Chapter Four
Otto
After I bring Penny a change of clothes, I hang around outside of her door for a few minutes. I’m worried that she might think of something else she needs. Eventually, I realize that what I’m doing is kind of creepy, so I make myself walk away.
I make quick work of gathering the wood that I brought to the house before I found Penny.
It doesn’t take too long to get the furnace going.
At this point, living without electricity is like second nature to me.
Maybe it would be easier if I put in the work to get this place back on the grid, but I’ve never thought about it until now.
Once I stand up, I snuff out the lamps in the kitchen and living room and head to my bedroom. I get myself ready for bed before lying down beneath my blankets, briefly thinking about calling Robert to let him know that I found someone.
“No,” I say to myself, staring at my powered-off phone on my nightstand. “I can’t send her back there.”
Talking to myself is a habit that I grew into when I was a teenager.
While I like being alone, as a teenager it was hard not to feel lonely out here.
I never made imaginary friends, instead electing to hang out with the animals that live around here.
With them, I would just let my thoughts flow out loud.
It wasn’t a replacement for another person, but it helped.
Now that I have someone else here, I need to be more conscious of it. I’m not crazy, but Penny might think I am. It would be devastating if she left.
I’ve never felt this way about someone before. By nature, I’m fairly standoffish. Other people are liabilities. Somehow, I’ve gathered myself a little group of friends, but they’re exceptions to my general rule. Now, though…
I want to protect Penny. I want to provide for her. This house, the one that I’ve made comfortable for myself… I want to make it comfortable for her.
Her personality is so intoxicating. She’s sweet and confident in who she is.
And, god, her voice. It’s light and sugary. I could listen to her talk for hours on end and not get tired of it. Her laugh is even better. The sound of her joy might as well be my lifeblood. I need to hear it every day for the rest of my life.
My mind drifts to her body. She’s petite, her height just a little under average. Her breasts are just the right size for me to cup one in each of my hands, and although I didn’t get a great look at her ass, the few glimpses I snuck are enough to hold me over until I get to actually stare at it.
My cock starts to get hard as I imagine her body. She’s all soft edges and feminine curves. It’s like she was crafted from my dreams and most private fantasies. There’s nothing I can do but get turned on by her.
I do my best to ignore my arousal. My pants are tenting, and I roll to my side, telling myself to hold back. I’ve never had another person staying with me before. What if she’s able to hear what I’m doing in here?
That thought makes my dick even harder, and I have to bite back a groan. While I don’t want to creep her out, the thought of her walking in here while I’m getting off to thoughts of her is exciting. Maybe I could convince her to join me.
It takes all of two seconds for me to throw my caution to the wind, roll onto my back, and push down my comfortable sweatpants. My cock springs free, landing against my stomach with a dull thud. I hiss at the sensation before reaching down to wrap my hand around myself.
At first, I try to keep my thoughts from wandering, but when it comes to Penny, I’m weak. No matter how much I attempt to keep my mind on neutral, faceless women, they morph into her without my permission. I have no choice but to give in.
I imagine that my hand is hers. Her lithe, perfect fingers wrapping hesitantly around me. Loosening my grip, I imagine her experimenting. I’ve never been with anyone, and in this fantasy, she hasn’t either. So, she takes her time trying to figure out what I like.
As I think about the ways I’d encourage her, I bite my tongue to keep myself from saying any of it out loud. I’d tell her to tighten her hand just a little – yes, just like that. And, when she’s got it figured out, I’d tell her to move.
Or maybe I’d wrap my own hand around hers instead of using words. I’d let the rough skin of my palms graze over the smooth, soft skin of her fingers. Together, we’d stroke my cock, and I’d teach her all of the things that I like. I imagine her being a fast, eager student.
Sucking in a breath, I let my eyes fall closed as the sensation washes over me. This feels so much better than all the other times I’ve touched myself. Instead of it feeling like a means to an end, it’s an indulgence – something I’m doing to give myself pleasure.
My hand moves fast, a small bead of precum bubbling to the surface. When I flick my thumb over it, using the wetness to lubricate my length, I imagine that Penny’s doing it. The woman in my fantasies is slowly gaining confidence, and it makes me shiver with desire.
Now, instead of me guiding each of her movements, she’s slapped my hand away, insisting that she can do this herself. She gives me a wink, her face taking on a seductive air. She licks her plush lips, and my mouth goes dry.
Without permission, my hips jerk up. My cock is screaming for more, for the real thing.
I just have to settle for this, though. For now, I’ll pretend she’s here.
It’s not too hard to do, considering she’s just across the hall.
Until she’s fully mine, I’ll continue being there for her, providing comfort and safety and security.
“Penny,” I whisper, her name falling from my lips before I’m able to stop it.
If I weren’t so worked up, so focused on making myself feel as good as possible, I might be embarrassed. As it is, I’m not. Instead, I imagine that Penny giggles, the melodic sound going straight to my cock, before pressing her mouth against mine to keep me quiet.
Kissing her would be a dream. I’d devour her mouth, claiming her as my own.
