The Disaster Diaries: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypse (7 page)

‘Do you want to come out?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know.’

‘Please. I want to see you.’

‘You want to see me?’

‘I always want to see you.’

I thought about it for a moment. The time was right.
I would ask her out.

‘I will meet you in the usual place in about thirty
minutes.’

‘That sounds good to me. See you then!’

Chapter
Twenty-Nine: Friendly Warning

***

I walked down the old dirt lane towards the sty. A
warm glow tickled the inside of my chest. Clarissa was chatting to one of the
other dog walkers. She gifted me her sweet smile. Clarissa really did look
beautiful. She was wearing a long summer dress with a floral design stitched
into the fabric. It showed off plenty of cleavage. Her long black hair was tied
back into a ponytail behind her head. She looked incredibly yummy.

‘Good morning,’ I greeted them both.

They replied with greetings of their own.

‘Did you hear about that dog?’ asked the older
woman.

‘What dog is that?’ I asked.

‘The devil dog,’ explained Clarissa.

‘Oh. I know that one. What about it?’

‘Apparently it mauled a dog outside of its house.’

‘Jesus...’ Just the thought of that made my stomach
twist. That dog was big and muscular. It could do real damage if it wanted to.
‘Is the dog alright?’

‘It has some cuts, but I thought I would warn you.’

‘Yes. Thank you. It is too big for those kids to
handle.’

‘It should be muzzled,’ added Clarissa. ‘It scares
me every time I see it.’

‘I think I will have to find an alternate route to
the forest from now on,’ I replied.

Chapter
Thirty: Confession

***

‘Tell me what happened,’ Clarissa whispered into my
ear. I let out a long deep sigh and stood back against the rough bark of the
ancient oak tree. The feel of her lips upon my neck was causing butterflies to
flutter within the depths of my stomach. I squeezed her plump round breast
within the palm of my right hand. I don’t know what it was, but I could play
with her tits all day. I glanced down towards the ground. My trousers were down
around my ankles and my cock was standing proud. Clarissa was in an incredibly
naughty mood, but then again she generally was. Her delicate fingers were
curled around my thick shaft, as stroked her hands along the full length of my
sensitive organ. The way she held me was so relaxing. It was like getting a
massage off of some kind of professional.

‘There is nothing to say,’ I replied in a soft moan.
We had only been at it a few minutes and already I was close. This is the power
she had over me. I was just so sexually attracted to Clarissa. ‘She was married,
which makes her a complete lying bitch. How did your night go?’

‘It was the same as before.’

‘You sound disappointed.’

‘Well, I do love him. I did love him. I don’t know.
I just wish things didn’t change. I used to be very happy with him. I would do
anything for him, but now I feel nothing for him. I have one more date and I
think that is it. I hope the spark returns, but I think it has gone.’

‘I’m sorry. I know how much you like him.’

‘Thanks.’ She nibbled on my earlobe.

I should ask her out.

I know she loves her ex-boyfriend, but we are alone
in the forest and she is jerking me off. We are boyfriend and girlfriend in
every single way. We are best friends. We are naughty. We hang out. We know
everything there is to know about each other.

‘Clarissa?’

‘Yes.’

‘Would you like to go out with me?’

She pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes. A
look of mild confusion appeared like a shadow upon her sweet face. Her hand
continued to stroke my dick. For a long moment she just started at me. It was
as if she couldn’t tell if I was joking or not.

‘Do you mean like a date?’

‘Yes.’ I momentarily broke eye contact. I don’t know
why, but I was suddenly feeling very small. ‘You and I have never actually gone
on a proper date before, you know? I would like to go on a proper date with you
and see if you and I could actually work.’

‘Are you being serious?’

‘Yes. Does it seem weird?’

‘No,’ she replied. ‘I just never thought you liked
me that way.’

‘I do, but we have always had boyfriends or
girlfriends. The time never seemed right. I think now is a perfect time. We are
both moving on from our ex’s. We are practically boyfriend and girlfriend
already.’ I gestured with a nod towards my cock. Clarissa giggled. She gripped
it a little tighter and started to jerk me off even faster.

‘I would love to go on a date with you, Logan.’

I don’t know who was smiling wider, her or me.

‘When do you want to go out?’

‘I am free next weekend. We can do it properly. Go
out to dinner?’

‘That sounds good.’

‘We are actually going to have a date.’ She leaned
forward and kissed me upon the lips. It was a really sweet kiss and carried her
true emotions for me. Clarissa liked me as much as I liked her. Her hand began
to stroke my cock faster and harder. A deep groan leapt from my lips as my
mouth hung open. The pressure between my legs was building towards danger
levels. A tingling sensation filtered down through my body. ‘Are you going to
cum for me?’ She asked with a naughty smile. I nodded my head in return. ‘Where
do you want to cum?’

‘Do you have any protection?’

‘How naughty, you want to cum inside me?’

‘Yes.’

‘You want to cum in my tight wet pussy?’

‘Yes.’

‘I would love that, but I didn’t bring any. Did
you?’

‘No.’

‘I will let you do that next time.’ She giggled.
‘Where do you want to cum?’

I squeezed her breast. ‘I want to cum over your
tits.’

‘Good choice.’ Without letting go of my dick she got
to her knees. I watched in awe, as she knocked away the straps from her
shoulder and pulled down the front of her dress. Her large round tits stood
naked before my eyes. They looked perfect. Men had wet dreams about tits like
these. I was just happy that they were all mine.

‘Fuck!’ I moaned echoed off into the forest.

