Beautiful Dream (16 page)

She pops me out of her mouth, and we get dressed silently. We sit back on her bed, and she lets me wrap my arms around her as the movie continues.

“Good morning, Mr. Harrington.”

I smile at Luci’s words as I shut my car door, turning around just in time to see her blush. My warm breath bleeds into the air as I beam at her. “Why, if I didn’t know it, Ms. Cunningham, I’d say you came here early just to see me?”

“So what if I did?” Her face is serious as I hold the door open, and we walk silently towards the main office.

She waits as I get my mail from the still dark room before continuing down the hall.

I unlock my office door, removing my coat, wondering why she’s still standing in the doorway. I try not to stare as I place my bag down on the island and open my mail.

“I think you should do it.” Her words make me look up from my letter.

“Do what?” I place the mail back on the desk.
Crap, I forgot about this conference I have to go to.

“Go on a date with her,” she sighs. “It’s just one date.”

“Is this because of yesterday?” I accuse. “Because you and I are getting
close again?”

“No,” she protests. “The opposite,” she sighs. “Maybe if this gets settled we can be… normal. No hiding, just us.”

“Really?” I perk up, and she nods.

“But where does it end?” I ask, realizing what she’s asking. “One date isn’t going to be enough for her.”

“I dunno,” she shrugs. “It’s something, and if we are going to do this
right
, maybe it’s worth a try? Maybe,” she hesitates. “Maybe that’s why things didn’t work before, because there was too much hiding.”

“I want this,” I tell her. “I
really
do, but to go out with someone else and risk violating your trust in me? I just don’t know,” I shake my head. “I’m working so hard to get it back.” I sigh, looking at the piece of paper on my desk. “I’ll have another few days to think about it, though. I forgot I have to speak at this conference in Arizona.”

“Oh.” I sense Luci’s fake excitement and smile. “I mean,” she coughs. “That’s great, a big deal right? To speak?”

“Yeah,” I sigh. “It’s just until next Thursday,” I reassure her.

“Right, yeah,” she smiles. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning,” I sigh.

“Wow, that’s soon!”

“I know,” I chuckle. Leave it to Luci to make me forget about everything else in the world. “It… escaped me.”

“Well, just think about it,” she practically begs. “Because what if going out with her is the key to her not saying anything?”

“And then after the date?” I argue. “Then what? We’re still hiding because she’s going to want more!”

“If you don’t want to try,” she sighs, and I groan, trying to figure out how to make her understand that that’s not it at all.

She nods slowly at my silence, and her forehead creases. “There’s still something you’ve said that bothers me,” she hesitates.

“Just one thing?” I joke, and she gives me a look. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“You said, ‘this time it can be real,’” she pauses. “But, the thing is, for me, the last time
was
real.”

I sigh out of frustration, not with her, but at myself. I just can’t seem to accurately express my words to her, or put things as eloquently as she does. I fall silent, thinking and debating, all while staring into her eager, deep brown eyes. They’re so soft and pleading that they knock me back while simultaneously make me feel whole.

“I’m going to tell you this in a way that I think will freak you out the least.” I’m the one who’s wavering now, trying to choose my words carefully. “You know from the moment I saw you I was in love. So much so, that it scared me shitless,” I halt, staring at her, making sure she
understands
what I’m saying, so there’s no confusion. “Everything from those last two sentences is still,
to this day
, very true.

I let out a deep breath, taking in her stunned expression. “So I guess if you’ll excuse me, I have to go ask someone that I don’t even like out on a date, in order to date the person I really want to be with.”

Chapter 9

-Luci-

Did Josh just admit that he’s still in love with me? He’s said he still has strong feelings for me before,
but love
? There’s a difference!

I pace around the halls for a bit before heading to my classroom, and Brittney keeps me so busy that I don’t see Josh for the rest of the day. He doesn’t text me, and I think he’s upset that I want him to go on a date with her. I mean it’s not what I want, but I don’t like this impending threat on his job and reputation. Plus, should him and I actually date, how horrible would it be if we started off with someone already wanting to tear us apart?

I don’t even hear from him for the rest of the day, or night, and tomorrow he leaves for the trip he totally forgot about. It’s going to be a long week.

The weekend was completely agonizing, and I had so many texts written out to him, but ended up deleting them all. Between his admission of love, and after me pushing him to ask Brittney on a date, I don’t know what to say to make things better. I’m mad and confused on multiple levels.

When Monday morning rolls around, I can’t take the fact that it’s been days since we spoke, so I finally text him as I’m walking into school.

