2. Hawk
2
HAWK
ONE WEEK LATER…
A posse of girls in skirts and heels pass by as I sit in my truck. The one in the middle with the dress that barely covers her ass is wearing a crown and waving around a sparkler. All her friends are chanting, “Twenty-one! Twenty-one!”
Jesus, it’s only 8:00 a.m. These little screwballs either started early today or have been up all night partying. Neither would surprise me.
Some guys laying brick down the block give them the eye, watching as they take selfies and pose for TikTok videos. They look like a pack of hungry hyenas, foaming at the mouth as the squad passes by.
I can’t even remember a time when I’d be interested in a single one of those girls.
The only girl that interests me has just gone into the shower. I know that not because she told me or because I’m waiting for her. I know because I’ve been watching her from where I’m parked across the street from her apartment building.
Penelope. The girl of my dreams.
You’ll never learn, will you? You have to close your right bedroom curtain over the left curtain or it will leave a gap that any creep could just look into to get a view of you and your beautiful body. Any creep like me…
Penelope. My angel.
My painful addiction.
My obsession with Penelope began two months ago, and ever since then, it’s just dug deeper and deeper into my soul, embedding itself there like an immovable anchor.
The first time I saw her eyes…they possessed me. Captured me like no woman ever has. Since then, I’ve been following her every move–from a distance, of course. No need to scare her.
Even if she knew what I was doing, Penelope would never report me to the police. Because she needs me.
I know it, and so does she. I’m the only man on this Earth who has what she needs, and the time has finally come, today, for me to give it to her.
I see the light go off in her bathroom and lift my binoculars to my eyes.
Through the gap in the curtains, I catch a glimpse of her bare body. Her perky breasts, the feminine curve of her hips that sweeps down to the most seductive set of legs I’ve ever seen.
I’m hard in an instant. Blood pumps to my cock, forcing me to unbutton my jeans to alleviate some of the pressure.
“God. Look at you, gorgeous…”
I’m hooked on her. Controlled by her every move.
At 33 years old, I’m nearly twice her age, but so what? Girls love older guys. Especially when all the ones their age these days look like a bunch of pre-pubescent pop-star wannabes.
I could have gone up to her weeks ago and simply asked her out. She would have said yes.
But that would be wrong. That’s not what Penelope wants, or more importantly, what she needs.
And I will give Penelope what she needs.
I peer through my binoculars as she dresses.
Does my behavior lately make me a stalker?
Most definitely.
Do I give a damn?
Definitely not.
It’s not my fault; it’s Penelope’s. She’s the one who set the initial spark to this entire situation. If anyone’s to blame here, it’s her.
Penelope moves out of my eyeline, and I feel a rush of anger and loss. I feel it every time I’m away from her, but it’s becoming harder and harder to subdue. I know I’ll see her again soon and begin to gently rub myself through my jeans, careful not to bring myself to completion as I picture the countless times I’ve glimpsed her naked body through that tiny little gap in her curtains.
It’s only a few minutes later before she emerges from her apartment, but those few minutes are torture. Not having Penelope in my sight is pure hell.
A smile crosses my lips when I see she’s got her hiking gear with her and is dressed for the outdoors.
Just as I predicted.
I knew you’d go out into the woods today, you naughty little girl.
I’ve been keeping track of Penelope’s work schedule, and today is her day off. I know she loves hiking, so when I saw her grab her backpack out of the closet last night, it wasn’t hard to deduce what her Saturday plans would be.
My eyes trace every inch of her body as she walks to her car. She’s wearing black stretch pants that look like they’ve been painted onto her beautiful legs, and as she bends over to put her bag in the back seat, I get an eyeful of her perfectly sculpted ass.
More blood cells pump down between my legs, engorging my manhood even more.
I can’t get enough of her.
I watch as she backs out of her driveway. I wait, then slowly pull out of the alley where I’ve been parked and begin following her.
I glance over at the coil of rope sitting on the seat next to me and grin, feeling a rush of adrenaline that causes me to lick my lips with excitement.
Today is the day.
Today I claim Penelope as mine.
I play out what’s going to happen in my mind for the entire twenty-minute drive out of town to the parking area below the trails where Penelope will be hiking today. I watch her pull in, drive up the road a bit, and double back. Once she’s safely out of her car and has gone into the woods, I pull into the lot.
She’s wearing a bright red jacket that is not hard to spot through the trees. Overflowing with anticipation, I grab my bag that has the rest of my equipment in it, slip the rope inside, hop out of my truck, and begin to follow her.
Walking forces my erection to subside just enough so that it’s no longer paining me with each step. But even with the distance I’m keeping from Penelope, just watching her hips sway and her ass as she takes strides up the slope has my lust raging.
When she reaches a small clearing, Penelope stops. I anticipate her turning around and slip behind a tree to hide myself. I’m wearing camo today, so there’s a good chance she wouldn’t have even seen me at this distance anyway. But I might as well play it safe.
For now…
After a moment, I slide back out from behind the trunk and continue my pursuit. There’s a fair bit of distance between us, and all I want to do is close the gap. But the time isn’t right. Not yet.
But soon.
What are you doing out here all on your own, Penelope? Don’t you know it’s dangerous? There are predators out here.
Hiking isn’t a safe little thing to do like all these yuppies think it is, Penelope. This is the wilderness. You can get hurt out here. There are no doubt plenty of creeps around as well, just waiting for a gorgeous teenage girl like you to come across their path.
Luckily for her, I’m here today. She may not know it, but I will never let anything happen to her.
I can hardly think straight as I continue to follow my gorgeous princess up the mountain. The thought of her pure, innocent, untouched body being so close to mine has my blood on fire.
And now we’re alone out here.
All alone, sweetheart…
I reach behind me and feel the weight of my backpack. Yup. Everything’s there.
Of course I didn’t forget anything. I’ve been planning this for months. But now that this is about to happen, I want to make sure it goes absolutely perfectly.
I keep my eyes on Penelope’s hips as she continues her trek farther and farther away from the parking lot. We’ve been walking for just over an hour when I realize the time has come.
I can no longer hold out.
There’s no one else out here but us. It’s time to claim her.
I strip out of my shirt and flex my muscles so hard my right bicep almost cramps. I stretch my arms behind me, feeling the strain in my chest, which is swollen and full as my heart pumps like a jet engine within. I roll my neck to get out the kinks and pound both of my leg muscles with my fists to get the blood flowing into them.
I set my down my bag and reach inside, finding the coil of rope.
Then I remove my mask.
It’s matte black plastic and covers my face from the nose up, leaving my lips and teeth exposed. It will make me look like a cross between a man and a giant wolf.
I’m overwhelmed with lust as I ready myself.
This is it. This is the moment. This innocent little 18-year-old is about to be mine.
I slip the mask over my face, pick up my rope, and narrow my eyes on my obsession.
My prey.
It’s time.
And then I start to move in on her.