Beautiful Dream (18 page)

Chapter 12

-Josh-

She kissed me! Holy fucking shit!
She
kissed
me
. A kiss more intimate than any touch we’ve had these past two or so months.

I’m fixated on the door as she leaves, my eyes blinking rapidly.

Was that real, because it feels like a dream?

I take a step back, licking my tingling lips. Kissing Luci is invigorating - the most sweet, tender, and innocent elixir that anyone can ever hope for. The dryness my open mouth is causing, mixed with my unbelievably uncomfortable hard on, tells me our kiss was most certainly
very real
.

I shut the door and quickly lock it before anyone spots me in my current state.

I sit back at my desk, placing my head in my hands, trying to calm down.

Holy shit, we kissed.

Baseball. Star Wars. Tomorrow’s lesson on stoichiometry.

Luci’s warm, gentle, full lips.

Fuck!

I can’t take it. I’m past the point of no return. My balls are heavy, and I can’t think straight, so much so, that I’m already undoing my pants, pre-juice already staining my boxers. I can’t help it. I whip my dick out and start jerking off immediately. I close my eyes and see her face - her eyes, her mouth, her laugh, her mouth again,
our kiss
.

My other hand grabs my balls and squeezes. I hear her voice and see her smile, and almost immediately, I feel the come moving up my dick. I don’t have time to grab a tissue, or anything else, before I shove my hips into the air and shoot out.

Three long ropes land on the counter as my hand hastily moves up and down. Another two bursts spew out, landing on the floor, and I’m heaving, smiling, because
we kissed
.

The last bell of the day vibrates in the air as loudness suddenly fills the halls. I have nothing planned after school - no extra help, no makeup tests, no practice, yet I’m waiting in my office just to see if Luci comes by. She’s never been one to have something happen and merely let it go. I fear I sort of picked up that habit from her. She’s forward, and has to talk about things, and I love her for it.

I linger for minutes that feel like hours, straightening up the papers that are messily piled. I crumple another few pieces of blank sheets, and add more tissues to the garbage to be sure my remnants from earlier are hidden well.

Eventually, the halls begin to clear and the after school quietness set in. My bag is already packed, ready to go, and I think of texting her to see if she’s even still around. It would be so unlike her not to stay.

Another few minutes, and I’m starting to believe she left. Disappointed, and confused, I shut the light and open the door to leave, almost slamming headfirst into her.

I instantly relax.

I knew she couldn’t just leave it be.

“Hey,” she laughs, backing away from our close call.

“Hi! I’m sorry!” I throw my hands up, steadying myself and apologizing for nearly knocking her down. “I thought maybe you left.”

“No,” she laughs, and is she actually blushing? “I just… I just…”

I stare at her expectantly, smiling. She’s the most adorable thing ever.

Just then, my phone lights up, and I look down, fishing it out of my pocket.

It’s Brittney, and I quickly stuff it back inside, praying Luci didn’t see.

“I just wanted to, um, say goodbye, and I hope you have a good night and weekend,” she rambles.

“Wait!” I grab her arm.

She turns around, her long hair swinging, her eyes bright. “What?”

“Go out tonight with me tonight?”

“On the eve of your date with someone else?” She makes a face. “I don’t think so.”

“Only because it’s what
you
wanted me to do.” I want to be mad at her for suggesting it, but I can’t hide my smile. I’m far too happy from earlier. I purse my lips and grasp the bridge of my nose. “I’m just really trying to just do the right thing here.”

“Date me tonight, go on another one with someone else tomorrow,” she sighs. “It’s all a little all too familiar.”

“You’re really sending me mixed signals here, babe,” I shake my head.

“Let’s settle this threat, or whatever you want to call it with Brittney first,” she suggests.

“Fine,” I huff. “Then we won’t go out, but how about you come over? I just want to hang out with you.”

“I don’t think me going over to your place is a good idea,” she shakes her head.

“You kissed me, Luci,” I sigh heavily.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes.