It’s weird being here knowing you’re so far away!

Hey!
His reply is immediate, and I can’t help my smile as I walk upstairs. I want to ask what ended up happening with Brittney when he spoke to her, if he even did, which I’m assuming so, since by late afternoon Friday she was so happy I stupidly became envious.

How’s the conference going?
I arrive at my classroom, placing my phone under my chin as I open the door.

Okay, sort of boring.

When do you speak?
I step inside and throw my bag on my desk.

Yesterday.
His answer is short, and I can’t help but get the feeling he doesn’t want to talk. This is why I hate texting, because I can never tell. I really hope he’s not still mad.

Well, I hope it went well. I guess I’ll see you when you get back!

A second later, my phone is ringing.

“Hello?” I leave the classroom. Since the lights were on when I got here, it means that Brittney is already here.

The halls are still empty as I make my way down them, and I pass a row of lockers until I get to the other side of the second floor, pausing on the staircase landing.

“Hi,” he yawns. “Sorry, I’m not good at texting when I’m so tired.”

I lean against the railing, closing my eyes, listening to his raspy, deep voice, relishing in the way my heart speeds up because of it.

“Long night?” I cringe at the thought, wondering if he’s hanging out with other girls while there. It’s a stupid thought, but nevertheless one that I have.

“Luci,” his smooth voice laughs. “I’m in
Arizona
. It’s 3:30 in the morning!”

“Oh my god!” My hand rushes to my mouth. I feel horrible. “I’m so sorry!” I apologize. “I totally forgot about the time difference!”

“It’s okay,” he laughs again, and the way his voice bellows has me going to naughty places.

“No, oh my god, I’m
so sorry
!” I cringe. “I’m so stupid! I’ll let you go.”

“No, no,” he laughs again. “I’m up now. If I didn’t want to talk I wouldn’t of answered, or called you,” he pauses. “So you’re at school now?”

“Yes.”

“Miss me?” He voice croaks.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I whisper, hearing his breath crackle over the phone.

Voices laugh in the distance, as the downstairs begins to fill with people. “Ugh, I should go,” I tell him. “I didn’t realize the time, and students are arriving.”

“Yeah, okay,” he sighs.

“Enjoy your day, and sorry again for waking you!”

“Wait!” He jumps, and I don’t hang up. “There’s a key in the top draw of the desk in my classroom if you want to eat in my office. Keep the lights off and text me when you get there.”

“Okay?” I question.

“Don’t forget,” he responds before hanging up.

The morning passes quickly, and Brittney is being decent for a change.

Between periods, I run and grab the key from Josh’s classroom desk, and when lunch arrives, I immediately head there. The room smells like him, and I inhale deeply.

I lock the door, keeping the lights off like he said. Quietness sets in, and I take out my lunch just as my phone dings.

Are you there?

I sit up in the chair, fumbling for my phone while throwing a piece of apple in my mouth as I type back.

I’m here.

Good,
the screen lights up with his response.
Are we ever going to talk about what happened the other day in your bedroom?

Now?
I laugh as I type, eagerly watching my phone for his reply.

Now is as good of a time as any. Plus, I feel if we do this over text there’s less of a chance of you hitting me! ... I’m joking of course.

I roll my eyes.
Okay, well... I liked it.

It takes a second for the phone to light up.
Why no kissing?

I knew this was coming, so I have my answer ready.
Kissing you is a very intimate experience.

I know what you mean...

I’m about to reply, when more texts come in, one right after the other.

I can’t stop dreaming about kissing you though.

It’s hard to see you and not.

I constantly have to remind myself to hold back.

When his texts stop coming in I type my response. I’m sticking to our joking banter, because it’s far too easy to get serious with him.

It’s hard when you see me?? lol

That too!

I laugh, sending my reply.
!!!!
My hands are still going, clicking away at the keys.
This is not the right medium talk about this.

It’s easier, I’m sorry
, I watch as the screen moves.
I see you and I want to just tell you things you probably still don’t want to hear from me.

So is this what you wanted? Me alone in your office so we can talk about what happened?

No, but I like the turn of events.

I laugh out loud.

Can I at least call you?
I offer, wanting to actually talk.

I’m in a meeting now. That’s why I asked to text, since I knew you’d be at lunch.

I take another bite of my apple, typing.

Josh!!

Yes?

You’re so bad!
I laugh, and a punishment is already forming in my head.

