The Diary of Jim Part 2

Thanks for coming back my avid readers. Welcome to part 2 of the Diary of Jim. Enjoy.

I kept seeing images of Sylvia’s heart-shaped ass bouncing up and down on my crotch. That was all I could think about while I scrubbed the John Doe’s limp, pale body from head to toe. To me he was just another cancer patient. Apparent his prostate was the size of a grapefruit. Good thing I couldn’t see it. That thought took my mind off her for a while. At 7:00 a.m. the boss came in and relieved me so I could go home to my quiet apartment and sleep. One thing about working the night shift for so long is that you’re pretty much just like a vampire. The blazing sun at seven in the morning feels like it’s blistering your eyes and your skin. It was as if after 6 months daylight was just a foreign concept.

          At home, all the windows are covered up with sheets and blankets. Other than that I live in a somewhat normal domicile that is except for my roommate Kevin. Kevin puts up with me and my oddities because I put up with him and his methamphetamine habit. With the exception of the sheets and blankest on the windows, I live in the best kept apartment in this complex. He’s Bob Villa and I’m freaking Martha Stewart. Between the two of us, we eat so much cereal, I literally bought stock. That was our routine; I got home just before 8 a.m. every night I worked. We ate cereal and watched the Cartoon Network until nine, and then we went into my bathroom and smoked pot out of my bong. I sleep like a baby after that. Now Kevin is a whole different breed of cat. The first thing he does upon waking is drawing up a syringe of speed and pushes it into his vein. That’s not for me, but I figure whether it be chocolate, caffeine, alcohol, drugs, sex, or whatever, everyone gets their fix one way or another. It may as well be considered an intrinsic human trait.

          Here’s the thing about most people, like Kevin, that do drugs like meth. They stay up all night long doing things that other people would never imagine like cleaning the house. They have no inhibitions or fears, except for cops, and after being awake for several days at a time without sleep, that tends to fade away as well. The only way that we really get away with this lifestyle is that the guy next to us in our duplex beats his wife. He doesn’t tell on us, so we don’t tell on him. I don’t condone that sort of behavior by any means, but it does afford us the lifestyle that we have chosen.

          My dreams, once I got to sleep, were of her, Sylvia Nelson; her curly hair, busty chest, and nice, plump, round ass danced like a dramatic ballet on the movie screen image of my mind. That was all I dreamed about all night long.

          I awoke about a quarter ‘til four in the afternoon. I could already hear that Kevin was up because he was vacuuming the hallway. Despite the fact that I’m not gay, Kevin and I act like a couple sometimes i.e. he cleans and I cook. Even though it was the afternoon by most people’s standards, for me it was breakfast time so I went into the kitchen and made sausage and eggs. I ate a generous portion, but Kevin only ate about half and that may have been pushing it. Kevin doesn’t eat very much because of the meth; it decreases his appetite. That is why Kevin is anorexic and skinny. I left for work around 6:15 while Kevin stayed home. He runs a local Internet dating service full time from his room.

          Now I’ve only been in Kevin’s room twice. It’s full of computer equipment, a stereo, a few books on varying Eastern religions and philosophies, the anarchist’s cookbook, and a futon that is rarely used for sleeping. Kevin may be considered an icon in some circles for starting his own successful business in order to meet available young women. I’ve never seen any of his movies, but it’s rumored that he used to be a porno star before we met two years ago. Supposedly he has an 11 inch penis that is as round as a coke can. Even if I were to look at his crotch (which I wouldn’t), it would be extremely difficult to tell because he always wears baggy JNCO jeans that used to fit before he got all doped up on meth and lost 40 pounds. Rather than spend the $20 at the store and get a new belt, Kevin just got out a knife and made his own holes so it would still fit.

          One luxury of not eating is that it saves a lot of money on the food bill. As I said before, I did all the cooking, thus I bought all the food. Kevin didn’t eat much, so he spent his money to buy a 65 inch flat panel, wide-screen television because he liked playing his Nintendo, Playstation, and X-box so much. He had 6 different video game systems, many of which I play on a regular basis. Kevin is more into sports games that he plays for hours and hours, me, I’m more of an RPG person myself. This is Kevin’s life. This is why I work where I work. Kevin is one of the only living people I can stand.

          Work seemed to last forever, probably because I was stuck there unable to leave, thinking about her. Sylvia was my itch that I longed to scratch, but just couldn’t reach. I wondered for a while if she was thinking about me wherever she was at. Probably not, I surmised after a while. She’s probably out with her girlfriends or something like that.

