Dreamland and The Dark

“I’m on my way, Sweetheart” said Mister, as she looked at her phone and realized it was a quarter to twelve at night and she wasn’t ready.

She didn’t expect him to agree to come over after her last bold and very forward text of “would you come over and sleep with me?”

How could she have sent such a thing!

She thought perhaps it had to do with the fact that her dog died a couple of days ago or maybe she just felt lonely.

Who was she trying to kid? What she wanted was him; not sex per say but his company nonetheless.

Whatever the reason, she wasn’t going to waste time trying to analyze this. She told him she’d call him back and peeled herself out of bed.

As she hurried to wash her face, she contemplated what to tell Lilly, her uptight cousin, who was staying over and was fully aware of whom she was dating.

Biting her lower lip, she figured there was no need to hide this and told Lilly the truth; that he was on his way over and they were going to watch a movie in the basement apartment.

After a look of pure judgment and cynicism, Lilly nodded and agreed to stay shut.

Sighing heavily, she rummaged through her drawers in search for something appropriate to wear that made her look presentable instead of her large college varsity T-shirt and sweat pants, her usual home attire.

Her phone rang for a third time and she answered without looking, “Hey, I am a few blocks away,” he said, sounding like an eager young boy waiting to open his gifts on Christmas morning.

She sighed, “Oh… great, I’m glad” and gave a nervous giggle at how awkward she sounded.

He chuckled “Wo-would you… would you mind wearing something sexy, tonight?” he stammered.

Was he as nervous as she?

Her already racing heart thumped harder against her chest as she realized this was indeed real.

She thought back to when he told her that no other girl has ever dressed in sexy lingerie for him before. She teased him about it saying he was only using this as a ploy to get her to dress like this for him. He laughed, denied it and assured her that he truly has yet to have a girl dress sexy for him.

Blushing at the memory she said, “Um… I’ll see what I can do but I can’t promise anything.”

She ended up in her gray pajama leggings with a long black and sleeveless tank that displayed breast cancer awareness in blue across the front. She bought this shirt after donating five dollars at a local shoe store. It seemed practical and was long enough to cover her full bottom for the occasion because what she had in mind was not sex, but like all the other nights when he’d come over, she expected good company and an even better cuddle buddy.

Using her fingertips and a bit of argon oil hair cream, she dolled up her short brown hair into unruly waves. She added tinted lip balm and rosy blush for her cheeks.

She was ready.

Ignoring the flips and groans coming from the bottom of her belly, she opened the door to a smooth smile that dropped once Mister got a look at her choice of “sexy” apparel.

She shrugged “I know this isn’t the getup you were looking forward to but there is only so much I can do when one’s little cousin is sleeping over.”

Sensing her reluctance and timidity, he smiled and nodded “it’s okay, you always look great.”

She relaxed a little as he came towards her and gave her a kiss.

Immediately she felt an invigorating tremor rush through her body. A feeling she would always get whenever he would kiss or even touch her for that matter.

He pulled away from her and continued on to remove his coat when she saw the painful bruise on his bicep. Must have been from the car accident he suffered two weeks ago.

She went to him and rubbed his arm on instinct, “You didn’t go to the doctor did you?”

He sighed as he toed off his sneakers “I’m all right” he said, pulling her into his arms right before he kissed her again.

She sighed as her heart went for a leap and looked up at him “this isn’t funny, many people get into car accidents and leave completely fine and then die a week later.” She nagged, but this is true. He totaled his car and was lucky to be alive and yet he did not bother to seek medical help.

She felt a deep ache inside at the thought of it but could not work out why this was.

“Well, good thing I won’t be dying tonight” he said smiling while he caressed her butt, something he enjoyed doing plenty.

She giggled at the thought of this before he bent down and kissed her again.

This time it was a gentle kiss, not too long before he yawned in her mouth.

“I am sorry about that,” he said blinking a few times.

She shook her head saying it was all right looking up at him when she noticed the light stubble on his jaw and droopy eyes that had seen better days.

“Are you all right?” she asked, “You look exhausted, can I get you anything?”

Walking passed her, he leaned over to the couch and lied across “a bed would be ideal” he said before turning over, signaling with his hand for her to join him.

