I woke up in a corn field. Not really. Mr. Jenkins had the nerve to be growing corn in his little yard, no bigger than a minute. I don't know, but maybe I got confused at some point and wandered over there looking for shelter. A person could hide in there if he wanted to. But that wasn't the craziest part, slipping across the alley to the neighbor's property instead of heading into my house to call 911. No, the part that had my ass freaking out, was that I was laying on top of a man. A naked man.
With the early morning light beaming down on us, I got a good look. First he was white. There wasn't even a light-skinned person on my block. Then he had this wild silky black hair that must reach to his shoulders, but as it lay all about his head, I wasn't too sure. His lashes were so dark and long they looked fake. And his lips were a little thicker than any white guy's lips I had seen. Made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
Thinking that embarrassed and shocked me, so I continued my examination of this man I was stretched out on. His body was developed like one of those buff guys on steroids or something, but somehow I thought it was natural. And when I sat up, thinking I better get out of here, I got another shocker. His dick was rock hard, and it poked against my panties like it had found a home.
I jumped up so fast, I fell over flat on my face. My head was spinning, and then I remembered that creature from the night before, how it had torn into my neck. I put a hand up and found a small wound and dried blood. Impossible.
"Are you okay?" The man had awakened and was sitting up just as calm as you please watching me make a fool of myself, while he was the one butt naked.
I scrambled away on my hands and knees. Dirt stained my teddy and went up my fingernails. I was destroying Mr. Jenkins' corn, and if I didn't get out of there quick, he was liable to bring out a bat and beat me to death. Crazy white guy could die alone.
Not daring to look back, I stood and made for the gate. As soon as I got it unlatched, a hand came down on my shoulder. I screamed. For the second time, a hand covered my mouth and I was lifted off my feet. Without so much as a by your fucking leave, the stranger carried me across the alley, up the steps and into my back door.
When he dropped me to turn and lock the door, I dug out my sharpest knife and turned on him. "Who the hell are you and are you the fuck that made that ... that thing attack me last night?"
"I'm sorry," he said gently.
I wanted to cuss him out. I didn't need his sorry. But my head was spinning faster. My knife wavered. The only thing registering right then was that now that he was awake I could see he had smoky gray eyes and his piece was still solid. Visions of me humping it invaded my mind. I screeched and backed away like he caused it. "Stop that!"
He smiled. "You're ill. It will get better, but you need to rest. Let me help you."
He took a step closer, but I backed away, holding the knife up like a shield. "F-Forget you." My head dipped, the knife dropped, but before I could crash face first on the floor, he caught me.
The scent of a dog hit my nostrils as he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist. I remember thinking that was uncalled for as it shoved his erection right up between my legs to press again at my panties. I was going to tell him off as soon as I had just a little nap.
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