ve looked them up as well, made sure they were decent folks and good enough for my girl.

My girl.

I’m a stalking pervert.

Sitting in the hospital, I’m reminded how short life can be. This tick in my chest is telling me to take a chance.

The next time the bus picks up, I’m not waiting. I’m going to make her mine one way or the other. I’ll never let any other man near her, so it’s time for things to change. Time for me to find out just how fucking perfectly my cock is going to fill all her holes. How perfectly her heart is going to bring mine back to life.

How perfectly she’s going to show me that the risk can be worth the reward.

“Mr. Klement?” The doctor startles me, so lost in my thoughts. I didn’t even notice the door open.

“Yeah?” I tuck my phone next to the ever-present switchblade in my inside jacket pocket.

“Your daughter would like to meet you.”

A chill courses up the backs of my legs and lands in my heart.

I’m not ready for this.

“Alright.” I hear myself say as I push up and stand. “Show me the way.”

Outside the door, I hitch my shoulders back and steady my gait, hoping like hell when she sees me, she doesn’t scream in terror.

3

NICCI

BETH LEANS DOWN TO hug me.

“You’re okay.” She grabs my shoulders with a squeeze. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?” Her voice hints at pity, so I shift up in the bed and straighten myself.

Oddly enough, almost all my pain is gone. Not sure if I’m just distracted or if I’ve just recovered completely.

“One hundred percent.” I take a shallow breath and fiddle with the blanket and sheet that rests just under my bosom.

My heart is ramming around so hard I’m surprised she can’t see it—like when that alien popped out of that guy’s chest.

“Okay.” She twists her bright red lips to the side. She’s one of those ladies that not only can pull off Gwen Stefani red lips, but they stay perfect all the time. “I can be back in a phone call. If they discharge you tonight, let me know. I’ll come over and pick you up, or you can come stay with me.”

I nod. “Honestly, I’m feeling way better.” I feel light, and although I’m wildly nervous, physically compared to this morning, I’m running near optimum levels again.