Biting on her bottom lip she resisted, and instead said “come on, let me get you some water” and headed to the kitchen.

He followed. Sneaking up behind her, he bent his head on her shoulder and lightly kissed the back of her neck. She shivered and spilled some water on the counter. Not an unusual thing for her, but in this instance it was more than her endearing clumsiness that was a factor.

He gently wiped the drips off her hand, grabbed the cup and took a sip, “Hmm” he pushed her hair aside softly “you think we can just lay on the bed and relax?” he asked, putting the cup back down on the counter “I had such a long week and am in need of some rest.”

She turned to him quickly “the bed? Really? You don’t want to watch some TV first or cuddle on the couch?” She rambled as he pulled her towards the bedroom.

“Come on, sweetheart I just want to lay in bed with you and we never get to be alone.”

He was right. It was the first time they were completely alone. Oh, sure they had their time on the couch making out in front of Beauty and the Beast or any one of her favorite Star Wars films, along with her cousin’s epic snoring coming from behind them just ten feet away.

But tonight was different. Her family was away on vacation for the week and she had her apartment all to herself. She resisted inviting him over all week because of it. And now he was here, well aware of this chance that he was not going to pass up.

But this night was going to be like all of the other nights and nothing more.

She told herself.

She closed the door to the bedroom as he swiftly took refuge on the bed. Watching him she realized that it was an actual relief to see him this tired because it definitely helped put the pressure off.

She sat up next to him, “do you feel better?” she asked as he accommodated himself in the sheets.

“I feel great now. This bed is so comfortable, where did you buy this?”

She shrugged “It was my mom. I am guessing some place uptown or upstate.” She wasn’t sure.

“This bed is better than the ones I sell at my job,” the whole bed set intrigued him.

He stood up and began to analyze the intricate wood of the bed frame. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved his job as a salesman at the furniture store. His bold and round brown eyes pierced out of his face, glowing as he studied the rest of furniture in the bedroom.

It made her smile and when he finally looked back at her, they locked eyes and he smiled in return.

“Would you mind turning the lights off?” he asked as he came back to bed.

“Now why would I do that?” She teased.

“Come on… please?” giving her a boyish grin.

She sighed, reached for the remote and clicked off.

**********

For a few seconds there was complete darkness until her eyes adjusted and the glare came in from the window. She felt him rise and saw his shadow in the dark of the night. He was shuffling with something as she became curious and turned the lights back on.

She squinted a bit before she saw that his jeans were unzipped and he was leaning over the edge of the bed. His guilty smirk told her he was hiding something.

Getting a better look at him, she noticed his t-shirt was a bit snug, outlining his broad chest and bulky arms. He’d been a lot skinnier when they’d first met about a year and a half ago, and she wondered if he was putting on weight or gaining muscle. Whichever it was, having a big frame suited the rest of him. He had a large face with a defined jaw line, a small straight nose and a full and firm pink mouth.

Mister was six feet tall but she wasn’t convinced and questioned him one time in wonder

He’d shrugged “Eh, I’m about six feet”

“You are not six feet… Mister” she teased in disbelief

“Fine! You got me! I’m five, seven” he said shaking his head

She laughed at him and grabbing her tight by her shoulders, he pinned her down on the couch.

She gasped as he used his weight to trap her “You want to laugh at me, Sweetheart?” he said huskily

Pulling roughly at her chin, he brought her lips to his “let’s see if I’m big enough to do this” and kissed her until there were both gasping for breath and she melted in his arms.

She smiled at the memory and continued to scan the rest of him. Though he kept his curly brown hair short and clean cut, it seemed that he was due for a haircut. She’d noticed his stubble earlier but realized she preferred this rather rugged appearance. It gave him a sexy edge belying the boyish look he usually sported.

She bit down her bottom lip, feeling the silky warmth between her thighs when she noticed he was trying to cover his bulge.

Relieved that she hadn’t been caught staring, she tried to sneer at him “since when are you so shy?”

He sighed and for the first time she saw him blush, “you’re not being fair, turn it off ma’am.”

Giggling she clicked off once again.

He continued to shuffle as she laid back and tried to relax.