She’d be sweet, just like the tea I made for her earlier in the evening, and she’d smile into it.
I’d be able to feel her joy. I’d put all of the emotions that are swirling around in my head into it.
She’d know how much I care for her, how much I want to consume her so she’s mine and only mine.
After a few minutes, she’d pull away and give me a shy smirk. Her face would be flushed and her lips red, shining in the moonlight of my room. Then, she’d start moving down my body.
I’d ask her what she’s doing, watching as she slides down. She wouldn’t answer, instead keeping her eyes on mine, a flame burning in those whiskey warm irises. Once she’s even with my cock, her tongue would dart out, wetting the tip.
Another sound escapes my mouth, low and possessive. The image of her below me, stroking my cock and using her mouth every once in a while burns itself into my brain. I want it with such a shocking intensity that I almost can’t contain it.
My brain, not quite satisfied with just a handjob and a little bit of tongue suggests that the next time she licks me, she opens her mouth and allows herself to sink down. The phantom sensation is delicious.
Now, in my mind's eye, I see her with her cheeks hollowed out, tears collecting on her waterline as she watches me through her lashes. She gauges my reactions to what she’s doing.
She adjusts her pace according to the sounds I’m making.
She wants to please me, and she’s doing everything within her power to do just that.
“Fuck, Penny,” I say, my voice too loud in the empty room. “Fuck.”
I’m going to cum. The liquid heat collects in my stomach, and my cock aches for release. I don’t know if I’ve ever longed for my climax this badly. It’s a brand-new sensation, and the only thing that I can attribute it to is Penny.
But before I can reach that precipice, I hear a sound that interrupts my thoughts and actions. My hand pauses and my eyes open, immediately finding Penny staring at me, her silhouette haloed by the lamp light coming from her room across the hall.
I freeze, nervous for her reaction, but also exhilarated.
“I thought I heard you calling my name,” she whispers, her eyes locked onto my hand squeezing my rock-hard dick.
“I was,” I grunt out in a more animal than human sounding voice.
Her eyes jolt up to mine, and her plush mouth forms a silent “oh”. With a moan, I throw my head back, unable to look at her perfect mouth that would fit so nicely around my cock.
“I’m sorry,” she breathes out softly. But still she doesn’t move.
“Don’t be sorry, baby girl,” I pant. I look her in the eyes as my hand makes a hesitant stroke. “But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to continue what I was doing.”
“Should I leave?” Damn, I love that she’s so bold.
“Fuck no,” I respond, making another stroke of my hand. “Seeing you here in person, watching me come, it’s better than what I was imagining.”
“What were you imagining?” she asks, her eyes once again on my movements.
“You,” I tell her, watching as she licks her lips and takes a step forward.
My dick now feels as hard as steel; my balls have never felt so tight. My hand strokes faster, once again at the precipice of my climax. I watch as she studies me, her breath coming faster. She’s as hot for this as I am.
Knowing that and with one last flick of my thumb over the head of my cock, I’m spilling my load over my fist. Some of it lands on my stomach, another rope of it shooting onto my thigh.
The way it rockets through my body, dancing over all of my nerves makes me groan, each wave even more intense than the last.
It takes me a few minutes to come down from the high. Slowly, my bedroom comes into focus, along with Penny still standing at the foot of the bed.
I’m suddenly afraid I’ve scared her. I don’t know what to say or do. Finally I break the silence, “Penny, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Penny’s eyes flit up to mine, startled, “You didn’t frighten me. I’ve just never seen – I mean –“
Her hands twist together, and I’m suddenly up, needing to go to her and ease her discomfort. Ignoring the semen dripping off me, I step closer. But then I remember my hand is covered as well.
“I enjoyed it,” she blurts out, and I can’t stop myself from taking her face in my hands and planting a searing kiss on her lips.
She softens beneath me and tries to pull me closer. I pull away before we can take things further.
“I’m a bit of a mess,” I say, sheepishly, pulling a laugh from her. I stroke her cheek and then wince, realizing I’ve smeared my cum on her. Seeing my mark on her starts to harden my dick once more, and I force myself to step away.
“I may have –“ I wave my hand toward her cheek. She wipes it off her face, and then looks at me before tentatively licking it off her fingers. I growl and turn away, bracing myself against the bed. Nothing, nothing, has ever been more of a turn on.
“Are you hurt?” Penny asks, laying a hand on my arm.
I laugh and cover her hand with mine. I take a breath and then turn, interlacing our fingers.
“No, baby. You’re just so fucking hot, my body can’t help but react.”
“I didn’t know,” she says.
I pull her close, still making sure I’m not making a mess of her clothes.
“If you’ll let me, we can learn these things together.” Her eyes snap to mine, and a smile blooms on her face. I give her a gentle peck then nudge her toward the door.
“Get some rest.” I watch her slip into her room, turn and give me a small wave, and then shut her door behind her.
I slump against the doorjamb, a grin stretching across my face. Finally, I move to the bathroom and clean myself up, one thought lingering in my mind. Nothing is going to stop me from making that woman mine.