          Finally seven a.m. rolled around and I was unusually tired. My boss told me that I looked like shit and that I should go home and get some sleep. Sleep is what I needed and what others like Kevin lacked. Yet both of us were happy in our little worlds. Now he’s still happy and all I can think about is her.

          Home is the castle. Home is where the heart is. Home is coming in the front door and seeing a vaguely familiar back of someone’s head sitting on my couch talking to my best friend. I dropped my backpack, wallet, and keys on the table next to the door. They were still talking uninterrupted. They must not have heard me come in; although I’m sure I was making plenty of noise to be noticed. Kevin spotted me first.

          “Hey, Yo! What’s going on?” He seemed extra jovial this morning. The TV was not on and the apartment was quiet awaiting a reply from me. I started to ask who the stranger on the couch was, but then it hit me. Something triggered in a distant part of my brain and I knew. It was her, the woman that had plagued my every thought for the last two days. For the second time, before I could say a word, she turned around propping her elbow on the back of the couch and smiled the same smile as she had done only the night before.

          “Hey there stranger!” She seemed extra cheerful as well. Was I the only person that wasn’t with it and chipper this morning?

          “Good morning.” It was all I could think to say. Feeling witless, yet persistent I continued. “What are you doing here?” I asked in the most non-threatening way possible.

          “Why? Are you not happy to see me?” Without skipping a beat, she kept up the whole smile and peppiness.

          “I’m very much happy to see you. I just didn’t expect to come home and see you, that’s all.”

          “Well, I figured you would like the surprise.”

          Kevin excused himself to his room so the two of us were left in the living room together. I hadn’t sat down just yet, so I moved around to the other side of the couch next to her. Every time I saw her she looked more and more amazing. At this moment she’s wearing a tight-fitting pink blouse with rose prints that reveal the true size of her breasts and a pair of jeans that were tight on the midsection, but loose on the legs. Upon closer looking I noticed that down the middle of her blouse was a corset-like string. She knew how intently I was looking, so she teased me by pulling the string so the knot came untied revealing a slight, yet subtle glimpse of lacy white lingerie underneath. Now I, like most men, do not know the names of most lingerie items with the exception of bras, panties, garter belts and panty hose. The bra she wore was white with frilly lace along the top. I stared longingly at her breasts and it excited her. Her hands moved over them, gently, but firmly rubbing them.

          The nurse’s outfit she wore to work the other night gave no justice to the true exoticness of this woman. I moved in close to kiss her, but she pushed me away with her hand in my face, giggling. She stood up and wiggled her index finger for me to follow her as she backed herself toward my bedroom. Of course, I jumped up as if the couch couldn’t hold me down, nearly breaking my neck to get over and around it.

          Once behind the closed door, she pulled my shirt up over my head exposing my bare, hairy chest. She bent down and bit and sucked my right nipple. I screamed out and that just turned her on more. Vigorously, she unbuttoned my Levi’s and shoved them, along with my underwear down to my ankles where I stepped up over them. She threw my pants across the floor to the other side of the room. So there I stood, ass naked, semi-hard as she looked up at me from on her knees as she fondled the cheeks of my butt. Into her mouth she put my penis. It felt like she was trying to suck my brains out the head of my dick. My toes curled and I ran my fingers through her hair. Like never before, the excitement mixed with the pleasure had me trembling with goose bumps all over my body. I tensed up, so she pulled my member out of her mouth.

          “Not yet, cowboy.” She said.

          She stood up and literally threw me onto the bed. She growled like a tiger as she crawled over me back and forth. From the side of the bed, she reached down and picked up one of my t-shirts and tied my hands together to the headboard. I tried to move them, but the knot was too tight. Part of me wanted to say no, but she brought out this whole other side of me that was totally down with that. I was used to being in control before, but there was something about being submissive to this sexual goddess that made my head spin (both of them). Like a stripper, she removed what remained of her blouse. Then she turned around so I could see her heart-shaped ass as she slowly pulled down her jeans teasing my cock into a hard rock. She removed her bra and panties and climbed on the bed straddling me as she slid my penis inside her.

          Without too much detail I’ll say that she shagged me rotten making me cum twice before I passed out cold from exhaustion.

          The clock read 5 o’clock p.m. when I awoke. I patted the other side of the bed, but as expected it was empty. A tiny white piece of paper lay propped against the pillow next to me. I picked it up and read it. It was Sylvia’s neat and educated cursive handwriting.

Thank you for a wonderful time.

I’m very sorry it had to end so soon.

I’ll be thinking about you all day long.

See you at work, love Sylvia.

Check back soon for another installment in the Diary of Jim. This is Quiet Mouse 420.