Like always, Sophie and I met after sixth period and headed back to our dorm room together. The four of us had a standing engagement to meet in the commons half an hour after class let out, so I wanted to grab a quick snack and figure out what homework to take with me before we went.
When a knock came on the door, I was the one that went to get it. The second I unlocked it, Robert burst through and practically threw me up against the wall, smothering me with his lips. He kissed me so hard I felt like I was having the life sucked out of me, but I didn’t seem to care that my lungs strained for oxygen to the point that it actually hurt. When he finally did pull away, we were both winded, and my knuckles were white from grasping the back of his shirt so hard.
“What was that this morning?”
“Nothing,” I said innocently, dragging my fingertips down his abdomen. I had gotten over being flustered by his torso just last week. “I just wanted to say good morning.”
“Oh, you just wanted to say good morning?” he jested, extending his arm against the wall beside me. He cocked his eyebrows in amusement and said, “Do me a favor. Next time you want to kiss me like that and have zero intention of satisfying the arousal you create, make sure I have time to take a cold shower afterwards.”
Sophie burst out laughing but quickly grabbed her bag and rushed past us. “I’m sorry. I’m going.” She closed the door behind her but we could still hear her laughing as she made her way down the hall. I reached up and caressed his face, and his eyes locked onto mine and just gazed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know my kiss would do that.”
“Jenna, all of your kisses do that. But particularly aggressive ones like those this morning…I was a few seconds shy of slamming you against the lockers for all the world to see.”
My lips pressed tight in a straight line. “So did you at least get your shower?”
“No,” he said, moving his body a little closer, “I decided to wait and see if you’d be willing to do something about it.” My jaw dropped at the suggestion. “You know, since I had to suffer through an entire day at school with a hard-on.”
I let out a little huff and crossed my arms loosely. “Look at you. Trying to feed off my guilt to get me under the covers with you.”
“No, no,” he replied, and slyly added, “I prefer to have you above the covers.”
I let out a larger huff and gave his chest a push, but he just rocked his body back into position. “I am so not gonna sleep with you yet.”
“Alright, so what about some of the other stuff?”
I quietly debated for a moment. Don’t ask me why, but I still found it really unnerving to even think of taking my clothes off in front of him.
“You do remember that I’ve already seen the goods right?” Deviously, he added, “And felt them.”
“Well I hope you got a good look and copped a good feel cause that’s all you’re getting for a while. No way am I letting you near my knickers just yet.”
He laughed and rubbed his jaw. “Knickers? Really?”
I twitched my brows at him, as if it said the final word on the subject.
“Okay, so your clothes are staying on. What about mine?”
I eyed him carefully. “You’re ready to drop your drawers just like that?”
Robert planted his other hand on the wall and closed me in. “Jenna, I’ve worn a Speedo almost every day since I was about four years old and they leave little to the imagination. Modesty jumped out the window years ago.”
“Lovely.”
“So what do you say?”
“About what?” I asked. His brows jumped and I gasped. “You want me to give you a blow job!”
He chuckled. “You know, I love that you find it shocking that I would be thinking of sex and you in all your nakedness. Like I’m not a sexually-starved seventeen year old guy.”
Wow. Blow job. Not really sure where to begin with that one. But I sure did wanna smack myself. If I hadn’t literally screwed around with Chance last night, I wouldn’t have woken up all horny and I wouldn’t have used Robert as an outlet to relieve some of that horniness.
Is six weeks too soon to be giving him a blow job?
Hell if I knew.
And it kinda scared me that I was about to go down on him. I had never done that before. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I scratched my eyebrow absentmindedly and flushed from embarrassment. “Uh, here’s the thing about that. I really don’t know what to do for one of those.”
He leaned in and gently bit on my neck a few times, then whispered, “I’ll walk you through it.” He wrapped his arm around my back and spun us, so that he was now the one backed up against the wall.
I pressed my hands into his shoulder blades and leaned in to kiss him. The hand behind my back disengaged and my heart jumped a bit when I heard the zipper on his jeans unwind. His hand reached up to grab mine and slowly guided it down his abdomen and through the opening.
I squeezed and his lips pulled away from mine. He closed his eyes to groan and there was a light thump when his head fell back against the wall.
“You came commando?”
His lips curled into a slinky half-smile but his eyes remained shut as his chin extended upwards in response to my hand. “I was being proactive.”
10
I should have known that once I went down, Robert was gonna want it all the time. I could hardly complain though. I spent most of my nights relieving my sexual frustration via Chance, so I supposed it was only fair I helped Robert with his. But it would help if he wouldn’t yank on my hair every time he came. Seriously, I’m gonna look like a checkerboard Chia Head if he pulled anymore chunks out.
“Hey, does Jhett go down on you?”
“Hella yeah,” Sophie said, clicking away on her laptop. “It’s a two way street with us. Either we both get it or neither of us get it.” She chuckled and asked, “Why? Is Robert wanting you to go down on him?”
“He’s already getting that. He wants me to let him do it to me.”
Her eyes popped. Seriously, I think some muscles must have burst for them to pop that far. “Jenna Baker, you slut! How long have you been blowing him?”
I shrugged nonchalantly but I was sure my face flushed. “Like two weeks.”
She grabbed a furry purple pillow off her bed and chucked it at me. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
“You didn’t tell me!” I rebutted, pulling strands of fur from my lips.
“You already know I’m a slut! And these types of sex conversations usually make you all twitchy.”
“Well, I’m telling you now.”
“Yeah, two weeks after the fact.” The bridge of her nose pinched as she thought for a second. “I can’t believe Jhett didn’t say anything. How dare he keep secrets.”
What?!
“Why would Jhett know?”