This is no big deal!

She repeated this mantra in her head many times but couldn’t help but think about how inexperienced she was.

That doesn’t matter! Nothing will happen anyway!

She continued to tell herself.

Taking a deep breath she tried to recall how she ended up here. All of this happened so fast and she didn’t even realize how ready she was. She did not ever think she was going to have feelings for another man again and…

“Hey” he startled her out of her thoughts.

She stared at him for a few seconds before responding “hey yourself.”

He smiled “what were you thinking about?”

Your looks and her sad attempt at fighting whatever this is, a voice answered for her.

She pushed it away, “nothing much, just a bit tired as well”

He nodded “I suppose it’s been a rough week for the both of us. I am sorry about your dog” he said and twirled his fingers in her hair.

He laid up next to her in his boxers and t-shirt. Wrapping his legs between hers and he put one arm under her to pull her close to him.

She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of his body and strength of his arms, “Thank you, I miss him. I had to call my brother today and tell him the news. He choked up and hung up on me.”

He continued to play with her hair as he always did. It reminded her of the many times he admired it and cursed her for chopping it all off as a donation.

“You have such great hair and I thought it was a beautiful thing you did, but… shit!” he growled as he gripped the back of her hair and pulled her in for another deep kiss.

That was their very first kiss and it was as crazy and passionate as her party for singles where they officially met. She and her best friend, Sara were hostesses for this party meant for fun and teasing, but turned out to be a make-out session for many of their friends who were in need of a significant other. That kissing booth did the trick and by the end of the night the hook ups were jaw dropping, including hers once Mister kissed her in the kissing booth.

He leaned in saying “dame un besito” as she stared at him in disbelief. And then she was lost and realized how much she was missing. Such a simple kiss that brought her back to where she felt something burst from deep within. The thrill shocked her to the point where she pulled back quickly. Mister stared at her wide-eyed with so many questions longing in the depths of his irises and she wondered if he felt it too.

Moments later he pushed her against basement door and deepened the kiss. Her knees buckled and all she could do was hold on to his shoulders as he led her deeper into his world. Her body tingled with an awareness she had not felt ever before. The sensation traveled from her lips straight to the bottom of her stomach, back up to her chest and finally streamed down to an area that had been neglected for so long.

Feeling instantly soaked with the heat between them, he finally pulled away enough for her to breathe, “I don’t like girls with short hair” he growled and gently pulled her hair back, feathering soft kisses along her neck.

“Then what are you doing with me?” was the only thing she could manage to say.

She was enveloped in this haze of Mister’s sweet kisses and wanted more. Much more. It was at this point that he had her; she was his the moment he kissed her at that cardboard made kissing booth.

And he had her now, on this bed where the memory of it all was so palpable, she trembled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

She turned to him and touched his face softly with the back of her hand, “how are things with your car?”

He sighed and looked away “It sucks. This has probably been the worst week ever” he grunted and rolled on his back.

She wished there was something she could have done or said better than, “I think you’re handling it quite well. I am sure things will turn up and get better.”

He shrugged “I know they will eventually, it’s just been rough, you know. I know it could have been worse, but it was a brand new car…” he sighed heavily “I loved that car.”

Indeed he did. He gushed about it over the phone giving her excruciating details of how awesome every nook and cranny of his car was.

She laughed at him for being such a guy

“You’ll see how awesome it is when you’re riding in it with me.”

She’d blushed at the innuendo and imagined his smirk over the phone, “Oh I bet it is, Mister,” she said trying to hide the shake in her voice.

And it definitely was, but in her opinion, too extravagant for his age and financial position. But it was what he set his heart on so she was happy for him all the same. Until it all came crashing down along with his car after he fell asleep on the wheel one night returning from a party, slamming right into a street pole.

Now he had to pick up the pieces and his demeanor changed; he’d become distant. She felt it from the moment he told her about the accident, which is why she found his arrival here so relieving yet strange at the same time.

Should she be worried?

She wondered.

But quickly dismissed this and realized she was just happy he came over.

She missed him.

“Can we not talk about this?” he said a while later.

