Chapter VI

PART II
CHAPTER VI--LOST PROPHET
July 25th

Katy Madison jogged briskly around Central Park in between an intermittent thunderstorm, recklessly filtering through her I-Pod with a quick dance of her eager fingers. The portable music device housed her favorite musical artists, ranging from the incomparable Dave Matthews Band, the juggernaut classic rock band, The Rolling Stones, and finally Pink Floyd.
Katy’s gray and red striped ensemble easily caught the wandering eyes of the city’s finest horndogs. Her daily exercise routine kept her body in firm shape. As a member of the prestigious P.A.L.S. organization, Katy had always kept herself on the path of a rigorous regime.
Her daily jog rapidly became filled with wandering thoughts of Dr. Judas Sturgis. It was only a short month and a half ago that the two shared a drink at one of the local cafes, and promised to keep in touch.
A meandering teenager bristled past her; spinning her on a dime, on his way to catch the departing Greyhound express line.
“What a little prick,” she muttered to herself. She had her fill of the stupid, arrogant, and self-absorbed assholes that seemed to parade their recessive genes around the city daily, without a care or common courtesy extended to the next individual in their proximity.
She returned to her thoughts about Judas, wondering where the hell he’s been and why the absent phone calls. Her current path brought her to a nearby newspaper stand, where the daily copy of the New York Post rested comfortably in its proper place.
On the front page splashed the headline: Local doctor released from hospital.
Underneath the black and white picture, Katy almost pissed on herself once she saw the person’s head shot in the center of the paper.
Dr. Judas Sturgis!!!
She calmly slid the vendor a crisp green dollar bill and snatched up a copy, along with a 24 oz bottle of ice cold Dasani water. Katy made her way through the thick gathering of New York City’s ‘finest’ to an emptied park bench straight ahead. Katy turned off her music and crossed her legs, eagerly waiting to divulge this new information concerning Judas.
Katy deciphered what had happened to Judas and planned to pay the recovering doctor a little visit.
Judas, now bearded and twenty pounds heavier, rested comfortably inside his den, using every fingertip available to twist off the cap to an ice cold Heineken. That uber-cool taste wrapped his taste buds in a heavenly glory.
Judas was not a man of organizational structure. His spacious den alone was littered with medical papers, science journals, and his favorite copies of Mad Magazine. Judas’s attention was totally engrossed in thinking of absolutely nothing, just a heavy dose of daydreaming.
Katy Madison nervously dialed Judas’s number, hoping the good doctor would answer it.
Judas had just finished off the first bottle of Heineken, rising to retrieve another, when his telephone jarred him out of his funk. His gangly fingers scooped up the white portable off its cradle, and threw across the room. He didn’t want anyone calling him, only the continued silence of the world around.
That reckless toss of the telephone had inadvertently turned it on, with a nervous Katy Madison on the other end.
“Hello? Judas?” Katy’s voice was taut and delayed. “You probably have something better to do than talk to me right now,” Katy said hoping that wasn’t entirely true. She had a secret crush on him, and ever since their meeting, she had deeper thoughts about Judas.
Once her effervescent voice had penetrated his ears, Judas made a miraculous dive to retrieve the phone.
“Katy? Is that really you?” Judas innocently asked her from the other end.
Her voice seemed startled yet enjoyed to hear him speak her name. “Yes, I’m here Judas.”
This must be a dream. Judas had prayed for this day to arrive when he could talk to Katy Madison just one more time. He felt a bit incorrigible for treating her rather abruptly the last time they met.
“Oh what a relief!” Judas added with a sudden exuberance.
“Glad to see I’m missed,” Katy continued the conversation with a hearty chuckle.
“I was hoping we could talk some more, you know, especially after I cut our date short.” Judas admitted to his mistake.
“Same here.” Katy was totally smitten by this man. Her giddy tone probably relinquished any self-control she had left.
