Sliced Trees and Dead Words

16 - . . . and I'm hard again. great.

- WOLFE -

This is my sixth night in a row of no real sleep. I'm surprised I'm even alive at this stage. How many days can a person go without sleep before their body shuts down? If Dalen were here, I'm sure he could answer me. He always knew obscure facts about depressing shit like this. I'm sure he probably even experimented it as a theory using his own body as the test subject. There were weeks at a time when I knew he wasn't sleeping much, if at all.

I have so many more unasked questions for him now that I know Luna. Like how, in all fuck, did he never sleep with her? The dude deserves a medal or two because I can tell you right now, I'm certainly struggling to keep my hands off her, nor my mind anywhere but the gutter it seems comfortable dwelling in just imagining all the ways I would try to worship that body and please her.

Honestly, Dalen. If you're listening to my silent thoughts, mad respect to you, mate. Because, fuck, Luna is easily the most physically enticing woman I've ever seen practically naked. My poor dick's been going back and forth between rock hard and a more subdued semi-hard basically since I first caught sight of her back in her shop, all skinny jeans and tight shirt, tits and hips everywhere, then with her green second-skin waist- and ass-hugging dress. And now it seems like my dick has forgotten it has a standby, or even a resting flaccid mode, ever since it helped Luna out of her spoiled dress and into the shower. Even after all the vomit she had puked all over my car, my clothes and the bathroom floor.

If she were sober, I'd have tried my best to get her to let me kiss her (after she brushed her teeth, of course). But considering she was barely lucid, I've had to settle for the creativity of my very active imagination to carry me through the past few hours while lying awake next to Luna in her unexpectedly delicious underwear. The matching black lace against her olive skin would have been enough to appease my wild desire; but the high waisted, almost g-string looking panties and how her asscheeks poked out cheekily underneath them, together with her slimming waist and very, very see-through matching lace bra, barely (but perfectly) containing two of the most full and luscious breasts I've seen without implants, nipples visible through the material, had me grateful she was off her face and unable to witness me about to blow my load just looking at her.

My imagination was having the very best day of its life.

There was no way I was sleeping tonight. It started with me needing to know I wasn't going to wake up to find Luna dead like I found Dalen, and straining my ears to hear the sound of her breathing rhythmically beside me. Then it turned into a battle of self-will to pry my eyes away from the smooth skin on her back, the detailed images on her arms, and the way her hair fell delicately over her neck.

And I'm hard again. Great.

The sun started to rise a few hours after I failed at getting back to sleep, and I rose with it and ran down to the beach with Medusa, trying to exert and expel some of the crazy that gripped my body and mind as I lay awake just thinking of Luna. Medusa seemed pretty keen for a run too, having been cooped up in Luna's small house all night, sleeping on her bed before I carried Luna inside and kicked her out.

"You going Luna-crazy too, princess?" I said as Medusa ran frantically in and out of the waves, completely overjoyed. She always loved being in the water, just like Dalen, clearly his fur baby.

Medusa returned to stand next to me, shaking out all the water from her fur all over my already glistening body, sweat dripping from my forehead and down my bare chest with how hard I had pushed myself running down here. "You don't think I already copped enough of a spraying last night, girl? You were there. You saw how much vomit I took."

"Luna in fine form then?" a voice said, and I whipped my head around to find two people laughing at me from a bench seat looking out onto the ocean. Nella and Mason were sitting close to each other, cups of something hot in each of their hands sending steam into the cool morning air.