Clarissa was sucking on the tip of my cock.

‘I’m going to cum,’ I told her. My fingers worked
their way through her hair.

‘Do it.’ She pointed the tip of my cock towards her
mountainous breasts. A bright white light ignited within my mind, as every
single muscle tensed within my body. I could feel a rush of pressure drop from
the depths of my stomach and head straight down between my thighs. Deep primal
groans filled the air. My cock erupted spectacularly. I painted her tits and
neck, as she continued to jerk me off. It felt like I was having some kind of
out of body experience. I felt like I was floating up towards the heavens.
Ripples of pleasure danced throughout my body. I could feel my toes curling. It
felt like the top of my skull might blow off. How did this woman make me feel
so good?

Chapter
Thirty-One: Second Chance

***

‘Do you want to delete your account?’ I rolled the
words on my tongue for a moment. ‘Yes.’ I clicked my mouse and closed my dating
account. I have always believed I was good at reading people. I thought I could
spot a liar from a mile away, but Samantha and Isabella had proven me wrong. I
was just an idiot around gorgeous women. It would not happen again. My account
on the dating website was closed. I would never go on there again. I want
things with Clarissa to work out. I don’t want any distractions from her. This
coming weekend we will go out together and finally have our first official
date.

My cell phone began to ring.

It was Isabella, again!

I couldn’t keep ignoring her. I would finally talk
to her and end this matter once and for all.

‘Hello.’ I didn’t try to hide my tone.

‘Hey, baby,’ replied Isabella, but I could sense
hesitation in her voice. ‘I have been trying to call you all morning.’

‘I know.’

‘Oh, are you mad with me?’

‘What do you think?’

‘I know, I should have told you that I was married.’

‘Yes, you should have.’

‘I never meant to lie to you.’

‘So, it just slipped your mind?’

‘No. It’s not like that. I-I...’ she stuttered. I
could hear her sniffing on the other end of the phone. Was she crying? Did she
think I was a fool? ‘My husband isn’t a very nice man. He gets angry and he
shouts at me. I have been thinking about leaving him for months now. I went on
the dating site to try to just meet someone nice. I never meant to cheat or
fall in love. I just wanted to talk to someone. I didn’t think I would like you
as much as I did. I never planned for things to go this far, but once it
started I didn’t want it to end. You made me feel so happy.’

Was this true?

A tinge of guilt filled my heart.

‘I didn’t know your husband was like that.’

‘You weren’t to know. I am sorry, Logan. I don’t
want it to end this way.’ I could hear a male voice shouting something in the
background. ‘He has just got back from the shops. Can I call you later?’

‘Okay.’ It wasn’t like I could say no. How much of
an asshole would that make me look?

‘Thank you, Logan.’

The phone line went dead. I placed my cell phone
down on my desk and sighed. Had I misjudged Isabella that badly? I thought she
was using me, but in truth she was being honest. Did that make her feelings for
me real? She was still married, though. Did this make me the good guy or the
bad guy? I wasn’t sure how I felt about her. She is lovely, gorgeous, naughty
and sexy, but she is married. I have never cheated on someone. Could I still have
a relationship with her? Did I want one? I was going to start dating Clarissa,
what was the right thing to do?

The icon of a new e-mail appeared on the top left of
my screen.

I opened my inbox and looked inside. It was from the
psychic painter Brendan.

‘I read your e-mail and I believe what you say. I
have painted us meeting each other. I don’t think this is coincidence or a
random meeting. This is fate. Here is my address.’ He attached his address in
the middle of the e-mail. I couldn’t believe it. He lived in the same small
town as me. Was that even possible? What were the chances of meeting someone
online and learning that they lived ten minutes walk from my house? Our dreams
were right. The world really had to be ending. This was too much for my brain
to handle. ‘I would like to meet you in person and discuss what we have seen. I
have cancelled my plans and will be at home all day. I await your arrival.’

That was the end of the e-mail.

Brendan wanted to meet me.

Finally, after all these years, I would get my
answers.

Chapter
Thirty-Two: The Psychic Painter

***

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I didn’t
expect to end up at a pretty little cottage on the outskirts of town. The
person seemed to take great care of his front garden, as there were all sorts
of pretty flowers that represented all the colours of the rainbow. This was
what my family called the posh part of town. It was a row of lovely little
cottages that had the forest on their doorstep. Never in a million years would
I be able to buy one of these houses.

I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened
inwards.

A man in his late forties, with a receding hairline
and a scruffy beard, stood before me. His eyes widened with a sense of shock
and his lips broke into a smile, which bordered on the edge of insanity. It was
the type of smile a crazy person in an insane asylum would give you.

‘It is really you.’ He shook his head in disbelief.
‘You look just like you did in my dreams.’

I shuffled, uncomfortably.

This was a bit awkward.

What did you say to something like that?

‘Please, come inside.’ Brendan stepped aside and
welcomed me in. I was stood in a small hallway. Family photos covered the
walls. I could hardly recognise the young Brendan. He looked so different when
shaved and cleaned up. In the photos he was standing next to a pretty blonde
woman and two young boys. They must be his family. ‘Come this way.’ He led me
down the hallway and took a right at the first doorway. I momentarily froze, as
I stepped into the room. My eyes scanned high and low, left and right, but my
brain was still trying to digest it all. Every single inch of the wall was
covered in A-4 paper, but they were drawings and paintings of Lucy, me,
Samantha, Isabella, Clarissa, Brendan, his family, the town, destruction,
flames, blood, gore, death and carnage.