“Don’t be,” I brush past her, leaving her motionless as I walk away.

I’m pissed off and annoyed, and I storm down the hall towards Brittney’s classroom. I need to be sure I’m doing the right thing, as I’m already literally walking on a tightrope with Luci.

“What’s your rush?” Deb pokes her head out of her classroom as I pass by.

“I’m looking for Brittney,” I huff.

“Is everything okay?” She shouts, but all I do is wave my hand as I continue my destructive path.

Brittney is at her desk when I walk in. “Josh!” She’s surprised to see me. “I’m so excited for our date tomorrow.”

I bite my tongue. I want to tell her to go fuck herself, but I ball my fists, stopping myself.

“You know,” she puts her pen down, pouting her lips. “I recently found out that not only was Luci a student at this school, but she was
in your class
.”

I shake my head.

“Honestly, it’s kinky and I absolutely love it,” she gushes. “But I know
a lot
of people who wouldn’t think the way we do.”

“I’d like to be clear on the terms of this date,” I place both hands on her desk. “I go out with you this weekend. I take you dinner, and then you leave Luci alone, got it?”

“I wish it were that simple,” she shakes her head. “We can talk more about it tomorrow night, preferably in either your bed or mine.” She stands, her fingers sinking into my hair. I pull back, but she grips me harder, not letting go. “You look like you could be a lot of fun.”

“I’m not really into someone else’s seconds, or thirds, or seventeenths,” I grab her arms and pull them off of me. “Are you done sleeping around the math and language department or something? Working your way to science?”

“Something like that,” she winks. “Pick me up at 7.”

Chapter 13

-Luci-

We celebrated my Dad’s good news with a big dinner, and as soon as we finish, I head into town towards the bakery I know Josh lives on top of. I feel awful about our fight. He’s not answering his phone, and I have to talk to him, especially before he goes on that date with that monster tomorrow.

I park in one of the public parking lots and head to his building, trying to find the door that leads to his apartment. I can’t find it, and curse under my breath as I call him again.

He doesn’t answer, and I lean up against the storefront, feeling deflated.

“Luci?”

I open my eyes, watching as Josh approaches with a handful of groceries.

“Hi,” I lunge off the wall, grabbing a bag from him.

“Did you just call?” He asks, and I nod. “Sorry,” he explains. “Hands are full.”

“Are you cooking or something?” I hesitate.
Crap, what if his date is here tomorrow and he’s cooking for her?

“No,” he assures me, knowing where my mind is going. “I avoid the supermarket at all costs, but, you know, then I need food.” He continues walking, and I follow.

We round the corner, heading down an alley to the back of the building. He doesn’t say anything as we stop in front of a large black door with gold knocker. I’m surprised to see something that looks almost homey in an otherwise sketchy place. He gives me a look, wondering if I’m going to follow him inside, and I do.

We take the dark wood stairs up until we reach a landing, with walls covered in deep brown wood, and red and black carpet. There’s only one door, and next to it sits a table, with a black lamp and an old telephone. I study it, as Josh fumbles with his keychain, looking for another key.

“This is nice,” I don’t hide the surprise in my voice, because it looks and smells like some luxury hotel, not like a place you’d get to from an alleyway.

“Thanks,” he pauses. Our eyes meet and I can sense the anger in his.

“Is this real?” I cough, brushing my free hand over the old phone.

“At one time. Now its just decoration.”

He finds the key he’s looking for and presses it into the lock. I take a deep breath, bracing and steading myself, for I’m about to go into his apartment! It feels like such a forbidden, secret space.

The door clicks open, and he steps aside, letting me enter first.

The early evening sun shines through an oversized window, and I close my eyes and inhale deeply, because the first thing I notice is the amazing aroma. It’s a spicy scent that can only be his, and I'm ensconced.

He clicks on a side lamp, and I open my eyes at the sound, taken aback by my surroundings. He grabs the paper bag from me, taking it over to the kitchen, unpacking the contents while I look around.

