0 comments/ 3697 views/ 4 favorites I'm A Monkey Man By: Latenight_Pondering I wrote this for myself originally as an exercise in character creation. Jake and Amy refused to be tied down though and it turned into this. I've fallen in love with them, I laugh and cry with them sometimes. Far more laughing than crying. And like Jake says "It's a good pain." If you're from Springfield IL, I'm sorry for totally making things up in your town. It was done out of love... "Jake, what are you doing this weekend?" my cube mate asked. "Nothing, glorious nothing. I've been on site for the last eight weeks and tomorrow I'm sleeping in." "Oh, but you're wrong," He chortled. "Screw you Craig" I loudly thought. It was my first job out of school. I was working as a soils engineer. The lowest one. This meant I was run ragged since I'd hired in and this was my first 48 hours to myself. My cubicle mate was the former lowest rung and gave me news of each new assignment with barely concealed glee. Getting mad would only amuse him more. I sighed. "Fine, where am I going?" "Springfield Illinois. Supposed to be lovely this time of year. You're the company representative at the geotech conference on soil engineering. I went last year, yawn." I blinked. "You're kidding. Why?" I hadn't written any papers, no one at the company had. I didn't know anyone who did. I hadn't even heard of the thing before. "Old man Jones likes people to see his bright young boys out and about." "I don't even know where Springfield is." He flipped an airline packet on my desk. "I'm sure the airline does. Oh, and it was cheaper for you to come back Monday morning." Had he planned this? "Oh well, maybe I'll learn something new." "Yeah, you're going to learn how boring a geotech conference is." "Gardner!" The chief engineer, Alan Jones, yelled across the office. "Yessir!" Craig popped to his feet so he could be seen over the dividers. "Pack your bags, you're going to Gary Indiana. That sewage treatment project needs a consult and you're it." "Uh, Jake is in the intensive training phase still and I had..." "Turner's in Springfield for the conference. You're driving truck six, go pack!" Oh this was good. Not only did he have to drive 6 hours, he had to do it in the oldest truck that rattled and shook at anything over 50 and had a rather odd smell on the cab. "I hear Gary is lovely this time of year," I said as I scooped airline tickets and some paperwork into my bag." "Oh, fuck off." It really wasn't as dismal as I thought it would be. Not riveting, but not horrible. I sat through six different presentations on things like proposed soil classification changes, advances in analysis methods all of Saturday while pressing the flesh and handing out my card in between. I was easily the youngest person there, and while I would have enjoyed sleeping in, it wasn't Gary. After the last session I decided to skip the banquet and go for a long walk to clear the dirt out of my head. I hadn't ever been here, Abe Lincoln's old stomping ground you know, so I carefully put a waypoint in my phone GPS and set off. It wasn't a bad place, just not terribly interesting. There weren't a lot of places open on a Saturday evening and I walked 12 blocks before I saw another person walking. I started taking random turns, hoping I'd stumble on the cool part of town. After a couple of hours I was ready to admit defeat. I pulled out my phone and looked at a black screen and realized I hadn't plugged it in last night. I looked up, trying to see Orion so I'd know which way was north at least. It was cloudy. Shit. I hadn't been paying a bit of attention and I was thoroughly lost. I looked around hopefully for a taxi. Hardly any traffic at all. It was getting later, I was in a business district where nothing was open, I was pretty much thoroughly fucked. I shrugged and started walking up the street. One way was as good as another at this point. I heard music across the street a little while later and looked up. There was a small boutique with an open sign in the window. Some sort of hipster pop was playing on outdoor speakers to an audience of me. Small spotlights made the place an island of color in a sea of gray twilight. I was overjoyed. I walked in. Someone had to know which was the hotel was. The bell jangled over my head as I stepped in and stopped short. Oh man. Boutique and resale shop. The owner was going to have rhinestone cats eye glasses and raspy voice from too many clove cigarettes. She probably hated men and was going to be a real pain about giving me directions. I stood my ground. What other choice did I have? Coming through a door behind the counter was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Oh, no cats eye glasses here, just old jeans and a gray sweatshirt. Her copper hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, she was tall and moved with the grace of...I don't even know. Something woodsy and nymph like. She stood behind the counter and raised her eyebrows. She had the most amazing gray eyes I had ever seen. They laid my soul bare. Bare! I wanted to know everything about her. Everything. The darlings of SXSW, whoever they were, ended their plaintive song right then. I looked up in surprise as the beginning of Monkey Man by the Rolling Stones started. Bizarre change but the tinkling piano was perfect for the moment. Thank you Mick. I loved this song. And that son of a bitch started yowling about his simian status and junkie ass friends. Then I realized I had stood there way too long without saying anything. She was starting to look nervous. Say