“I’ve been in some dire straits since our last conversation,” Judas informed her of the situation. “I was sitting alone in the café watching that pompous ass, Dr. Forsythe spewing his righteousness and wisdom to some reporters. And then it happened, completely blind sided me,” Judas added as he paced around the room, one hand holding the portable phone, the other grasping a warming bottle of Heineken.
“What happened? I read the papers, but I want to hear it from you Judas.” Katy respected him enough not to fall prey to scathing articles or fabricated lies about his character.
“Thank you,” Judas responded with earnest. “I suffered a mild heart attack, and dropped like a sack of rocks to the floor. That’s the last thing I remember, besides waking up in the hospital. Unbeknownst to me, I also cracked my head pretty hard on the tiles, and suffered a concussion that kept me in a coma for the better part of a month.” He completed the story, romantically finishing off the bottle of delicious beer.
“Is there anything you need?” Katy inquired of Judas.
“I’m very hungry.” Judas grabbed his rumbling stomach. “How about this? I’ll call for some cheese and sausage pizza from Domino’s and we can shoot the shit around a bit?” He casually invited her over to his place. “I could really use some company tonight.”
“Sounds like a date to me,” Katy answered back with a jubilant tone. “I’ll need directions, of course.”
“It’s very simple.” Judas eagerly gave Katy the easiest path to his house. “I should see you in about twenty-five minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” Katy finished up her conversation and clicked the phone off. “What to wear, what to wear.” She amused herself by opening her closet, exposing everything from lingerie, business suits, denim jeans, and summer dresses. Her eyes glowed with a fiery passion once she made her decision. “Absolutely perfect.”
Judas shuffled around the room waiting impatiently for the grub to arrive. His tired body ached for proper nutrition, but since he was fresh out of fruits and vegetables, pizza and beer would have to accommodate his urges for now.
The soft rapping upon his front door had brought Judas to full attention eager to snatch up that pizza and taste that hot, melting, cheese. Instead, Judas stood staring a gorgeous Katy Madison.
“Am I too early?” Katy’s voice cooed to him.
“All I want to know is since you’re here faster than the dinner, do I get you for free?” Judas jokingly responded.
“If you please.” Her wonderful eyes met his.
“I would love it for you to enter my lovely abode.” Judas ushered Katy in with a prevailing gentleman sweep of his hands.
Katy’s svelte figure was wrapped seductively in a red floral dress, her small feet were encased snugly in cherry red flats, and her body sprinkled with the perfect dose of perfume. She made sure she walked slowly past Judas, in order for him to get a full waft of her aura.
“You look sensational. Am I missing the boat on this one?” Judas inquired.
“What do you mean?” Katy turned around and toyed with her golden necklace that hugged every inch of her neckline. Her figure was simply lavishing, perfection in every category. At least in Judas’s eyes she was.
“A tad over dressed for pizza?” He again posed the sarcastic question. “What would happen if you spilled pizza sauce all over that pretty dress of yours?”
“I’d have to change.” Katy looked around the room, then back at Judas.
“You brought a change of clothes?” Judas played along in this electrically charged flirtatious atmosphere.
Katy just shook her head in a demure negative connotation. “I want you Dr. Sturgis.”
“I’m flattered really,” Judas walked over to her. “But, why?”
“Why not?” Katy poised the question. “You’re successful, handsome, endearing, and well proportioned?” Her eyes gazed down at his denim shorts. “You must be a boxer type of guy.” She smiled back at him.
A rash of red seared his face. Judas was blushing for the first time since his wedding night.
“You’re a funny man.” Katy caught the high-octane blush across his face. She moved in closer.
“I haven’t had time for any type of relationship since my wife died.”
“I’ve taken a break from all that dating stuff as well.”
Katy tried to connect with him. “I feel it’s time for me to jump back in the water.”
“What if I’m a dangerous shark ready to wreck your life?” Judas asked honestly.
“I’ll take my chances. Not all men are bottom feeders. I really admire you, and want to be with you.” Katy reached for his hand.
