Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey (22 page)

Woah! Big ethics violation! Huge no no!
That's the kind of stuff counselors get fired for. That's kinda
like a school teacher sleeping with one of his underage students,
or a psychiatrist sleeping with one of his vulnerable, mentally
unstable patients.

As it turned out, Rocky had actually dated
his psychiatrist first. Go figure. Then he dumped his psychiatrist
and started dating Patty, his drug counselor. Maybe he had mommy
issues. Maybe he liked when women with authority told him what to
do. No idea.

Anyway, Patty told me that Rocky had moved
in with her after rehab. But if anyone at work would have found out
that she was dating one of her patients, she would have been fired,
and blacklisted. She wouldn't have been able to find another job in
her field. So she decided to quit on her own, and go work at a
different rehab, also in Scranton.

I guess while Rocky lived with her, he was
on house arrest or something. I don't remember what exactly she
said.

She told me he still wanted to get wasted,
so he ended up drinking two bottles of mouthwash that he found in
her bathroom. Mouthwash is basically concentrated alcohol with some
mint flavor thrown in. She said the concentrated alcohol burned a
hole in his stomach wall and he died in her living room from
internal bleeding.

She said when he was hunched over in pain on
the floor, she wanted to call an ambulance, but he told her not to.
And by the time he finally agreed to go to the hospital, it was too
late.

Apparently Rocky's friends, fans and family
were convinced that this had been no accident. They accused Patty
of poisoning him on purpose, to get his millions. Rocky's family
told the cops about their theory, and Patty was now a murder
suspect in a police investigation.

She said she just couldn't handle the
pressure any more and needed to get away. She said she had felt
really comfortable around me, and wanted to come hide at my place
for a few weeks.

During that phone call, I told Patty:
"Sorry, I don't even live in that house anymore. I sold it. I moved
to Florida. So I'm too far away."

That was a lie. Yeah, I did sell the house
in the Poconos, and I owned some houses in Florida, and I had just
been in Florida a few days ago, but I hadn't actually moved down
there yet. I was still living in Middletown, NY, in the apartment
at The Regency that Alice had picked out for us. Middletown was
about 30 minutes east of Milford, PA, where the big house was.
Scranton, PA was 30 minutes west of Milford. So when Patty called
me from Scranton and I answered the phone in Middletown, we were
really just less than an hour apart.

But I told her she couldn't come stay with
me, since I was too far away in Florida. I didn't want a drug
counselor to know that I was now dating a drug addict. Especially
not after all the horror stories Patty had told me last year, about
how you can never trust an addict, because all they do is lie and
cheat, lie and cheat, lie and cheat. And that addicts are incapable
of really bonding and being in a relationship with another human
being, because they are in a relationship with their drug, and the
drug will always, always come first.

Obviously she had been 100% right. It was as
if Alice was on a mission to prove right everything Patty had told
me about addict behavior last year. I felt so stupid that I got
caught up in this clusterfuck of a relationship. And I was so upset
over the things Alice was doing, the last thing I needed now was to
hear Patty say: "I told you so."

After that first conversation in over a
year, Patty called me back every other day or so and kept asking me
to let her come stay with me: "Florida really isn't that far away
at all. My sister lives in Tampa. And there's an airport right here
in Scranton. I could hop on a plane and be in Fort Myers in 3
hours!"

Finally I gave in. I had caught Papi Chuloco
in my bed just a few days ago, kicked him and Alice out, and
terminated my lease at the Regency in Middletown. Now I was about
to move to Florida for good. Alice was running around doing God
knows what with God knows who, fucking drug dealers and Backpage
dates, living the high life with Papi, while I was home alone,
miserable. Meanwhile Patty actually wanted to be with me. So why
the hell not? Why was I fighting it?

When I was back in Florida, I called Patty
back and told her that I changed my mind, and yes, she could come
stay with me for a while if she still wanted to.

Patty got on a plane the next day and I
picked her up at the airport in Fort Myers. She was hungry, so we
went straight to the IHOP on Route 41 in Bonita Springs and got
something to eat.

Then we went back to my place. We were in
the living room, and within 10 minutes, she got comfortable. She
slipped her dress off and pulled off her panties. I sat on the
couch, still fully dressed, and she was lying next to me, naked,
with her head on my lap. She looked up at my face, took my hand and
put it between her legs. She wanted me to rub her clit. I hadn't
even seen her in over a year, and here I was, with my finger in her
pussy, 10 minutes after walking through the door. Boy, that was
quick! But hey, I wasn't complaining. I figured, if Alice is out
there having fun without me, I might as well have fun with Patty,
too.

It didn't take long until I remembered why I
had stopped seeing Patty last year. For some reason I just didn't
like to have sex with her. Maybe it was her deep, manly voice. Or
maybe because she always seemed to want it more than I did. I
almost felt like I was being pressured into it. I wasn't even in
the mood when we had sex. I wasn't horny. I didn't get a chance to
be.

She had come to stay with me in Florida, not
only to get away from the homicide investigation and the paparazzi,
but also to spend her birthday with me.

Patty gushed that she and Rocky had gotten
very close and that she was really in love with him, because he was
such an amazing man, such a beautiful mind, such an incredible
artist. She said they had planned to get married. And now he was
gone. She was devastated. And she couldn't bear the thought of
being all alone on her birthday.

I don't remember if we had sex once or twice
on the first day she arrived in Florida. But sex was always on her
mind. Every day revolved around sex. More and more sex, every damn
day. One day we fucked 5 times while watching porn together. I
could only cum twice. That was it for me for that day. But that was
not enough for her. She kept sucking my dick after each time, to
get me hard again, even if it took a while, and then she sat on my
lap and rode me, for what seemed like hours. I couldn't believe I
even managed to get hard that many times in a row. She made herself
cum 3 more times. I honestly started to feel like I was being
raped. It was just too much. But I couldn't tell her. What
self-respecting guy would ever complain about too much sex? I might
as well turn in my man card. Isn't having lots and lots of sex
every man's dream?