something clever, now goddamit! I pointed up and all I could think to say was "Monkey Man." And then nothing else. Oh my God, did I just do that? Her face went from incipiently nervous to complete surprise. "Excuse me?" Her voice was perfect, as gorgeous as she was. It was over, I'd been torpedoed and was sinking. Lifeboats were being lowered. She came around the counter looking concerned. "Are you OK? Did someone beat you up?" I mentally shook myself, promised terrible retribution to the non-functional parts of my brain. I could salvage this with a simple explanation. "I'm sorry. The Rolling Stones startled me." Wait. What the shit did I just say? She nodded slowly. "Yes, they'll do that. Do you need to sit down or something?" she said very clearly and carefully. Mick Jagger expressed gratitude she was a monkey woman too. How long was this damned song? Who could think through this asshole screaming? I cleared my throat. "I'm really sorry. Long day at a conference, my brains are oatmeal." She slowly smiled. I melted a little. "I can see that. Were you shopping for someone special?" "No!" She couldn't think I was married! And I'd just said that way too loud. She blinked. "OK, I have to ask; is this the first time you've talked to a real live girl?" "Of course not, I talked to my sister this morning." I said a little defensively. Why couldn't he just shut the fuck up about being a monkey? Was this some bizarre extended mix? I actually liked this song? Was I deranged? She bit her lip and put her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were twinkling. Mick had a bout of what sounded like projectile vomiting and went away. Someone started singing about the Birmingham Blues. OK. I could relax. I'd completely blown this. She saw a raving madman who didn't talk to real girls. Except his sister. It was OK, I could get directions to the hotel and slink away. I shook my head. "Can I start over?" "Why not?" She was grinning at me. "I'm lost, I went for a walk and wasn't paying attention." "Oh sure! Where are you staying? I'll draw you a map." No. This wasn't possible. Where was I staying?! She looked at me expectantly. "It was brown. By the airport." I said slowly. Her eyebrows went up again. Oh, right. I remembered now. "Oh yeah, Radisson Conference Center. That was it." She nodded, went behind the counter and started drawing a map. "I'm sorry to be such a freak." This was good. A little humanity at the end of an epic struggle. I'd just explain myself. "I was just a little surprised when you came out." "Hmm?" she said, turning the paper as she carefully labeled the map. "It's just that you're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen." No! That wasn't what I was going to say at all! Who was talking? Was it voodoo? The pencil stopped moving and she slowly looked up with a "Are you fucking with me?" look. I put my hands up in surrender. "Maybe I had a stroke. I'm really sorry. I'll find it." I started for the door. "Wait up," she said behind me. She handed me a map. "That'll get you there. What kind of conference are you at?" "What? Oh, soil engineering." "Ah." She said it like it explained everything. It probably did. "Thanks again." "You're welcome, thanks for stopping in." She was biting her lip again. I nodded and walked back out. As the door closed I heard her burst into laughter and it followed me down the street as I trudged away. Even her laugh was amazing. The last 10 minutes were going to haunt the rest of my life. Monkey Man? Had I really said that? I walked on, trying to keep my mind empty. That was it, one foot in front of another. Three blocks. Then four. Just think about walking. I heard a car behind me and turned, hoping for a taxi. No, just some econobox. It slowed and stopped beside me and the passenger window came down. "Hey, Monkey Man." I turned and it was her. Even lit by the dashboard she was amazing. "Hey there." "Hop in, I'll take you up there." "Are you sure?" She laughed. "I'm sure. C'mon." I got in and put my head back against the seat and sighed. It felt good to just sit. "My name is Amy," she said, pulling away. "I'm Jake." "Hi Jake. How long were you out walking?" "I'm not sure. I left a little after four." "It's after nine. Something ponderous to work out?" "Not really, just mind numbingly bored." She smiled out the windshield. "That speaks well of you. Are you really a soil engineer? "I am, in that I was hired as a soil engineer. I graduated last spring with a geology degree and this was the job I found. Not exactly the plan I started with." "What was that?" "Some cool science job, maybe USGS doing exploration type stuff. Amazing vistas, climbing around mountains, nothing for miles." "That sounds like a good plan. This moment isn't the rest of your life you know." The truth in that statement was like a bucket of cold water. I looked over in something approaching awe and she was just smiling slightly as she drove along. "Christ, you're some kind of Buddha too?" "Some kind. I graduated last spring with a philosophy degree." "What does a philosophy major do?" She laughed. "Work retail mostly." "That's all wrong. There ought to be philosophy outlets. You go and get help with an ethical dilemma or just order up a good argument. That sort of thing." "I like the cut of your jib." "It's the only jib I got." She looked over, surprised. "I'm the mad bomber..." "What bombs at midnight!" "Oh, well done." she said and suddenly we were pulling into the hotel parking lot. Wait, it was way too soon. "Brown, and by the airport. As requested." she said and I