Chapter 3- "The Dream"
BRAD'S POINT OF VIEW- SATURDAY MORNING'S EVENTS
Saturday morning at last. Finally some free time. Between football practice and school. I barely had any time for myself. Sure I had Jameson's bitchy test to worry about but no way was I gonna let that ruin my Saturday.
Thinking about Jameson reminded me of yesterday's happenings, and once again my mind wandered on Jessie. It seemed that since yesterday I've been all messed up in the head. I had no idea what the kid was doing to me. Strange thoughts kept weaving in and out of my mind. They frightened me. I still couldn't get over the fact that yesterday when I saw him laughing, I thought he was beautiful, beautiful damn it! Last night I couldn't keep him out of my head. I kept replaying his musical laugh over and over.
If only I could make him laugh like that.
Great, another one of those thoughts again. I looked so messed up, I didn't want anyone in my family to see me. So I decided to go out. Didn't want the folks to think I was high on drugs or anything. I was driving past the park when I heard ( and felt it), my stomach grumbling. Damn I didn't even have breakfast yet. I saw a food place on my right. Couldn't hurt to try it. I was so hungry I all but blindly rushed into the place. I collided with someone leaving, sending whoever it was sprawling on the ground, their food a complete mess. I looked down ready to pounce on the blind fool, when I saw who it was I froze.
"Hey man I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming", I apologized.
He looked surprised, like he didn't expect me to apologize. Truth be told if it was anyone else I didn't know, I probably would have fucked them up pretty bad.
I looked down at his food on the ground. I suppose it was partly my fault. Well I better buy something for him to eat, least I could do.
"I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to...", Jessie stammered.
I don't know what exactly happened to me next. I felt something clench painfully in my throat. Why was he always so scared of me? Something inside of me hurt because of it. Am I really that much of a jerk? Does everyone think of me like that? I never really cared what anyone else thought of me. I was my own man, if you didn't like it you deal with it, or I'd deal with you. Now somehow, I did care, at least what Jessie thought of me.
"Wait here", was all my vocal cords could manage.
I joined the line and after placing my order, I ordered something for him. Hoped he liked it. Hoped he stayed, I didn't know if he would, I thought that maybe he'd run off the moment my back was turned.
I was actually surprised to see him waiting there when I came back to the door. He was still scared solid, but at least he was still there. I held out the bag for him. He just stood there.
I spoke up, "Well aren't you gonna take your food?".
After a few one word verbal exchanges he hesitantly accepted. Probably didn't know what to expect.
Then the silence came. After what seemed to be like an eternity, he finally spoke:
"Um..can I go now?", Jessie said.
Why'd he think he had to ask me to leave? I decided then and there that this state of affairs between us just wasn't gonna go on anymore. I couldn't take the scared light that was in his eyes whenever he looked at me.
He had the most beautiful eyes...jade, what an unusual color.
Damn. Where did that one come from? I realized that he was actually waiting for me to tell him if he could leave or not. I had to do something to set him at ease. I just felt this need to ......comfort him?
I offered to give him a ride home. He said he lived near here yesterday. I didn't know if he'd say yes. He surprised me and agreed. We made our way out to my car. When I unlocked it he moved to sit down in the back seat. I convinced him to sit up front. It would be easier to talk to him up front. I started driving him home. He didn't say anything to me and I didn't know how to go about talking to him. He turned his face from me staring out of the window. That was when it started. His neck was bared, he looked so vulnerable, soft. The mid-morning sunlight was on him, bathing his skin in a golden light, it matched his blonde hair perfectly. He looked so frickin' angelic, I couldn't help but glance at him every now and then, even when he caught me. I just couldn't have him scared of me like he was, but I was almost at his home. If I dropped him off, I might not get another chance to talk to him freely again. At the spur of the moment I made a left turn for the park. Now he started to panic. I explained that I wanted to talk. He started to make up some excuse about being hungry, so I told him to eat in the car. He did so, hesitantly. Eventually he finished. Okay, the moment of truth, now or never, I steeled myself. It was only then that I realized how I was acting....was I scared? Of talking to Jessie? Me? I looked at him, ready to begin.