When I had met her a year earlier, she told
me that she felt very comfortable around me. She said I was unlike
any other guy she had ever met. I figured it was because of my
upbringing in Germany. She said it was very easy for her to open up
to me, because being around me was just like hanging out with her
best female friend. I gave her a dirty look: "Did you just call me
gay?"

She laughed and said: "No, no, it's a good
thing. You're just so... understanding... comforting...
nurturing... and supportive. When I'm around other guys, I feel
like I'm being circled by a shark. It's like they're predators, and
all they can think about is ways to get in my pants. But I don't
feel like that at all when I'm around you. I feel like you actually
listen when I talk, because you're actually interested in what I
have to say."

Even back then, when we hung out at my house
in the Poconos, she was very sexual. She told me all about how she
liked to masturbate with dildos, and that she had a big box of
adult toys under her bed. Then she asked me if I liked to watch
porn. I said yes. She asked me if I liked to have sex while
watching porn. I told her: "Well, for some reason I really like
when a girl sucks my dick while I watch porn. It just feels kinky
somehow."

Then she told me she loooved to watch porn
and sometimes she just masturbated all night long with her dildos,
making herself cum over and over again, and that she had a whole
collection of Andrew Blake films. She said he's one of the few porn
directors who really knows how to make erotic films. I had never
heard of him. I really wasn't THAT much into porn, where I would
actually know the names of directors or even the names of the porn
stars. Well, except for Jenna Jameson. I knew her name.

Now, one year later, Patty had brought a
couple of Andrew Blake films with her to Florida. She told me she
remembered what I said I liked, and she wanted to suck my dick
while I watch my very first Andrew Blake porno.

Wow! Could this get any better? Yes, it
could. Since she was also a good cook, and she knew that I liked
brownies, she made these amazing brownies, topped with vanilla ice
cream, strawberries, fudge and Cool Whip. She told me she wanted me
to eat the brownies, while watching porn, and while she's sucking
my dick. Wow. Just wow.

I was being stimulated every which way. I
tried to make this perfect moment last, and I tried to hold out for
as long as I could, but it didn't take me long at all to cum in her
mouth, and she swallowed. Then she gave me a coy smile and asked
me: "Did you like it?"

"Did I like it? Damn! That was probably one
of the best moments of my life!"

We weren't in a relationship or anything,
but she really really went out of her way to show me that she could
be the best girlfriend ever. She told me she would do anything I
want, just name it. I think if I had asked her to jump of the roof,
she would have done that, too.

She told me she liked to be in pain while
getting fucked, and she asked me to pinch her nipples really hard,
and pull them away from her chest as far as I could. I just
couldn't get myself to do it. I didn't want to hurt her. But she
insisted. So I pulled on her nipples, like her boobs were rubber
bands. I pulled them so hard and so far away from her chest, I
thought if I let go, they'll snap back. I couldn't imagine that
this felt good to her. It looked like I was about to rip her tits
off. But she liked it.

She had a habit of scratching my back and
screaming loudly during sex. That was a big turn off for me. I
don't like when a girl totally overacts during sex. I almost feel
like she's mocking me. Patty noticed that I liked her blowjobs
better, so she did that a lot.

The next time she sucked my dick, she had an
ice cube in her mouth. That wasn't bad either. But nothing topped
the brownie-porn-blowjob trifecta.

She tried to make each blowjob experience
different. And at some point she started to totally overact, like a
porn star on steroids, moaning loudly and slobbering lots of spit
all over my dick. She was twisting the shaft with her hands, while
biting the head. Chewing it. She was going to town like she had
lost her mind. Like a zombie on The Walking Dead, eating brains. It
was painful. I was starting to worry about the safety of my little
buddy. This was not sexy at all. It was just grotesque. Instead of
cuming, I lost my erection.

Somehow she seemed to take that as a
challenge. Every time after that, she always tried to include the
wild slobbering, twisting and biting in her blowjobs, instead of
doing what she knew I enjoyed, a slow, tender blowjob with feeling.
She seemed determined to make me like getting fast and wild
blowjobs, with lots of slobbering, instead of slow and sensual
ones. But that wasn't gonna work for me, and from that point on I
really didn't like her blowjobs anymore. Or maybe I was just
getting sick of way too much sex.

One day she asked me if I would like to see
her squirt when she has an orgasm. I told her no, not really.
Especially not with her deep manly voice. She asked me to go down
on her a lot. She really liked it. But she always asked me if she
tasted good. It turned her on when I said yes. But it turned me off
when she asked me that, because I always expected her to squirt in
my mouth any second now. Yuck!

Then she asked me if I'd like to fuck her in
the ass. I said: "No, not really. I mean, I have nothing against
anal. I tried it once or twice. But it doesn't really do much for
me. I'm perfectly happy with a pussy."

She seemed disappointed: "Aww, really? You
don't wanna try anal with me? How about if I put my little lipstick
dildo in my ass while you fuck me?"

She kept going on and on about anal. I was
getting kinda impatient: "No, I'm really not all that interested in
that. Can we talk about something else now?"

Maybe if it had been any other girl, I would
have been more interested in trying anal. Maybe if Alice or
Jennifer had asked me. But I was just getting sick and tired of the
way Patty was totally preoccupied with sex.

I hadn't heard from Alice, ever since I
kicked her and Papi out of my apartment. But now Alice suddenly
texted me, and told me she wanted to come over. I told her that it
was too late, that I had gotten rid of that apartment in
Middletown, and I was living in Florida now. She was really upset.
She acted like I had abandoned her.