I had forgotten to close the curtains when I went to bed last. The sunlight woke me from my recurring dream about Lilly. I rubbed my eyes and crawled out of bed for a quick shower.
As the water woke me up, I thought about my late arrival home after taking the night train from my summer camp job in Alberta. Even though I was groggy it had been a good choice as it gave me the morning to pack and hopefully see Lilly before flying to the States to start college.
As I dried off I thought about have finished High School and how I would be starting College next week.
Being one of the smartest kids in school was good but it did not make me very popular. Straight A's and top rank in my class was an achievement to be proud of but being the only 18-year-old boy in Canada or perhaps the world that was still a virgin was not cool.
It is not that I wanted to remain a virgin. Sometimes things happened.
But I have had a strong friendship with Lilly since kindergarten. We are true friends but not one with sexual benefits. The benefits of our friendship are much deeper but in the dream I desire her as both a friend and lover. But I am afraid to tell her of my carnal desires as I fear it would end our friendship.
The few times I have almost gotten lucky I stop because the dream I have about Lilly stops me and I pull away.
Two years ago I almost got lucky. I had helped a senior graduate by tutoring her in Algebra. For me it was as easy as adding one plus one. For her it was impossible without three one-hour tutoring sessions over 18 months. I had done the tutoring for free.
After she passed she asked me to come to her house as she had something for me. When I rang the bell it was clear we were the only one's home. She asked me if I wanted a drink. Her breath made it clear she had been drinking something alcoholic. I asked for a glass of water and she poured herself a glass of white wine.
We chatted for a while. When I finished my glass of water I got up and said thank you and started to leave. She stood up and reminded me that I had not gotten my gift. She turned and asked me to follow her upstairs. I did as I was asked.
We went to her bedroom. Except for Lilly I had never been in a girl's bedroom. She had posters of rock stars on the walls and teddy bears on her bed.
After a few awkward moments I asked her "What's the gift?"
It is me she said. Jacques you have 15 minutes and I will do anything you ask me to do. She started unbuttoning her blouse. Very quickly I could see her black bra and I closed my eyes and all I could see was Lilly in my dream.
I opened my eyes and said that I had to leave. I reached for the door and began racing down the stairs. She yelled at me.
"Do you think it was going to be fun for me? I had to get drunk to even consider having your hands on me. Every other boy would do anything to have me!"
As I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard her stumbling and turned to help if she fell.
"I have no idea what Lilly sees in you."
I turned around and when I got to the front door I fumbled with the knob and she caught up to me.
"What's wrong with you are you gay or something?"
That last line soon made its way around the school even though she was graduating that week. I was even more isolated than before. The straights ignored me and the gays embraced me until I told them it was not true.
Lilly was, as always, very reassuring. She said she liked me whatever I was. I wanted so much to tell her that I loved her and desired her and only her. But I could not find the words to say that.
The dream about Lilly is the fantasy that gave me not only my first but every wet dream and that helps me masturbate almost daily.
I only had on my underwear and was so tired I set in a rocking chair. I closed my eyes and the dream began almost instantly.
Mid-summer and my dreams are more real than ever. The night air and the the full moon silhouette a clearing by the lake near my house. I am not a dancer but I begin to dance not like myself but more like Rudolf Nureyev.
My feet do not miss a beat but leap in one full stride across the makeshift stage. Lilly, the lovely and mysterious girl-next-door is sitting on the ground. She has been my friend since kindergarten. She was my only patron and her clapping inspired me to soar higher and dance more gracefully.
"Bravo! Bravo!" she cries out.
My shirt comes unbuttoned and the tails float around me like a woman's skirt. I leap into the night air and the shirt floats away weightlessly.
I land on one foot and do a pirouette and I find my pants floating beneath me.
I stand before Lilly with only my t-shirt and my tidy white underwear. Should I stop and ask why she is here in the middle of the night?