I don’t wait for him to reply before I start typing again.
So on a scale of 1-10 how dirty can I be right now, since you’re in a room with other people, and how good of a reply can I expect to get?

It takes a bit for him to get back to me, but his answer has me chucking.
7, and I can reply fairly well.

So how far up my pussy would you like me to stick my finger right now?
I tease, hitting the send button, already typing a second text.
Or should I keep it on my clit?

I’m not doing anything, but I feel as wetness soaks my underwear, just from the idea.

Fuck.
He replies.
You’re making my cock hard in a very compromising setting right now.

Sorry, but I’m just so wet I can’t help it!
I adjust myself in his chair, staring at the locked door. Maybe if I just rubbed a little…
Can you touch yourself now?
I have to ask him, because picturing him doing so has me so hot.

No! There are people literally right next to me.
The screen lights up again,
I’m so far slouched under the table just to hide the hard on you’re giving me.

Mr. Harrington
,
you haven’t answered my previous question
. I type, my right hand reaching into my pants.

Clit.
He answers.
That’s where the magic happens. Rub it and don’t stop.

I comply, spreading my legs, pushing aside my underwear, when the phone lights up.
Are you so wet? Tell me.

It’s hard typing with only my left hand, but I manage.
Yes, but it’s easy to be wet when I’m thinking of you.

You’re such a fucking tease. Keep rubbing!
I look at the screen before closing my eyes, only opening them again when I hear his next text come in.
What
exactly
are you thinking of?

I can feel the big wet spot I’m leaving on my underwear, and I remove my hand so I can text him back faster.
How big I make you.
Your head just gets so large. It’s so hot!

I move my right hand back into my underwear.

I think about your tight, wet pussy constantly. Now, put the phone where you can see it, and use both your hands. Play with your hole, but don’t stop rubbing that swollen clit either.

Shit. I do as he says; both of my hands are in my pants now as I read his words, the screen scrolling with each new text.

I love how your cunt wraps around my rock hard cock.

I live for it and can’t wait for the day it happens again.

You’re perfect.

You’re making my dick so fat right now. I wish I could play with it. I wish YOU could.

Do you know that I jerk off every single night thinking it’s you riding my pole?

Now see how it feels when you fit too fingers in there.

I can’t rub myself fast enough. Fuck it’s so good!

STOP. Don’t come yet!

Tell me how it feels.

I groan, on the brink of orgasm, removing my left hand, wetness smearing on my phone as I respond.
It’s so good!

Now go back to what you were doing!

I laugh, because little does he know I never fully stopped.

You must be dripping onto your panties right now!

If I were there I’d be sucking on your clit while I finger fuck your tight pussy.

Then maybe I’d add another finger, and then maybe a third.

Stretch you and make it nice and ready for my cock.

I use one hand again as I type.
You always have so much come for me!

That’s because your tight pussy milks it out of me.

OMG I’m about to come.
I wish you could feel it right now!

Just let it go. Make yourself come! Feel your pussy sucking on your finger.

That does it for me. My widespread legs are shaking, and just like he says, I feel my pussy pull at my finger. I rub my clit until the convulsing subsides.

I’m so ready to pound you.

His texts continue, unaware that I came.

I may have to go to the bathroom and rub this out.

Wow!!!
I type.

Fuck!!!
You came?

I smile, texting my response.
I have to go to the bathroom and clean up before the bell rings.

My phone dings one last time.
I wasn’t kidding about going to the bathroom too! Thanks for making my meeting so much more entertaining! I’ll call you tonight!

Just as I’m coming out of the bathroom, I run into Deb.

“Have you seen my brother?” She asks. “I just ran by his office, and he’s not there.”

“He’s in Arizona for a conference,” I try not to blush; thinking of what I just did with her brother.

“Ugh!” She groans loudly.

“Is everything okay?” I hesitate.

“Just trouble with our parents,” she sighs. “Over the wedding, and you,” she laughs.

“Me?” I ask, confused.

“He sort of told our Mom about his feelings for you.”

“Oh,” I’m surprised.

“Come,” she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her classroom. “He’s not here, but you’ll do. There’s still a few minutes until the bell.”

We get to her classroom, and I sit at a desk.

“Has he ever told you how…
difficult
our parents are?” She asks, sitting on top of the desk next to me.

“Yeah,” I nod.

“My wedding is this summer, but it’s their wedding. Not mine,” she sighs.

“Like Josh’s was?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “I love Matt. It’s their wedding in the sense that they want to plan and control everything. Just now I got a call from their lawyer about a prenup Matt has to sign.”

I make a face.