She nodded and they continued to talk about her dog’s sudden death. He had a dog as well and they exchanged stories, some were sad and others were funny. They laughed together.

It cheered her up and suddenly he pulled her close, “you’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he said as he nuzzled her face.

“So will you, Mister,” she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

His hands fell to her butt once again and he pulled at the elastic band of her leggings, “these need to come off.”

She giggled, “Is that really necessary?” She said, hoping to God she sounded aloof.

He nodded “It’s not fair; I am in my boxers and you’re still wearing pants.”

He stared at her with innocent eyes “you should take these off,” and gently lowered the leggings over her butt and down her thighs.

His rough fingers slicked down her skin and she moistened immediately to his touch. She never been more aroused by a man and never thought that she would want anyone this much before. She knew he wanted her but what she couldn’t believe was how much she wanted him in return.

“I don’t think I need to anymore. You’re doing an amazing job all by yourself” she said.

He laughed and finished removing the leggings over her socks.

He caught her tugging her shirt down in an effort to cover herself.

He smiled “You’re too cute!” he gushed shaking his head and gave her a kiss on her cheek before laying back down beside her.

She felt her heart melt and not knowing what else to do, she rambled on about something completely irrelevant. He kept up with her to ease the tension and help make her comfortable. She talked, he listened, they laughed some more but in mid sentence he caught her mouth with his and fell straight in to his dreamland.

**********

He came over her as she kissed him back and was tender with his hands smoothing gently down her arms. He deepened the kiss when he broke her lips apart with his tongue, sending sensations through her that she had yet to feel. His tongue swirled in her mouth meeting hers at the exact moment every time, pulling back and sucking her lips in with enough pressure to make her moan in his mouth.

She shivered all over as she gripped his broad shoulders for dear life when he flipped her on top of him in one quick move. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down for another lovemaking kiss. Her thighs were over his hips and she could feel the full extent of his arousal. She shuddered and placed her hands around his face as she kissed him back and followed his every move with her mouth.

His hands caressed and tightly gripped her butt and he quickly maneuvered them up to her belly and around her back, snapping her bra open with one hand and the other snatched off her tank.

So much for showing off her gray lace bra, she thought, and now she had nothing but her cheeky leopard print panties on. Before she even had a chance to notice, he popped a full breast in his mouth and sucked hard while his tongue swirled tightly around her nipple. She gasped his name and felt herself get higher with every pull of his mouth at her breast.

Without realizing she began to ride over him and thrust herself over his erection. He growled and grabbed her wrists and in an instant flipped her back down on the bed.

This time there was nothing tender about the way he kissed her. He nipped at her lips and sucked in deep before kissing down her neck, shoulders, chest, then again at her breasts, slowing his pace and gently licking around a nipple before slowly slurping in the peak once more.

She was coming apart as he continued to go lower blowing sweet kisses on her belly before his hands went to her hips. She lifted her head and saw his right above her pelvis. She moved quickly and pulled his face back up towards hers.

“No…” she gasped “seriously you can’t,”

He smiled; removing her hands.

“Seriously, I can…” he paused “and I will.”

She pulled him back up, “No!”

She said, her voice trembling and shaking her head.

He stared at her startled.

She took a deep breath, shaking her head.

“I am too hairy,” she felt her face flush and covered it with her hands.

His sigh was one of relief .

He chuckled, taking her hands in one of his.

“I already told you, I don’t have a problem with that” and kissed her again before going back down.

She was dazed but managed to pull him up again “I can’t let you do this”

He sighed and came back up, giving her a rough kiss before grabbing both her hands with one of his once more.

With a tight grip, he tucked them at her hip, used the other to push her panties aside and there at the center of all that was her, he kissed her.

She squealed as he blew lightly over her wetness before plunging his tongue straight into her clitoris. How he found it so quickly was beyond her but she couldn’t think about anything else but this. His tongue making increasingly tight circles over and over while his lips pulled at her labia all at once. He was bringing her higher and higher and she couldn’t believe how perfect this all was.

He quickly picked up his speed and lifted her into his mouth taking her deeper into a pool of pure torment and delight. He licked, sucked, nipped, pulled and swirled as she bit hard down her lip to keep from screaming his name, while her nails ripped into the bed sheets. Her thighs trembled and tightened around his neck as he took her higher and higher and higher and higher and he stopped.