laughed. She stopped under the canopy and smiled. "I really appreciate the lift." I said, reaching for the handle. "Did you mean that line you dropped on me? That I was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen?" I shook my head. "That wasn't a line, my heart hurts when I look at you." "Wow," she whispered, looking back out the windshield. I tried to memorize her face before I got out of the car. Hopeless. "What goes on at these things?" she asked. "By now dinner is over and people have moved to the bar I'd guess." "What are they like?" "Mostly old guys, they tell a lot of stories about building freeways and dams and so on." "I'd like to see that," she said, looking at me again. "I'd love to show you around." "Let me park." I wouldn't say the bar went silent when we walked in but the noise level sure went down as everyone looked at her. She waved as we walked to the bar. "Hi guys!" There was a chorus of greetings back. She pointed me at seats next to an old guy with an impressive moustache that was drinking alone. Amy ordered a gin and tonic and I nodded for one as well. She spun her barstool around and surveyed the room, rotating until she was facing the bar. She took a sip of her drink. "Hi, I'm Amy," she said to the old guy. He looked surprised. "Hi Amy, I'm Vic." He saluted her with his glass and she clinked hers against it. "This here is Jake." she said and he nodded at me. "I saw you in my presentation today. You were taking notes." He almost sounded like he was accusing me. "I'm new to analysis and I wanted to get down a couple of terms to look up later." He just nodded but he looked pleased. Amy's statement from earlier was rolling around in my head like echoing thunder. I began to look at these guys a little differently. "Jake just graduated," Amy told him. "Oh yeah? Where from?" "Penn." "Is Evans still around?" "He's an emeritus now but I got to hear him speak a couple of times." "He was my first boss. God, what a hell raiser." "Really?" Amy sounded delighted and Vic laughed and began telling her stories of an earlier Vic; accidental bar fights and drunken escapades. He began another story but veered into long descriptions of the landscapes he'd worked in. He was staring into space as he described it and it was obvious he had loved them. "Of course, it all changed. You get older, the world gets smaller." He smiled into his drink at happy memories. "Jake here was hoping for that kind of adventure." "In soils?" He was surprised. "You need a field job, some survey. Young man, there's plenty of time for dirt later." "That's what I told him." "I took the job I could find," I explained but he shook his head. "That's no good. Don't get stuck like that. Half of these geezers did that and look at them. Ulcers, heart attacks, strokes, alcoholism. Doing something you don't love slowly eats you up." "Told you" Amy mouthed at me. "Ahh, I've been blathering on too long. It's about time I headed to bed." "Thank you Vic," Amy said. "It was a real pleasure." "You brightened up a dark evening young lady." he assured her. He nodded at me as he went by. He may have actually been smiling under that moustache. "You know, I think I've seen what I wanted to see." Amy said. She hopped off her stool and most of the room waved at her or called out a goodnight. She smiled at me as we walked along the hall. "That was fun." "I'd really like to see you again." "Yeah? Who said I was leaving?" She stopped at the elevator and pushed the button. I was stunned. We stood there quietly waiting, my heart racing. When the doors opened, I pushed the button for my floor. "I want you to know that I don't do this." she said, turning to face me. "This isn't some meaningless thing. We just don't have the time to spend watching you trip over your own feet, as wonderful as that is." She stepped closer and I put my hands on her waist. "I'm attracted to people of quality," she almost whispered, touching my face. I stared into her eyes, completely lost. gray flaked with tiny bits of blue. She leaned forward and brushed my nose with hers. The doors opened. "C'mon," she took me by the hand and led me out. I opened my door and followed her in. "If I put on music, are you going to lose your shit again?" "I'll try and hold it together." I took off my shoes and she hooked up her ipod to the radio. "This is Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong doing Porgy and Bess. We'll work up to Mick and the boys another time." She held out her arms. "Come dance with me." I took her in my arms and we swayed into the overture. "I don't want your heart to hurt when you look at me," she whispered after a few minutes. I could smell her shampoo and it was the most amazing thing ever. "It's a good hurt." "Yeah? Tell me." "Like stretching muscles you didn't know you had." "That's a nice answer," she said, pulling my head down to hers. Our lips touched. How do you even explain a perfect first kiss? I can tell you that we kept dancing, our lips touching. I can tell you that her lips parted and the tip of her tongue touched my lips. I can say that somehow our evening together was encapsulated in a single endless kiss. I can also try to tell you about the bombs going off behind my eyes. Both of her hands were on the back of my neck. She broke away breathing hard, her forehead still touching mine. "Whew. You should come with some kind of warning label." she said. "That was..." I groped for words. "Yes." I'd grown painfully hard and I shifted slightly so I wasn't pressing it into her. She chuckled and grabbed my belt, pulled me close against