As we were walking out of Mimi’s place to go to church Sunday morning, I noticed a bright purple and green orchard in her front yard that caught my eye.
“That’s a potato plant,” she said, “I barely have to do anything to keep it alive. I like plants that thrive on neglect.”
“Same.”
The words spoken at today’s service were just what I needed. The Pastor revealed, “The Lord is close to the broken-hearted. This is a God who wants to walk close to your trials and your suffering.”
I applied it to the experience of people apparently using my body without my direct consent.
“This is a God that loves you so much that He is waiting for you to call upon Him,” he continued. “And how amazing it is that God does not shy away from our burdens, that no weight is too much for Him to carry.”
My eyes closed as I received the message. I knew, truly knew, that I always had Him to rely on in the moments of challenge. I could call upon His name or simply tune into His energy and I would know He was right there with me. No challenge was difficult for Him, nor did it have to be hard for me because I was not alone through it.
At the end of the service, we ate donuts and sipped on coffee. Mimi introduced me to every single person she knew, showing me off as her newly adopted daughter. When we made it home, she practiced her daily lessons for learning Japanese, then we played a dice and card game with her husband for a few hours. I won several of the rounds.
The next morning she drove me to Livermore where I planned to hitch back to Tahoe to meet up with a thru-hiker named Pecky Bird. I never met him in person before but he seemed cool.
On the way there I got a ride from a black guy who hotboxed the car. I asked if he could drop me off at the outskirts of Stockton but ended up leaving me somewhere in the center. He invited me to stay at his place but I said no thank you.
I waited with my thumb out for about an hour and a half in the pouring rain until a guy eventually stopped. He had passed by twice, eventually coming to recognize I energetically felt like a good person.
“You’re hitchhiking in the worst spot,” he said, “Stockton is number 3 on the list for worst towns in California, known for drugs prostitution and gangs.”
“Well I’m happy you picked me up!”
I was soaked to the bone. I figured he would only drive me to the outskirts but then said, “I’ll take you all the way to Lake Tahoe. I’ve always wanted to go there and it‘s only 2 and a half hours away.”
I nearly cried. I was so grateful to be out of the rain.
“We could stop at any place anywhere along the way,” he said, “it’s your adventure.”
We stopped at Starbucks just before going up the main pass. He bought me some food and a Christmas flavored coffee that tasted like home. I had heard there was a storm coming in today so figured there might be an issue at the top of the mountain. Turned out there was so much snow and ice that we were required to have chains which he did not have. Workers had closed off the road for a short period of time since there were some spin-outs at the top. They planned to let everyone pass once they took care of the scene and checked to make sure everyone’s chains were on properly.
By this time it was nearly evening and the line had not moved in the slightest.
I looked over at my driver and said, “I’m going to have to walk.”
My items were finally dry and I was as warm as I would ever be. I thanked him for the lift and walked outside, shivering seconds later. It was a biting cold but the views were fantastic. I walked past the line of cars knowing for sure someone would pick me up in this weather. They looked at me as though I were a psychopath, confused as to why I was out there.
I had to walk a few miles before the workers released the line of cars, then the second vehicle that drove by picked me up. The driver was a woman in her early thirties who worked as ski patrol and found immense joy in kayaking. We partook in conversations about zodiac signs and boys.
“I seem to attract a lot of immature guys,” I said, “one’s who think shit like farts are funny. It’s usually Aries men.”
She gave me a ride straight into Tahoe. Pecky Bird got a room so I asked if I could spend the night with him. He said of course then gave me the room number. I enjoyed that he never implied any pressure on me but rather allowed me to be the one to initiate asking.
I fell in love with his vibe the moment he opened the door. Our personalities meshed well instantaneously and it felt natural to be in his space. I properly introduced myself, hugged him then jumped on the bed in gratitude for a warm place to stay. I was also happily surprised to find him way more attractive in person which meant I could naturally flirt with him as much as I wanted.
We both had food on our mind so we looked at the restaurant pamphlet the hotel offered and settled on a place with burgers. We contemplated whether we wanted to walk or drive there. We settled on the car, the deciding factor being it was .6 rather than .5 away.
He picked a spot at the bar then sat in the spinning chairs. He smoked a cigarette while enjoying interval sips from his Guinness. The flickering light of the flame caressed his face while I felt a naughty smile pull at my lips. The level of turned on I was off the charts. He smirked at my inability to play it cool then playfully squeezed my meaty legs, finding humor in my difficulty controlling myself.
Did he know I was throbbing?