Everything is so open. It's not an extremely large space, but the high ceilings make it seem like it is. I really don't know what I was expecting to find, maybe
Star Wars
posters and lab equipment? Or maybe a true bachelor pad with a beer pong table and drink signs? It’s none of that, though, for this place
looks
expensive, older, masculine, yet messy in a neat sort of way, like something straight out of a home magazine.

The living area bleeds into a small kitchen, with dark cabinets and a lighter countertop. Stainless steel appliances make everything look sleek, and again, expensive. Between the kitchen and living room are two other doors and a hallway.

I take a step towards the living room area, noticing relics and old books, things that you wouldn’t dare touch, and a sofa that seems unbelievably comfortable.

There’s an oversized coffee table with magazines and heavy books lying on top, and the end tables are filled with a lamp and more things piled on top. I move towards the large chaise in the corner, with a big pillow and comfy throw, and study the odd sized telescope-like floor lamp that’s next to it before moving on.

One wall is shelves of books, and on the next hangs a huge TV on top of a cabinet that’s bursting with movies.

I briefly register the sound of his keys hitting the table, watching as he hangs up his coat before motioning for me to hand him mine.

“I can show you around if you'd like?”

I turn to him and smile. “This place is
so nice
!”

“You said that,” he laughs. “And still seem surprised by it.”

“No it's just... I didn't expect it to be so lovely and clean,” I sigh.

“Thanks?” He smirks, and I all but melt.

“Well, okay, so,” he coughs. “Living room, obviously. Laundry is through there,” he points to one of the doors next to the kitchen. “Kitchen, and you can help yourself. I just went shopping,” he laughs. “This,” he walks to the door closest to the living room area and opens it. “This is my study,” he says, and I follow him inside.

My jaw drops as I enter the large room. There are even more books in here! Two walls are covered head to toe with them, and there’s a ladder that leads to the ones on very top. I turn around, spotting an old-looking world map that’s surrounded by huge dark cabinets, and on the far wall is a huge picture window, just like the one in the living room, with clear glass squares letting light in.

In front of the window sits a huge, heavy-looking, desk. The big white computer looks bright compared to the masculine walls and dark wood floor, but the large, cream and tan area rug makes the room look less harsh.

“Should I take off my shoes?” I ask, because the rug looks so soft I just want to feel it.

My reaction amuses him. “Yeah,” he smiles, and there's a delicious gleam in his wide eyes. Mine match his as he approaches, fully aware of what’s coming next. “And this,” he mumbles, tugging at my shirt as our mouths eagerly meet. I slide my shoes and socks off as we tangle together in a kiss that’s even better than the last. His smooth lips are strong, full of need, but soft as they slowly caress.

He eventually pulls back, until I'm almost kissing the air.

“What are we doing?” He whispers, breathing heavily.

“I don’t know,” I kiss him again.

“I have to be with you,” he whispers, gabbing my cheeks, meeting my lips once more.

My hands unbutton his pants as I bite down on his lip and he moans. He immediately starts undoing the buttons on mine, his lips never letting up. I don't get much further before he pulls us closer.

I wrap my arms around him, wanting to feel him, all of him, remembering.

We stop kissing only for him to take off my shirt, before we crash together again. I do the same to him, taking a step back to admire his bare chest while my already unbuttoned pants fall to the ground.

He’s hard, strong, and muscular, breathing heavily, looking at me like I’m the most important person in the world. He eludes power and confidence, but there’s a certain vulnerability to him too. His mouth turns up into a smoldering smirk as he pulls me back towards him roughly.

His pants are open in the front, and his large bulge sticks out, thudding against my stomach. I jump just as he lifts me, and our areas collide. His hands are strong, grabbing onto my butt, knocking us together while our mouths re-attach.

Neither of us says anything. We don’t let the other know how good this feels, or how much either of us missed this, because I know he knows, just as I do. I feel it in the way our tongues lick and twist together, in the way our moans are like big gulps of air, because that's the only way we can breathe, and in the mere fact that breathing itself comes second. The touch of our lips is first, never to part.