Her last moan caught in her throat when she turned to see him lean over the bed and reach for something. That something must have been the reason why he blushed earlier, and she suddenly realized she was completely naked.

When did he remove her panties?

She thought, and wondered if it was perhaps before or after he skyrocketed her into dreamland.

She saw her shirt on the bed and quickly pulled it to her chest. It was then that she started to shiver all over and it had nothing to do with what just happened.

Don’t go there! Not again!

A sharp voice told her.

He came back and kissed her. She sighed and gripped the shirt tighter to her chest when he reached for it and ripped it from her grasp, flinging it across the room.

The single movement and intense stare in his eyes brought her back to his world and she gripped his face and kissed him.

She felt his heated passion through his fingers as it entered her core, and leaning on one side he opened the condom with his teeth and sheathed himself ever so quickly.

Oh my, this is really going happen and you’re actually okay with this!

The same voice told her.

She stared at him and realized she was still shivering. He leaned over her and gently kissed her forehead, nose and mouth. He was saying something to her but she couldn’t make out what it was. Maybe it had to do with her shivering because he hugged her tight before sliding his hands down her waist, to her hips, under her butt and lifted her up to his erection and slowly, very slowly entered her.

She gasped and threw her head back at the sharp pain that shot up to her belly, until he pulled back just as slowly and pierced her again. By his third plunge the pain receded and it was now a painful pleasure for she still felt him hit her belly but she didn’t want him to stop. His long hardness ripped through her folds and thickness caressed every inch of her; the feel of him this deep inside her was all too overwhelming. He picked up his rhythm and began to slide in harder and faster. She let her thighs go from her grip at his hips and allowed him full access.

Now he wasn’t just gentle anymore but aggressively gentle; it was a contradiction of tenderness and rough passion all at once. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she shuddered when he kissed her, breathing straight into her mouth sweet words she couldn’t comprehend.

Or was that her breathing?

She couldn’t tell because it was all so surreal; taking refuge in each other’s bodies was in the simplest term, fantastic. But his kiss, touch, thickness and length were all real and the penetrating sensations hitting each of her nerve endings thudded hard and loud like thunder claps in a summer storm.

In one slick movement he turned her over him once more and she was shunned out of dreamland where she stopped cold.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as she tried to figure that out herself.

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a while for me” she said through heavy breathing.

He smirked and took one of her hands in his “I know” he said looking into her face and quickly pulled her back down on the bed again.

She gasped at the jagged jolt of fear that came from deep within.

She shook her head, pushed it away and tried reaching for him again when she looked up at him searching for something

“What is it?” she asked

He chuckled nervously, “Um… where is my condom?”

She couldn’t help but giggle and on instinct put her hand under herself, “here it is.”

He looked at her in disbelief and laughed, “Well…” he laughed “that’s unfortunate.”

She attempted to smile, “I’ll just go flush this down the toilet.”

She walked over to the bathroom and flushed the rubber.

She returned to find him sitting upright when she realized how far away from him she was.

A surge of drowning emotions engulfed her and she quickly turned away. She caught sight of her shirt, bent to pick it up and shrugged it on.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice sounding sweeter than she could have ever hoped for.

She sniffled “it’s better to just call it a night. I am so sorry.”

She pulled down at her shirt and sat up next to him “I know I suck.” She said shaking her head “I just have issues with sex.”

She sobbed heavily the moment she said it and the more she cried, the more she wanted to cry and couldn’t stop even though she desperately wanted to.

He pulled her close and looked down at her in the dark. He smoothed his hand down her back and held her, the same way he did when he led her in to dreamland.

But this time he didn’t take her there; he led her to a dark place, one that she never wanted to ever visit again. With only five simple words she was thrown back into it

“What happened to you, Edith?”

**********

Everything turned cloudy, but Mister could still see her through it all. He was wide eyed and sullen; it reminded her of those glassed eyed porcelain dolls that freaked her out when growing up.

“Why would you think something happened to me?” She said fighting the lump forming at her throat.

He softly brushed her hair away from her face “how old were you, sweetheart?”