“This all happening way too fast,” Judas held her hand softly. “I don’t want this to be a mistake.”
“I’m ready for it, are you? I’ve been attracted to for some time now, and it was truly apparent when we went out for coffee that night at the café.”
“I enjoyed that night as well.” Judas noticed Katy stepping in even closer until they were mere inches apart.
“I have a secluded backyard, and a sprawling porch.” Judas turned away to head for the front door.
“What is it?” Katy begged him.
“I heard a car door, my guess is pizza’s here. We’ll take out on the porch for dinner.”
Judas slipped the delivery guy an extra ten dollars for his rapid service and returned back to Katy, who was outside waiting for Judas with her back arched against the wooden railing.
“Here we are . . . ” Judas stopped in mid-sentence once he saw the ravaging beauty of Katy before him.
“You have a beautiful place here Judas,” Katy said to her speechless host.
“Thank you,” Judas returned back to earth, taking his attention away, albeit briefly from the perky attributes of Katy Madison. Judas opened the box and withdrew a slice for his guest. Walking over to her, he tenderly brought the tip if pizza to her waiting lips and offered her a bite.
Katy stepped in closer and took a delicious snap from the slice, licking her lips in pleasure. Judas offered several more, until one last morsel remained. His fingers seductively placed it into her mouth, following it with a kiss.
Katy caught somewhat by surprise, likened this move made by the daring Judas Sturgis, dressed to impress in his denim shorts and Hawaiian shirt.
The sunshine had faltered, eventually giving way to thickening clouds of threatening rain.
“Look up there,” Judas motioned towards the darkening skies, “It’s time to head back inside.”
Katy wouldn’t have anything of Judas’s implication that they head back indoors. She forcefully grabbed his hand and pulled him closer into her chest, drenching his mouth with a frenzied French kiss.
Her eyes locked into his, the fire burning from within, Katy didn’t care about rain, and she wanted Judas here and now.
Judas returned the sexual favor by slowly lifting Katy’s dress and ran his swift hands up her soft thighs. Judas was surprised to find that Katy had no panties on whatsoever, almost anticipating Judas’s intentions later that night.
Katy fervently bit Judas on the lower lip, as his forefinger found its mark: her throbbing clitoris. It had been seven long months since Katy was touched in that manner. Katy exploded from within at the sheer caress, desperately wanting more.
Judas slipped his tongue deeply into Katy’s mouth, each time with a stronger push than before. Judas always wanted to be in control, and this time would be no different.
A steady rain had started to pour down upon the reckless lovers, drenching their clothes, causing them to cling to every crevice of their bodies.
Katy’s dress stuck to her every curve, heightening the moment. Judas dominantly brought Katy to orgasm quickly, as he worked his other hand down the front of her chest, swiftly snapping it open. Katy’s pink bra burst onto the scene, moments away from Judas’s wandering hands.
“I want you in me,” Katy whispered into his ears, as she could feel another vigorous rock of her body from another climax.
Judas obliged by tasting her bare neck, while his free hand squeezed those beautiful breasts of hers, causing Katy to throw her head back in lust, catching the raindrops in her open mouth. Her fingers dug deeply into the railing, as Judas pleased every inch of her outside on that porch.
After another round of pleasure, Katy quickly unzipped Judas’s denim shorts, and pulled his penis into the open. Her small hands barely held the entire pulsating organ, but the simple strokes from her fingers brought Judas to full attention.
“Take me now,” Katy lead Judas over to the table and bent over for his every whim and desire.
“It will be my pleasure,” he raised her dress and entered Katy from behind, sliding himself slowly into her wet vagina.
“More baby,” Katy urged him on.
Judas penetrated Katy with dominating power, relishing in her tightness. Katy spread herself out on the table for her conqueror, waiting for each powerful thrust with lusty splendor, until the ultimate climatic encounter was reached, sending the lovers into a whirlwind of exotic sexual satisfaction.