He starts to walk and his dick bounces harder against me, pushing my wet underwear into me further. I continue to pull at him, because I can’t get close enough.

“Spare bedroom,” he mumbles, and I open my eyes once I realize were moving down the hallway. “Bath,” he mumbles again as we pass another door at the very end of the hall, and I laugh, because he's still giving me the tour.

“My room,” he kisses as we turn the corner, reaching the only room left. I don't bother to see what it looks like. I don't care at this moment. Nothing is worth looking away from him and stopping whatever is happening.

My back hits his bed, and it’s like I'm falling into a fluffy cloud of crisp down linen. It's cold, and soft, and I wrap my legs around him, taking in the feel of his weight on top of me. Somewhere along the path his pants must have fallen off, and I tug down on his boxers, finishing their removal with my feet.

He uses one hand to pull down my underwear, while the other unhooks my bra, and I don't even try to think about how he learned how to do that.

I hear our clothing land somewhere in the distance, and we moan the instant he shoves himself into me. I cry out, just as he grunts, and our bodies start moving, slowly at first, but pick up the pace almost immediately.

There’s no talking, dirty or otherwise. Our lips don’t dare separate, even when our eyes meet and we smile. I can’t stop tasting him.

His hard thrusts hurt at first, because it’s been so long, and he’s so damn big, but that doesn’t stop me from grinding my hips too. My body rejoices, welcoming back the best, most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever had.

He shifts his body, hitting a spot deep inside me, and I cry out briefly before his lips land back on mine forcefully. He grunts, and his eyes widen, and a second later, he stills as pleasure overcomes him. I feel as he fills me, blasting against my walls, shoving my hips up to meet his while each kiss grows softer.

He rolls me on top of him with his cock still hard inside me. My hands move over his hard chest as I grind my hips. He smiles while pushing his thumb against my clit, grunting, as he rolls his hips, bouncing me.

“Uhhh!” I ride him faster, and just as I’m about to come he moves back on top of me, working my clit as I cry out.

“That’s it,” he whispers, slamming into me. “Grab onto my dick.”

“Ah!” I convulse.

My body shoves against the pillows until I’m practically sitting up. I never knew my legs could spread so wide. He’s still relentlessly pummeling me while flicking my clit, and before I know it, I’m shouting out for a second time. “It’s so good!”

I pant heavily as I push him back and climb on top of him. I slide him back inside me and slowly ride him, loving the way he feels, my pussy still convulsing from my last orgasm.

“Faster!” He orders, shoving his hips off the bed until I’m practically mid air.

“You’re… you’re,” he looks into my eyes, and I stop him with a kiss.

He rolls us over again, holding up one of my legs while pushing more come inside me. He somehow manages to pinch my swollen clit, and my eyes roll as a third orgasm rips through me. I can literally feel my pussy sucking on his cock.

“Oh Luci,” he’s jackhammering into me now. “No one makes me come like you do!”

We continue like this for the rest of the afternoon, and eventually, I loose count at how many times release washes over me.

My eyes flutter open, and it’s bright. I roll over, feeling the empty bed. I move closer to the clock, making sure I’m seeing it right.

10am!

My eye catches his cell phone on the nightstand. It’s lighting up, but making no sound. Brittney St. James flashes across the screen, and when it stops flickering a five is next to it. She’s called him five fucking times!

I let my head fall back against what is hands down the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in, and I look around his room for the first time.

The light wood floor with large, fluffy gray rug is welcoming and homey. There’s a large chaise that sits under the window, and a door that must lead to his closet. I bang my head against the huge leather headboard, noticing all the pillows, sheets, and blankets that are a thrown everywhere.

I slide off the bed, searching the floor for my underwear and bra, remembering that most of my clothes are in the other room. I can’t find anything, and I don’t want to go through his draws, so I wrap the white bed sheet around me before making my way into the other room.