A rush flooding through from her toes went straight up to her face and feeling her eyes turn heavy she answered, “I was seven.”

He pulled her to him and laid down with her on the bed.

She let him hold her for a while before he asked, “does anyone else know?”

She shook her head in thought “Sara knows”

“How about your brothers… parents?”

“No.” She said in a no nonsense tone.

He closed his mouth and rolled onto his back “how about your ex-boyfriend?”

She sighed, “yes, he knows as well”

“How?”

She turned to him “well… when your girlfriend continues to freak out every time things get intimate you wonder if something is wrong” she laughed bitterly.

He didn’t.

She shrugged “I had to tell him after a while.”

“He wasn’t an asshole with you, was he?” he said in a sudden harsh tone that startled her.

She looked at him and realized what he was thinking. With a nervous giggle she wiped the tears from her face.

“No, he was always sweet and great to me.”

He nodded and kissed her forehead before saying, “good.”

Holding her in his arms, Mister couldn’t stop himself from making a fist. It took every fiber in his being to keep calm. He told himself he’d feel this way for any woman who’d been hurt like this but…

Mierda!

He thought and couldn’t stop himself.

“Who was it?” he pressed on

“Who was what?” she said, her voice shaking.

He held back when he noticed her quivering mouth. Her full and pouty lips were swollen and bruised from his kisses. Her hair, a mess of silky milk chocolate waves fell across her face. He gently pulled it back revealing the terrified look in her warm deep brown eyes framed within long soaked eyelashes. She sniffled and tried looking away from his stare. Her olive colored skin felt like silk under his touch, and he realized that she had never looked more beautiful.

And he had never been more livid.

For her sake he took a deep breath and swallowed hard before saying “who did this to you?”

She paused before answering then shook her head “Does it matter?”

He paused in thought. She was right. It didn’t matter who that piece of shit was, even though he had an idea. He felt his jaw tick and with a rough voice he answered, “No…” he cleared his throat “it doesn’t.”

She shrugged “I can never say it, anyway”

“Why not?”

She exhaled hard “because it would destroy my family if I did”

“You cannot believe that!” he grunted “How?” his jaw ticked again as he swiftly turned her to face him

“Do I know him?” he practically roared.

She shook her head nervously “N- no… I.. I don’t think you do.”

He stared into her eyes with his mouth sealed in silence.

She wondered if there was any way he could ever know, but that was impossible.

No one in her family knows.

She knew their families knew each other well enough and the attraction between them was intense when they first met. They were both in committed relationships at the time and so Edith avoided him at all costs. Things were different now that they were both single and nothing stopped Mister from pursuing her.

However, the fact that he wondered that her problem had to do with a family member was unexpected.

She wondered how he could have so much insight.

You can’t hide it forever.

That dreadful voice again!

She gasped sucking in the bitter taste of her fears and shook her head.

Pressing a light kiss to her forehead, Mister held her tighter and wished he could stop her from shivering this much. He wished he could kiss away those goose bumps prickling her skin until she melted in his embrace and kissed him back. Then he would take her again and again until she’d weep, not of fear, but of ecstasy.

Mierda!

He was turning himself on at the thought.

This is not what she needs right now!

He was like a rock and couldn’t believe how much he still wanted her and he felt worse that he couldn’t stop himself.

Just as much as he couldn’t stop from pushing her to talk about it.

Kissing her temples he asked, “What does Sara say about this?”

“Sh-she thinks I should see a therapist” Edith said with a tremor.

He sighed and tried to compose himself.

“I think she’s right, I mean I wish I could say I understand what you’re going through, but I can’t.”

She looked up at him in wonder.

Good he thought, the fact that he had her attention helped ease his erection and he could focus on her.

Lost in those deep brown eyes he added, “I am no professional but I think speaking to a therapist will be good for you.”

Their eyes locked again and she felt a warmth come from inside, wondering why he was doing this. “Writing helps…”

“You wrote about it?”

She nodded “Yes, for my English class in college. We had to write diaries about the books we read in class. One book, by Ernest Hemmingway triggered a memory and I used my experience in my diary…”

She stopped talking and held her breath.

