The summer dragged on; humid muggy days, mosquito infested nights. Max spent weekdays at work and evenings outside Jenna's apartment until it was time to go home and meet up with his creation of Jenna. She didn't come over every night; he didn't have that much money, but most nights. Some nights were really good; Max really could feel Jenna there with him. Other nights weren't so good and would end in Max lashing out in anger and physically throwing the girl out of his place. But then school started back up and things began to change.
Once September rolled around her routine got more orderly. Jenna would come home almost every day at 4:30. Max began sitting out on her patio furniture so she had to see him when she went to her door. At first it frightened her; she wasn't sure what exactly he was capable of. Did he want to hurt her? She really didn't think so, but she'd seen lots of crazy things on T.V.
She had told him for the first week, every night, to go home and leave her alone; she threatened to call the police, but never did. She didn't want to get him into legal trouble, especially if he was on parole. She knew she was being too nice, too easy on him, but she couldn't help it, it was her nature. He had hurt her with his lies, but after a while of this she began to rethink his feelings for her. The idea of him using her and manipulating her was fading. She began to realize that his feelings for her were strong, whatever they were; love or obsession, she wasn't sure, but he wasn't bluffing when he had said he wouldn't let her go.
He told her every time that he loved her, pleading with her to talk to him, to take him back. She began to ignore him, she wouldn't look at him, and she just unlocked the door and went inside. Max would always get up from her chair outside and stand by the door as she unlocked it. He would lean against the wall and watch her, even though it was only for 30 seconds. He always said hi and asked 'how are you?' She hoped maybe ignoring him would cause him to realize it was really over and he could move on. She didn't want this for him, not for either of them. She didn't want him to know but it was so hard for her to see him.
A part of her was angry about the lies and scared that he was an ex-convict. But another part of her, a big part of her, still loved him. Still found him incredibly sexy and handsome. A part of her strangely was turned on by his past; the fact that he was such a hardened man, but had let her in. Had let his guard down and been sweet to her. Had treated her with kindness and sweetness that she had never had with any other man.
And the sexual attraction they had was undeniably strong. She still thought about him at night, when she was alone, touching herself. She thought about his strong arms and his broad chest. How good he felt when he was on top of her. How protected she had felt with him. Knowing no one could hurt her with him by her side. But she had never considered he could be the one doing the hurting.
Jenna began to notice that Max wasn't just at her home after work, sometimes on the weekends he was at the store when she was; if she out to lunch, he would be sitting at a table nearby. He never said anything to her, just kept his distance and watched her. So she ignored him and went on with her business. After about a month of this, Jenna began to accept what was happening, it just became a part of her day and it didn't bother her anymore. She didn't get nervous walking up to her door; she didn't worry when he was watching her eat dinner with friends. She just accepted it as Max being Max.
October came and autumn was Jenna's favorite season. She loved the beautiful colors of the trees, the smell of the wind on a cloudy, cool, evening, the sound of the dried leaves rustling across the parking lot at work as she walked to her car. This time of year put Jenna at a sense of ease. It made her relaxed and feel warm inside, even though the weather was cooling. She couldn't explain what it was about fall, but it just did something amazing to her.
One evening she came home, a little later than usual, she had stopped at the store and bought decorations and Halloween treats for her students. She was feeling the spirit of the season and was very happy. She walked up to her door and of course, there was Max waiting on her patio. He stood slowly and took the few steps to her side and leaned his massive frame against her apartment wall. He stuffed his hands his pockets, it was obvious he was cold. The temperatures were in the 50's this time of month and got even colder as the sun went down. But yet, there he was still.
"Hi," He said, smiling down at her. She looked up at him and could see the excitement in his eyes of finally getting to see her today. His dark orbs burned into her and she smiled back at him quickly.
"Hi Max," she replied. Max's face changed, surprise filling his features. He couldn't believe she had spoken to him; she hadn't done that in over a month. Max straightened his body as she unlocked her door. Bewildered at this change of events Max's brain spun, trying to think of what to say next. "You need help?" he asked quickly, seeing an opportunity to take this further. Jenna frowned, a look of questioning herself on her face.
"Uhhhhh." she mumbled, thinking, she stepped through her apartment door and turned back towards him, "Sure, there's some bags in my trunk still." She walked inside and Max jumped to get the bags from her car. His hands were shaking as he grabbed them and closed her trunk, he couldn't believe this was happening. His heart beat so fast and hard he grew dizzy with excitement. He remembered the last time he had been inside her apartment, how he had helped her with her bags and it had turned into a very bad experience for both of them. He pushed that from his thoughts and tried to focus on the now. He was in her place now and he needed to make the right choices this time.
He set the bags on her table and stood in the kitchen, wringing his hands together, trying to think of the safest approach. He watched her as she pulled the things out of the bags, her back to him. His eyes scanned over her body. Her dark hair fell almost to her backside; it had grown longer over the summer. His eyes scanned lower and stopped at her ass. He watched it for a while as she moved around, setting things down, pulling things out of the bag. He loved her ass. The roundness of it, the strong muscle that made it high and tight. He remembered running his hands over it while she would sit on top of him.
Max began to feel his cock harden and decided he needed to take it easy. All his mind and body was telling him to do was to take her, right there. She'll love it; he told himself. But he pushed those thoughts away, he had been wrong before and he'd be wrong again. He couldn't handle her rejecting him again.
"So," Jenna turned towards him and leaned against the counter, forcing a smile, it was still beautiful but not as beautiful as her real one. Max could tell she was tense, uncomfortable. It broke his heart that this was where they were at.
"How did we get here, Jenna?" Max blurted out, the thought in his head escaping his lips before he had thought it through. He expected Jenna to yell, tell him it was all his fault, because he was a liar and a manipulator. But she didn't. She frowned and curved her eyebrows, making a sad face. She opened her mouth to speak, but then stopped and sighed. She looked up at him, her eyes burning with sadness.