The computer system at the restaurant was down for taking card payments so he offered up another place to eat. The simplest things seemed to bring out my sexuality and feminine energy, such as him finding another place rather than implying for me to pay for our meals.
“Why don’t we do takeout?” he suggested.
“Perfect!”
We went back home where I got undressed straight away for him, the excuse being to get in the warm water. Really, I just wanted him to stare at me naked. He grabbed my lower back to pull me in then kissed me before I was allowed to dip my toes in the water. I wondered where he got such confidence. He didn’t seem in the slightest intimidated by anything about me which sent me into a haze of lust. I allowed the same confident space for myself so I took the next step that had been on my mind since I first saw him—tasting his cock.
He sat on the corner of the bed then leaned back on his hands while my face met his crotch. He watched as I took him in my mouth, his pubes tickling my nostrils when I deep-throated. My tongue dipped and swirled as I fell in love with the natural scent of him, savoring every inch of his slick heat.
Then, we hopped into the water where I mounted him and he fingered me under the water.
“You’re shaking,” he said as his lips were pressed against mine.
I attempted to calm the energy because I didn’t enjoy water play. It didn’t last long. I ended up begging him to get out of the water so he could properly fuck me on the bed.
“You want that?” he checked in.
I nodded my head vigorously.
I hopped on the mattress then he grasped my knees and eased them apart. Just as he was about to go down on me, I let him know I was still on my period. He ignored the comment and went straight to eating me out just like the last guy. God, I loved men who did that. He loved my body hair, saying it turned him off if a woman was shaven—that even went for armpit hair. He sure knew the way into my heart.
His cock was large and he was virile, only being 25 years old.
“You gonna fuck me all night?” I asked after I let him cum inside of me once.
Out of breath, he said, “I’ll try my hardest.”
I was hoping we would spend at least a couple of days bouldering/hiking together but he let me know he could only spend one night. He had to leave around 4am to drive a few hours back south in order to make it back to work on time. We might as well have just called it a tinder date as it was obvious we were only meeting up to bang.
I fell in love with his consistent cigarette breaks. I would watch the way he put his jeans back on, zipped them then slipped the leathery buckle strap through the loops.
“I prefer it being the other way,” I said, “watching you undress yourself.”
He raised his eyebrows, insinuating for me to behave. After a few minutes, he came back drenched in a fresh scent of menthol then unbuckled his pants before me. I pictured the belt slapping my face. Better yet, flicking his cigarette ash onto my naked skin while doing so.
I mounted him again, suddenly desperate for another taste. I didn’t even care if I possibly came off as annoying or clingy. He should be grateful he wasn’t going to be seeing me the following day as I would only get hornier the more he fucked me.
He positioned me in front of the mirror then pounded me doggy style as he watched us cum simultaneously. He ended up fucking me four different times thinking it would satiate me. I licked his balls each time after he finished as that’s when the scent was the strongest. The hair on them soaked up my spit as I inhaled the mixture of our smell as if I were snorting a drug. Unfortunately he was too ticklish to let me do it for an extended period of time.
I was so handsy with him that he had to take my hands off his cock numerous times and put it back on my side so he could take a breather. After some time, I got to ride him again. He choked me as he looked at me with ingratiated eyes, forcing me to take all of his cock. I whimpered because I felt I couldn’t.
Deliberately stretching me further, his eyes darkened. “Take it,” he growled.
“Fuck, I can feel you in my stomach,” I said as I pierced my nails into his skin from his balls deep thrust. He knew I loved it rough despite my play pretending that I didn’t.
Afterwards, we took silly pictures of him licking my cheek while my eyes sparkled as I laughed and our faces flushed pink from having just fucked endlessly.
“We’re such goofballs,” I said.
Then, I saw a tattoo on his arm that read ‘FART.’
“What’s your zodiac sign?” I asked.
“What do you think my zodiac sign is?”
“Aries.”
“Yah, Aries,” he confirmed.
“That’s so funny.”
“What’s so funny about me being an Aries?”
“You’ll see.”
“How did you guess?”
I attempted to taste his balls again but we both ended up bursting out in laughter when my face was in between his thighs. He pulled me back into his arms then rolled us around on the mattress. I cuddled him close, accidentally pushing him to the edge of the bed where he only had a couple inches of room.
Before we passed out, he grabbed his guitar to play some tunes. Naked and pulling on the strings, I listened to him sing. I traced my fingertips along the length of his body, in appreciation of what I knew would be gone by the morning. I told myself not to hold on too tightly, convincing myself it would be easier on my heart when I woke up to an empty space.
