Suddenly the door across the hall opens, causing me to turn around in surprise. An older lady walks into the hall.
“He ain’t home. Left a little while ago.”
She has wrinkled skin and no teeth, making her a little hard to understand. I guess I was being watched. I stare at her, confused. Who is she? How does she know that Bodhi left? Why is she offering me this information?
“Saw him through the peephole,” she explains, except hole came out as ho.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” I say as I walk back toward the stairs.
“He a weird one, that boy; at least I think he a boy.”
I stop in my tracks and turn to face her again.
“Not sure he one you wanna be hangin’ around with. Just my two cent,” she shrugs her shoulder and walks back into her unit.
Very few people weird me out. But her, I think she’s the one to stay away from.
My stomach rumbles as I exit the building and I realize that I haven’t had anything to eat today. There is a small bodega up the street that I can stop at on the way back to my apartment.
Or… an even better idea pops into my head. I could go to the diner.
I did end up stopping by the bodega on the way home to get my car, but only to get some more food and drinks to take to Jessa. I got her some of her favorites; turkey and swiss with mustard, veggies and dip, the dried fruit and nut trail mix that she was always eating when I watched her in the studio, and an unsweetened iced tea. I also grabbed a few rolls of medical tape for her fingers. They didn’t have anything that would be useful to use for a splint, so I decided that I needed to stop by a store on my way to see her tomorrow to look for something else.
The diner isn’t too far from my house; ten minutes, maybe. I don’t even know if he’ll show, but I will sit and wait as long as I need to. It’s been days since I’ve seen him and even if I don’t approach him or talk to him, even if I don’t get to touch his smooth skin again, I’ll be happy just to catch a glimpse.
When I pull into the parking lot, my hunger is replaced with nerves. I look at the clock; it’s only 11:45. If he doesn’t wake up until 10:30 for work, then it would be far too early for him to go on break at this point. Looks like I’ll be here for a while. I stay in my car, watching as people enter and exit the diner. After a couple of hours, I can’t stand being in my car anymore and I decide to go in and wait.
As I grab the door handle, I see a car pull into the lot and I stop. I don’t want to go inside at the same time as them. My stomach flip-flops as I see him get out of the car.
Bodhi.
He’s here.
As it has done every time that I’ve seen him, my cock begins to stiffen and I adjust myself to allow it more room in my pants. I let go of the door handle, suddenly no longer in a hurry to go inside. I wonder what he would do if I showed up. Would he let me sit with him? Would he let me touch him? Let me run my fingers through his hair? Let me have another taste of him?
The thought of it sends blood rushing to my tip.
No.
It broke my normal routine when he found me watching him from the alley. It was too soon. I wasn’t finished following him, studying him, collecting more details about his life.
Maybe I need to start over from the beginning.
I duck down beneath my dashboard as he casually glances in my direction, but he keeps walking without falter. I watch as he follows the waitress to the same booth he was in on the night we met. As he sits down, I quickly crawl into the back of my car so I can watch him more freely behind the cover of the front seat. I can see him in the window directly across from my car, so I have him in full view from where I am parked.
Within seconds, another car pulls into the parking lot and their headlights shine right into my windows. I crouch down again, just in case, and curse them for their horrible timing. I watch as the guy grabs the girl and kisses her hard; almost violently. She tries to push him away but without luck and then she appears to go limp. It’s clear that they’re wasted by the way the guy has to practically drag the girl across the gravel lot before entering the diner.
I look back to Bodhi and notice immediately that he is annoyed.
Is he annoyed because he wanted it to be me who walked through the door? I begin to rub myself over my jeans.
I watch as the waitress greets them before they disappear to the other side of the restaurant where I can no longer see them.
When my gaze falls back onto Bodhi, I see that the couple still has his attention. But, his look of annoyance has been replaced with disgust and I wonder what he is seeing. He places his elbows on the table and brings his fingers to his temples. I watch as he rubs the area in a circular motion; around and around. Over and over again. My cock grows harder with each rotation and I squeeze it hard.
I close my eyes and I’m back in the alley with him, as if I were a bystander watching the whole thing happen. All the while I can feel his touch on my skin as if it were happeni
ng all over again. I watch as he pushes me up against the brick wall. I can feel the way his knee rubs against my balls when he pushes between my legs.