her. "Are you kidding? You kiss a girl like that in your hotel room and then get embarrassed about a hard-on?" She caressed my cheek, rubbing her nose against mine again. She was doing something amazing with her hips, rubbing against my cock. My hands were on her back, memorizing every muscle. Amy reached down and unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders as she guided me back against the loveseat, pushing me gently into it. She stepped back and gave me a smile. That smile alone almost killed me. It promised mayhem, paradise, big trouble, ecstasy. She kept swaying to the beat as she took the bottom of her sweatshirt and slowly pulled it up, never breaking eye contact. I couldn't take it, I glanced down to see her perfect stomach, the marvel of her bellybutton. I swallowed and looked up. She was still looking at me, with that smile. She pulled the sweatshirt over her head, dragging the bra with it. "Oh my god," I whispered. Her breasts were small, but perfectly fit her. She had hard nipples with almost no areola, dark red. She ran her hands over her stomach, watching me. She unbuckled her belt, left it hang as she unbuttoned the top of her jeans. "Now you," she whispered. "Show me." I opened my pants and slid them off, along with my underwear. I was incredibly hard. There were laws about being this turned on, permits were probably involved. Amy glanced down and smiled, her eyebrows raising in appreciation. "Is that what I do to you?" "Yes, but my brain too." "You incoherently blurt out the nicest things." She opened her pants and let them fall. She was wearing simple black bikini panties that were half pulled down. She pushed them off, she had runner's legs and just a small strip of pubic hair. She climbed onto my lap, my cock was pressed against her sex and I could feel the wetness. "You're looking at me like you've never seen...I don't know. Like you're seeing the ocean for the first time." "I am. You're perfect," I whispered. "So are you." She leaned against my chest. Her skin was warm and smelled like apricot. I wrapped my arms around her and she put her lips against mine again. We sat like that and kissed, hardly moving. I finally ran out of breath and sat back as I caught it again. "Are you ready?" she asked, taking my cock in her hand. I nodded and she put the head just inside of her lips. Her wetness covered me, she was like a furnace. She was smiling as she looked into my eyes but it faded and then she was searching my face. She looked serious almost pensive, searching my eyes for something. I'd thought she'd laid my soul bare when I first saw her, but now I began to learn what that really meant. She put her hands on either side of my face and kept her eyes on mine "Stay with me," she whispered and she began to slowly let herself slide down onto me. Her eyes widened and lips made an "O" when she was sitting on my lap. I'm A Monkey Man "Oh my god. Oh wow. This is good, you feel so amazing inside of me, I'm going to...oh! Don't let me fall!" She leaned back but I kept her in my arms as she went rigid and loudly cried out over and over. "Holy shit," she gasped as she fell forward against my chest. She caught her breath and kissed my lips for a long moment. "OK, now I'm ready." she said putting her hands on my shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes. "Now fuck me," she said. I began to thrust up into her as she moved against me. I'd slide halfway out of her and then she'd push herself back down against me. I was beginning to breathe hard, I couldn't take much more. But it was too soon, I didn't want this to end. "I'm getting close, slow down." "No!" She began moving faster. "I want to feel your cum inside me. C'mon, let me feel that big cock squirt. Fuck that pussy, do it! Fill me up! Give me your cum, you gorgeous man! Make me yours!" That did it. One moment isn't the rest of your life, not even the good ones. No matter how much you want them to be. My head went back and I lifted her off the couch with my hips. I could feel my entire body tense as I began to cum. My stomach and ass clenched, forcing spurt after spurt into her. I felt my toes clench, my fingers clenched, I think my hair tried to clench. Her eyes went wide. "Oh! Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Give it to me!" Her words dissolved into a long drawn out cry and then, I swear to Christ, she howled like a fucking wolf. Head thrown back, full on howl. I was startled but it didn't stop me. I reached up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down onto me, burying myself inside of her and pressing her against me. Her body twitched over and over as she made little exclamation noises. I held her like that as we caught our breath again. "What was THAT?" I panted and she laughed. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. Like it?" I realized I was hearing cheering through the wall and she giggled. "Even the Russian judge gives that a 10." Amy sat up and kissed my nose. "Are you ready to try a shower with me?" My cock twitched at the thought. "Ooh, I guess you are." I helped her up and followed her magnificent ass into the bathroom. Thank you for reading. Yes, there's more to their story and yes I'm going to tell you about it. I had a really hard time hitting the submit button and dropping my guys onto the internet. Almost like sending my kids off to the bus for the first time. Except dirty. When I get to live at home (I travel even more than Jake) I'm fortunate enough to live with the woman Amy is based on. I love her madly and I hope that comes through.