“Oh, of course he knows, Jenna! No way Robert wouldn’t tell him that. It’s like a rite of passage with them.” She pursed her lips tight and shook her head. “And he didn’t tell me.”
“Jhett didn’t tell you about my sex life? I’m loving him already.”
“Well, I love that you love my boyfriend, but I wouldn’t love either one of them too much. I guarantee you there were high-fives and fist bumps involved both times they got us to do it. In fact, Robert probably moved in on you after Jhett told him about me.”
“Great. Try to push the sex off as long as possible then.”
“Uh, sorry Jenna, but that’s gonna happen any day now.”
My eyes darted her way. “Seriously?”
“Well, yeah, it’s been two months and we’ve both done it before, so it’s not like we’re nervous about it or anything.” She typed away on her laptop like we were having a casual conversation about clothes or something. “So why haven’t you let him down? Does the carpet not match the drapes?”
I rolled over onto my back, stroking the purple pillow in my hands. “I don’t know. Guess I’m still shy in the getting-naked department.”
Except in my dreams. Lord, I never had a problem doing anything in there. Just the other night I was practically doing a striptease.
She continued to click away. “So turn off the lights. Candles make it more romantic anyways.” A smile curled upwards and she added, “Seems to slow them down and keep them from rushing through it, too.”
I really wanted to talk about Chance, too. I knew my dreams weren’t normal and they were in fact dreams, but I was starting to feel a little guilty about what I was doing. I mean, I had this great boyfriend, yet I let another man put his hands all over my body every time I shut my eyes. I desperately needed a second opinion on the subject.
I tossed the pillow up in the air a few times, trying to sum up the courage. That pillow got twirled at least five times. “So…ever since I got home from the hospital…”
“Yeah?”
“My dreams have been a little weird.”
“Weird like how? Like zebra-striped unicorns fartin’ glitter weird?”
I burst out laughing. “No, but I won’t be surprised if one goes strolling by me now!” She stuck her tongue out at me. “I don’t know. Before my accident, every night was something new. Now, I dream about the same guy every night.”
Sophie gasped, her eyes spread wide and a huge smile filled her face. It was kinda creepy. Like Cheshire cat creepy. (Yes, even I’ve seen Alice in Wonderland). “Is this the same guy that gave you the wet dream? Is it that hotty from Supernatural? Is it dirty? Oh, please, let it be dirrrrrrr-ty.” The way she rolled the r’s on that last word made it sound more like a purr than the English language.
I bobbed my head back and forth playfully. “He’s cute. And sorta dirty. What’s weird is that every dream has been a continuation. Like I’m following a storyline and every time I fall asleep, I pick up right where I left off. And we remember everything from the previous dreams.”
“A guy that remembers everything? Now I know for sure you’re dreaming.”
“Sophie, if I didn’t know I was dreaming, I swear I’d think I was in a real relationship with this guy.”
She just stared at me for a moment, head cocked slightly sideways and all nonchalant-like. I knew I should have kept my insanity to myself. Booby hatch, here I come. How could I ever expect anyone to ever take this seriously?
Sophie took a quick, sharp breath. “So…not the hotty from Supernatural? Cause if I was able to dream that way, I’d be putting in a request to my imagination for a stand-in. And I’d make all his moments really, really–” She licked both lips, then silently mouthed the word dirty.
“Gross. But seriously though, I think I’m actually on the road to bonkers. The dreams feel really real.”
“Girl, who the hell cares? You know they’re just dreams. Otherwise you’d be locked away in some nut ward and I’d be talking to you through three inches of nonbreakable glass. So tell me,” she urged, cocking her brows at me and clicking her nails repeatedly on the keyboard, “are they all wet dreams?”
“God, I hate talking to you!”
“Oh my God, they are!” She burst into a fit of laughter. “Look at you! Won’t even let Robert slide into second, yet you’re pitching an easy home run for some dream boy. HA!”
I hugged the furry pillow tightly to my chest. “I feel kinda bad actually. Robert gets me all hot and horny, then I kick him out of bed and let some make-believe guy finish the job.”
She was still giggling.
“Soph!”
“I’m sorry.” Her laughs came to a slow halt. “Poor Robert. All that work and nothing in return. Seriously, you’ve gotta give him something. That’s just cruel to let someone else finish what he started.”
“I’d stop the dreams if I could. But every time I fall asleep Chance is there, and every time I’m overwhelmed with all these emotions and I know it’s a dream and I know I should still say no, but I just don’t.”
“Well, if you’re feeling bad then it must be good sex. I say enjoy the wet dreams and Robert too.”
My stomach churned a little. “Is what I’m doing considered cheating?”
Sophie brushed me off with a hand wave. “No. I don’t care how much sex you have in your dreams. It’s not real.”
“It feels real.”
“Well, until he’s got you moaning so loud it wakes me up, I’m gonna give you the okay on this one, Jenna. I guarantee you Robert has sex dreams about other women. And given the chance to have that on nightly basis, I promise you he’d literally jump all on it.”
A few more snickers came out of her and I threw the pillow at her. For once my aim was dead on and it smacked her in the head. She swept it under to cushion her laptop and leaned her back against the wall.
“Hey, so what do you want for Christmas?” she asked.
“Are you online shopping?”
“Yes ma’am, I am.”
“Don’t spend any money on me. You’re already taking me home for Christmas. That’s more than enough.”
“Oh, Jenna. Soooo not gonna happen. But are you really not going home with me Thanksgiving weekend? You know my parents don’t mind you being there.”
“Yeah, I know. And it’s sweet of you guys to ask, but I’ve already picked up a few double shifts at the bookstore. With so many people asking for Thanksgiving weekend off, I’m gonna make a lot of money. And I’m still at a loss for what to give Robert for Christmas, but at least this way I’ll have the extra cash to buy whatever it is.”