Always Loved Her (600 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 0.38 on 18 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by jack_of_hearts (View user info) at 2009-07-02 11:36:39 EDT
Her name was Lisa and every time he'd see her, it sent shivers down his spine. Michael was only half-drunk by the time the city stopped selling booze that night, and had forgotten to pick more up. He knew that he'd be up for awhile as a result; it had been weeks since he'd made it to the store to refill his anti-anxiety medication. Alcohol made a pretty good substitute, and it actually cost less money, so Michael didn't see any problem.
Michael. That was the name everybody called him, but secretly he wished they'd call him Mike. "Michael" just seemed so prim and proper, and there wasn't anything about him fitting that profile. The fact that he hadn't shaved in months and looked like a rejected Unabomber impersonator was actually less off-putting than the natural musk of who-knows how many missed showers. The white wife-beater he was wearing was his fanciest piece of attire, possessing minimal sweat stains and complimenting the torn, crusted legs of his only pair of jeans.
Lisa, however, was an angel. Her hair was the color blonde you see in porn movies, and her face always seemed to be airbrushed to perfection. One of those girls who looks innocent and sultry at the same time. Michael had watched her from afar since the ninth grade. Had seen her curves develop and her body blossom over seven wonderful years. He'd never garnered the courage to speak to her though; she was in the major leagues and Michael was still playing T-Ball.
Dr. Robertson, Mike's therapist, said his obsession was unhealthy. The result of unresolved maternal conflict and stunted anal or oral development. Whenever the doctor said things like that, it only made Mike think more about her. Dr. Robertson said to take the green pills, that it would help keep his mind clear. But Michael didn't like what they did to him, and preferred the way beer made him and his wallet feel. This whole being healthy thing was too expensive.
It was while he was walking back to his apartment that he heard splashing at the pool. Had he been inebriated proper such things wouldn't have piqued his curiosity and perhaps Michael wouldn't have investigated. This, however, was not what was crossing his mind as he peaked through the fences to get a view of whoever was swimming after hours. An exhilarating sense of surprise took over when the outline of Lisa's perfect body appeared between the slits of wood. He needed to get closer.
The busty blonde bombshell was floating topless in the pool, her curves highlighted by the ethereal glow of underwater lighting. Michael's body tingled and he felt what Dr. Robertson referred to as "urges." When this happened, he was supposed to take an extra one of the green pills. With these resources unfortunately missing, Michael couldn't help but to stealthily scale the stockade and attempt to stay hidden in the bushes.
There was evidence of a party at the poolside, empty beer cans and multiple towels and chairs thrown everywhere. Lisa was alone at this point though, and Mike felt braver than ever as he unzipped his pants and touched himself. His doctor called this "self-debasement," but Michael's mind was more tuned into the shapely figure in front of him. Her eyes closed and ears underwater, Lisa couldn't have been any more blissfully unaware of the situation.
Half an hour past by before Lisa climbed out of the pool. By this time, it was Michael who was unfocused on the world around him. Sweat formed little beads on his brow and he grunted rhythmically under his breathe. As the object of his lust gathered her clothing and prepared to exit, Michael reached the fruition of his labors. The gasp and moan was audible enough to attract anyone's attention, and Lisa's eyes instantly fell on the man who had just used her as a masturbatory aide.
Letting out a scream, she demanded to know just what in the bloody fuck was going on. Michael panicked, realizing should the police get involved, this type of incident might upset his doctor. Remembering the threat of returning to an asylum, fear took over and Mike bolted from his hiding space and ran over to Lisa. He tried to use his hand to cover her mouth, but she bit him and his hand started bleeding profusely. If anybody was listening, it was Michael who screamed that time, as he shoved his fantasy away.
Lisa's foot caught on the leg of one of the lounge chairs. Her body tumbled backwards in the dark and her head was slammed violently against concrete. She stopped moving, as did Mike, and just as quickly as everything had happened it was silent again. For an hour, Michael stood there, staring at Lisa's peaceful body. When he had finally decided nobody was going to come and find them there, he walked over and scooped the girl up, brushing the hair out of her sleeping eyes.
Getting her back to his apartment quietly hadn't been an issue. It was close to five in the morning now and everybody had their lights out. He laid her down on the couch, and noticed some blood on her clothes and in her hair. Looking down at his hand, he shook his head and laughed at Lisa for biting him. She'd definitely need a shower in the morning, he thought, while tucking her in with his cleanest blanket. And then he'd apologize for everything and she'd forgive him.
Michael liked his plan. He was glad this hadn't turned out as bad as he thought, but he knew he needed to talk to Dr. Robertson about it. And he hadn't liked making Lisa scared. As remorse took over, Michael fumbled around to find the phone. Plugging in the only number he knew by heart, Mike started speaking nearly before the voicemail finished beeping.
"Doc, it's Mike here. Listen, I'm sorry to call so late, but it's been a long night. We need to talk. I think I might need some stronger meds. Give me a call tomorrow."
User Reviews
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2009-07-03 11:12:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
You remind of a fag.
Submitted by Danger_Ranger (user info) at 2009-07-03 09:32:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
loving people is gay. go stand in the corner gaylord.
Submitted by EmissionImpossible (user info) at 2009-07-03 05:56:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by DasHeer (user info) at 2009-07-03 05:52:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i enjoyed it
Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-07-03 01:49:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good stuff.
Submitted by TuTs (user info) at 2009-07-02 23:54:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is like the weird murder stories I used to write when I was depressed. Are you ok? Do you need someone to talk to?
Submitted by TechnoRatty (user info) at 2009-07-02 17:01:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Hello thar!
I liked this
So there
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2009-07-02 16:22:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2009-07-02 16:15:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by wardy (user info) at 2009-07-02 15:11:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i am so sick of love stories. hate stories are much more entertaining. unless they are about black people. then they're just racist.
Submitted by RoadSong (user info) at 2009-07-02 14:55:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh my my oh hell yes.
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Submitted by Ballare (user info) at 2009-07-02 13:31:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
yep, this was a story
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2009-07-02 13:18:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuck them, I liked it. The fact that your never ENTIRELY sure whether she's dead or not is nice. Sort a "Lady or the Tiger" sort of thing.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-07-02 12:47:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
What the fuck
Submitted by skrapmetal (user info) at 2009-07-02 12:29:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I can't tell if you've left her dead or unconcious. The rest of the story does not entice me to care, though.
Submitted by w_t_a_y_s_t_r_m (user info) at 2009-07-02 12:17:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
This felt like a whole lot of nothing that kind of went nowhere and then finished
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-07-02 12:07:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
well, you can make complete sentences with a minimum of typos and grammatical errors, so you have that going for you. it's just too bad the sentences were all boring as hell.
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2009-07-02 11:40:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Lame.
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