The Hitcher
A One Shot Challenge
Starring:
- OC: Jesse Sheen
- Greg Helms
- - -
He glanced across at her, his eyes taking in her clothing. What on earth had
possessed him to even stop? A ripped denim skirt covered to mid thigh and a pair
of black fishnet stockings met knee-length combat boots. A white wife beater
covered her torso and flashed off the black bra she wore beneath it. A beanie
covered two long black pigtails and a bruised and dirty face showed him just the
reason why someone like her had been walking down the highway about thirty
minutes out of the nearest town.
“What’s your name?” he asked, breaking the silence that had encapsulated the
car. Rain beat down on the roof and Greg glanced over at her, seeing her looking
down at her lap. She was shaking slightly and he reached over, turning the air
conditioner onto heat. The cold hadn’t worried him much as it had been keeping
him awake for the last stretch he had till the next town, but he felt bad for
the severely underdressed woman. “Should I call you Mute then?”
At that half-joke, half-serious she looked up at him and Greg, even in the dark,
caught a glimpse of the damage that had been dealt to the young woman’s face.
“My- my name is Jesse.” He nodded and held his hand out to her.
“Greg Helms.”
He slowly felt a hand slip into his. “Thanks - for stopping,,” she said. Greg
shrugged.
“You’d get sick, walking in the rain, and in the opposite direction to town.”
Seeing her look at him, Greg wondered just why someone who looked like she could
be quite a catch under other circumstances was walking out of town on such a
downer of a night. “Why were you out there?”
He reached over to grab his phone from the dash and saw her flinch slightly.
Looking at her, he tried not to question her too much, seeing how uncomfortable
she looked. “I- I- Complications at home.”
Nodding, Greg sent a text to Talia. He knew it was pointless, she didn’t want to
talk to him and that’s why instead of being with friends he was on his own
driving to Michigan.
“Well- you can spend the night at the hotel with me, if its that complicated,”
he offered. She looked at him and he saw a small smile tugging at her full
cracked lips.
“Thank you.”
- - -
Greg let her in to the room and stepped in behind her. He saw her look over the
room; one double bed, a couch, a table and some chairs. The basic needs for one
night. Dropping his bags down, he went over to the bed and stripped off the top
blanket before tossing it onto the couch.
She sat down on the couch, her fingers tracing the swirls on the blanket as he
pulled the sheets on the bed back. “Could I use the bathroom?” she asked.
He nodded and said he didn’t need to. When she disappeared, Greg stripped off
his shirt and pants, down to his boxers and socks, slipped into bed and laid
down on his back.
Hearing her cry, Greg looked at his watch. It was only about eleven and he
sighed heavily, getting up and walking over to the door. Greg was not the type
of man who could just sit by and let a woman cry when he could more than likely
do something about it.
Knocking, he heard her stop and asked her if she was alright. The door opened
and Greg came face to face with a watery eyed woman whose cheeks were still
covered in dirt and dry blood. Greg reached in behind her and grabbed the wash
cloth she’d obviously been using to clean up with. He slowly cleaned her face
off, smiling a little more each time the dirt was removed and he got a better
look at the small beauty. When she was completely cleaned off, Greg tossed the
cloth back into the vanity sink but his hand still held her chin in his grip.
Greg looked at her lips and then up into her eyes. It had been so long since he
had been near a woman like this. Leaning down slowly, he kissed her softly, his
lips easing against hers as his hand moved from her chin across her neck and
round to hold her firmly in place. His tongue dipped out and lined her lower
lip.
Her hands gripped his arms and a minute later, Greg pushed her back into the
wall, his hand searching for the light switch as their kiss got more heavy and
Greg’s hand wondered. Hers gripped his shoulders and he grabbed her the backs of
her thighs lifting her up the wall until they were level and his kisses trailed
down her neck and across her shoulder, causing her to gasp and lean her head
back against the wall when his teeth dug into her skin.
Pulling away from her for a second, Greg grabbed the end of her shirt and
dragged it off her, tossing it to the floor as her hands slipped down his chest
and he shut his eyes for just a second. Regret and guilt never crossed his mind
as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. His body covered hers and
he saw her eyes go dark as he kissed her gently, raking his fingers through the
dark and messy locks. He pulled back and undid her skirt, sliding it down her
legs, dragging the fishnets with the material. With her left in only her
underwear, Greg looked at her stomach. A dark bruise covered her skin just below
her breasts and Greg slowly traced the mark before letting his fingers wander
round until they were deftly undoing the black lacy bra. His lips covered one
pert nipple as he pulled the material away and felt her fingers in his hair.
Pulling back, a need and urgency took hold of Greg and he stripped them of the
rest of their clothes, his body easing down between her legs. There was no
words. There was nothing but the sound of the rain pouring down outside and
their laboured breathes as Greg thrust into her warmth. She moaned low and
leaned her head back into the pillow, giving him the chance to kiss her neck,
his teeth and tongue marking her pale skin as he moved above her.
Strong legs wrapped around his waist as he moved quicker and harder. Her inner
stomach tightened, coiling as her release started to build. His deep groans as
her legs tightened and she raised her hips up to meet his for one final thrust
before Greg felt his release come and growled low and hard as he continued to
move until his energy was completely drained and he rolled off her.
- - -
Greg slowly roused from his sleep and rolled over. He expected to feel a warm
body meet him but instead his skin met the cool sheets. Sitting up, he glanced
around and found that not only wasn’t she in bed with him, but her clothes were
gone and the couch was empty. Running a hand through his hair, Greg groaned
slightly and drew his knees up to his chest, resting his arms on them as he
wondered what the hell had happened last night.
He knew that she had been real, he hadn’t dreamed her. Nothing that good could
be a dream, could it? As he rolled over to lay down on his stomach, Greg found a
piece of paper on the opposite pillow. Picking it up, he opened it and read the
message.
I had to leave.