What was she doing?

She couldn’t believe she was talking about this with him “… my professor said it was a haunting essay and that the last sentence comes as a shock to the reader…”

“What was the last sentence?” he prompted.

He felt that he was getting close. She would finally open up to him and though he was reluctant to push her, he knew it was the only way she will let him in.

Another lump formed at her throat and she had to fight harder to push it aside “I can never tell my parents…” she took a deep breath

“I could never tell them that…” her voice broke and he held her tighter.

“I’m sorry I can’t finish it. I just can’t”

He sighed and wiped the tears from her face “it’s all right” he said, “Can…” he paused before saying “I read your paper?”

Edith stared at him feeling completely thrown, “why?” she asked in disbelief

Why indeed?

He thought.

He’s had mixed feelings about him and Edith for a few days now. Something was happening to him. He just didn’t know what.

“Because I want to able to understand you better…” he paused “if I can” he said in such a genuine tone, it pulled at her heartstrings.

Shaking her head, “I don’t think you would want to read it” she said, remembering how her paper was centered on her experience with her ex-boyfriend.

Mister couldn’t understand and didn’t say anything.

She pulled his face to hers “I am so sorry I told you about this, I really thought I was fine and ready. I never wanted you to find out, I swear”

She covered her face with her hands “I am so embarrassed”

She choked up again as he exhaled shaking his head “you didn’t tell me anything, sweetheart. I asked you. You don’t find it crazy that I was the one to ask you what happened?” he asked with a tense laugh

“I would say that’s weird because how would I even know you were hiding anything like this?”

Edith looked up at him and laughed a little “how did you figure?”

“I knew something was wrong from the first night I came over” he gulped

“You’d shiver all over and I sensed it wasn’t a good shiver but more like…” he paused again, “fear.”

“Am I that obvious?”

He shook his head “probably only to me.”

She turned away from him reaching for the edge of the bed when a strong and callused hand grabbed her from under her waist pulling her back to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m just so embarrassed. I can’t deal… this has all gotten too real” She said through her sobs, feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

He chuckled and pressed a light kiss on her lips.

“you’re embarrassed! How about having a brand new car for two weeks, and then not having it?”

She breathed in and laughed along with him.

He continued to tell her the rest of the story about the accident and what he was going through with his car insurance and payments.

They talked for hours about their families, high school and careers.

Edith finally relaxed with him, appreciating his attempt and success at lightening the mood.

Eventually, she grew aware that she had no underwear on.

“I should go slip my panties back on” she said leaning over to the edge of the bed.

“No!” he pulled her back “please don’t” he said placing his hands softly around her hips.

“But this is just a tease then and I don’t want to do that to you”

He shook his head “stop, don’t…” he murmured, “Hmmm, it’s a good tease” and gave her a boyish smirk, signaling to the growing bulge below his waist.

With both hands on her butt he said, “I love this big booty” and jiggled each of her cheeks up and down.

She couldn’t help but throw her head back a bit and laugh, “You are a masochist, Mister,” she said while he continued to kiss her, his hands never leaving her behind.

He sighed, “what can I say” he whispered huskily “you feel too nice.”

She laid back down feeling and enjoying his warmth against her body and though her thoughts were elsewhere, she didn’t want him to let her go.

He came over her once more and she reached out to touch his face.

He turned his head and kissed her palm.

“How can I just lay next to such a beautiful body?” he whispered.

He moved hand down her inner thigh and softly stroked his fingers over her heat.

He gasped loudly and with his voice rough he a slowly recited, “You. Are. So. Wet.”

Bewildered and turned on beyond words, Mister stared at Edith, taking in a deep breath before saying, “How can you still be this wet?”

It was all so erotic but she couldn’t come back to his world.

While her body was heightened and well aware of his desire and her own she was broken inside and trapped in that dark place.

He searched her face with a painful stare in his eyes before coming back down to kiss her. It wasn’t aggressively gentle nor passionate but so tender she wanted to weep.

He lied back down on the bed and pulled her beside him, close to his heart. She placed her hand there and felt it slow its beat as he drifted in to a deep sleep.

Shutting her eyes she rested there, in between dreamland and the dark.

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