What I saw made me laugh. He had a ketchup stain on his cheek and looked like a kid who'd just gobbled down his food. I told him and when he cleaned it up, I began:
"Why you always so uptight", I started, "every time I see you, you either pretend I'm not there or you run away, what's up with that?"
You scared of me or somethin'?"
"Cuz you don't have to be you know"
The statements just came out. He seemed disturbed and started backing up into the car door. He was distancing himself..from me. I leaned in closer and continued:
" Look you my new seatmate and all and that means we're probably goin' be working together for the rest of the semester. I don't want any awkward feelings. Stop spazzing and we'll get along fine. I don't exactly bite you know. Who knows we might even be friends."
Then something weird happened. Maybe it was the closeness but I felt this....heat between us. My eyes were drawn to his face. He was good-looking I'd give him that. But that wasn't what captivated me. It was his eyes. Our eyes locked. I couldn't look away..what was more..I didn't want to look away. His eyes were the most unusually beautiful shade of jade I'd ever seen. I opened my mouth to tell him-imagine that..I was gonna tell him how beautiful his eyes were, but I caught myself in time.
He asked to go home. I realized that I probably made him uncomfortable and so I decided to just take him home. When I dropped him off he virtually jumped out of the car. I wanted to tell him we could probably hang later, but I didn't know how he'd react. I said goodbye and left.
The rest of the day went on uneventfully. I didn't expect what happened that night. I dreamt....yeah one of those kinda dreams. But that wasn't the eye opener.
In the Dream:
The person I was with was invisible to me. It was in my room and it was too dark too see. All I could really tell was I was enjoying the lay and whoever I was fucking. Suddenly a sudden breeze blew and the curtains came undone. Moonlight washed into my room. I was on the verge of orgasm and so was the person beneath me. I could hear gasps. Just as we both were almost over the edge the wind blew in again, this time however the curtains blew right open and the entire room was bathed in silver light. I could see the person beneath me. I could see the eyes. Jade eyes, now glinting green in the light. The eyes darkened with lust as we were cumming.
I woke up with a choking gasp. Even now I was still pumping out cum, drenching the sheets with sweat and semen.
Oh God it was....
JESSIE'S POINT OF VIEW- SATURDAY NIGHT
What a day. I was thoroughly exhausted. By nightfall all I wanted to do was sleep. Dealing with Brad and Jameson's shit had taken its toll. I hadn't even dropped on the bed for 5 minues before I was asleep. Unfortunately, that night wasn't a restful one. I had a dream.
The Dream:
I was back in Brad's car. He turned left heading into the park instead of right to my house. The strange thing was I didn't feel scared of him anymore. As a matter of fact I was seeing him in a way I had never allowed myself to see him before.
A firm sculptured body, bulging muscles roped evenly on his 6 foot 2 inch frame. Azure blue eyes that drew you into their liquid depths. Firm lips and a sharp jawline. Bulging biceps that could lift you to cloud nine, pectorals and abdominal muscles that were flawless, even when viewed with a mask of clothing.
We pulled into the secluded park. This time there was no conversation. Brad turned to look at me with that look he gave me earlier. Realization dawned on me. It was a look of Desire, Longing...Lust.
This time when I pulled back into the door and Brad leaned over, he didn't stop...he continued leaning over. His face was a mere two inches from mine now. I could feel his breath on me. Before I could react his hand slipped behind my head and drew me into a long passionate kiss. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it. It was a kiss of repressed lust, lust that was fighting its way to the surface. What shocked me even more was the fact that I was doing nothing to stop it. Whilst his left hand held me in the kiss his right hand was exploring my body. His fingers traced lines of fire over me. I've never been touched like that before, it was driving me insane. It seemed to make him more horny, he was virtually trying to suck my tongue into his mouth by now. His fingers now reached my crotch...groping...massaging..inflaming me with delicious friction. His hand slipped into my pants freeing my cock. He began stroking it mercilessly, all the while prolonging the kiss, never missing a stroke. I couldn't last. I spilled my seed onto his hands, shooting thick ropes of cum all over the interior of his car....
A memory of our conversation came to me :
"I don't want to mess up your...", I said.
"Ah if you mess it up I could always get it cleaned", he had said.
I woke up with a jump. My sheets were cum soaked.
What the hell was that...