Page 25 of Creepy
“Prime truck.He’s staying at my neighbor’s house.”I’d let my irritation with Arlo come through in my voice.
“You don’t sound thrilled about that.”
“Well,” I started, wanting to be honest.I needed someone in my corner.“I’ve stockpiled supplies there.That was before he showed up.He said, his friends are coming soon, too.”
“You should have told him to move on.”
“I am just a woman living alone, you know.I can’t make anyone do anything.”
“Bullshit.Just ask me.I’ll make sure they don’t take your things.”
“You do have water at your place, right?”
“Yes, don’t worry.I got you.”
After he carried me inside, Troy switched on a battery-powered lantern.His place had water, gallons, and gallons of it stocked up all over the living room.He explained he’d been getting it and running it through Brita, Pur, and Zero Water Pitchers, any he could find and storing it in anything he could.Taking me up the stairs to an enormous bathroom, he sat me on the side of a huge Jacuzzi tub.He lit some candles and disappeared with the lantern to retrieve the water.Waiting in the low flickering light, I longed for a bath.I knew I’d have to lose my disgusting clothes.Someone would get to see all of my new body, after all.Trying not to be nervous about Troy seeing me naked, I attempted to sit up straight and failed.I slumped and almost fell into the tub.Yipping, I caught myself on my elbow.
“I can’t leave you alone,” Troy commented.He filled the tub a gallon at a time until it was a few inches deep.
“I think we should try to get as much off as possible before I get in the tub.”I was talking about the zombie filth on me.I didn’t want to sit in a stew of it.
“Okay.You’re going to have to take off these clothes.”
If it were just my ankle, I’d stand on one foot and do it myself.As it was, I was sore all over.I wasn’t entirely sure nothing else was broken.My knee ached, and I’d probably bruised a rib or two, falling.I held my arms over my head.“Help me, please,” I laughed out.
Troy laughed too.“That’s what I like to hear.”Getting on his knees, he carefully helped me out of my tank top.His enormous hands fell to my waistband and his face leaned in close to mine.“A little help,” he suggested, and I got his drift.I put my arms around him to rise, and he dragged down my leggings.He threw the nasty clothes into a garbage bag.I didn’t think he would go any further, half expected to bathe in my underwear, but I was wrong.“These are going too,” he said as a matter of fact, returning face to face with me.He snatched the sides of my drawers.Quivering, I set my arms around his neck again and let him take my panties clear away.My bare butt returned to the cold porcelain, making his skin feel even warmer against mine.His breath tickled my ear as he went after my bra’s clasp, undoing it.Unmoving, he slipped the bra away and ran his hands down my clean, bare back.“You’re trembling,” he remarked, as he rubbed my back and then my arms, drawing himself away.“Are you okay?The water will be cold.”
“I’m okay,” I breathed out, not cold at all.Too hot, more like it.I wondered for a moment if I had a fever.Well, I had a fever, but it wasn’t for more cowbell.My fever was for Troy.
“I think you can probably save these if you want them.”He spoke of my undies which he held while I sat completely nude before him.He didn’t divert his gaze.He was drinking me all in.Covered in goo, I tried to forget I was exposed, and cool down, but it was hard.Speaking of hard, my eyes fell to Troy’s shorts.Even in the low light, I could see the bulge.Noticing me staring, Troy’s eyes dripped heavily with desire.He sighed.“You’re going to have to get in.”
He dipped down to take the bandage off my ankle.Then leaned in again, and I hugged him, wrapping my arms around him as far as they would go.I pressed my breasts into him, wishing he’d lost his shirt.He settled me down in the cold bath like I was nothing.Right off he poured another gallon over my head, while I ran my fingers through my hair.The resulting red water dampened my libido.With his help, I shampooed and washed the blood and guts away.He seemed just as determined to get me clean, focusing on the task.We drained the tub, rinsed away the sludge, and he filled it again.Although it wasn’t much water, it was finally clean.Free of zombie as well, I relaxed in it, naked as a jaybird.
Troy sat on the edge of the tub regarding me, his lust-filled eyes still intense.“You want a drink?”He asked like he needed one.
“Sure.”
“Wine or Tequila?”
“Um...Tequila makes me crazy.”
“So, wine.”
On second thought, getting hammered sounded nice.“Tequila.”
“Mind if I join you?”
Made for two at least, the tub was huge.There was room, but I wasn’t sure if I should.Letting him into the tub with me naked was a clear indication I was willing to go all the way.I was seriously attracted to him, but I didn’t know if I was able, physically, after the day I had.
When I didn’t answer, he added, “For a drink...Did you think I was talking about getting in the tub?”
“For a minute.”
“That’s a good idea, too.”
“I’m not sure...”
“So, you’re thinking about it?”
