Chapter 1: A Text
"Well, that's unfortunate. I will send you my travel itinerary once I book my flight." My father had just called to inform me of a death in the family. Not that it was a surprise, as my grandfather had been in and out of the hospital for months. At eighty seven years old, it's expected for the body to start shutting down.
What a shitty start to my favorite month.
October had always been my favorite, as it was the beginning of the holiday season. It always marked change. The leaves would begin to change to their beautiful yellows, oranges, and reds. The weather would begin to cool, leaving behind the sticky, hot humidity that imprisoned humans during the Texas summers. With the cooler weather, my seasonal allergies went away too. But death always finds a way to put a damper on things.
As I pulled out a suitcase, I began to wonder how much I should pack, as there were additional things that needed my attention in Tennessee. My back pockets seemed to hold my life in order, with my wallet in the back right and my phone in the back left. I reached for my phone and discovered a text message from a dear distant cousin, with whom I had not spoken to in quite some time.
"Hey nerd! News travels fast in this small town. So sorry about your grandpa! Are you coming for the funeral?" Sarah had always been a lovely gal to me. We would trample through the woods, climb waterfalls and roughhouse together when I would come to visit as a child. Her message had taken me off guard though, as I had not heard from her in a few years.
Sarah was married now and had given birth about three years prior. I quickly checked the calendar on my phone. Tuesday October 10th, 2017...and the funeral is this Friday October 13th?! Well, that's morbid! Needing to book a flight, I navigated to my Delta Airlines app and searched for a few flights. Turns out people are spooked to fly on Friday the 13th, so I scored a solid deal. Just in time for lunch. I booked the 11 a.m. flight that would arrive around 1 p.m.
"Sarah?! I thought you fell off the face of the Earth! Thank you for your condolences. I will be coming in on Friday October 13th at 1 p.m. Do you think you can pick me up? I'll treat you to lunch before the 6 p.m. funeral?"
"Swoosh," my phone sounded, as I replied back to her. I loved going to Nashville. The scenery was always welcomed in my eyes. Beautiful women, good beer, barbecue... and then there was Sarah, the distant second cousin that I had forbidden fantasies about. It wasn't new to her though. She had flashed me once when we were sixteen and I had spanked her after a family game of softball... discreetly outside the locker room. Of course, this was several years ago, and our bodies had matured by now.
"Wayne, has your mother ever told you that it's not polite to point?" Sarah giggled as she caught me with a boner in my sliders.
"Err, help me! I don't need the rest of our family to see this embarrassment."
Sarah proceeded to throw a cup of ice water on my face and threw a short sports towel at me. "If your face was between my legs, it would be more wet than that!"
"Sarah, help me out here! Please just stand right here to block the view."
I remember being able to escape that situation, but I needed a huge release later that night. The house went quiet at around 9 p.m. and I let my imagination get the best of me. I stroked my throbbing cock for what seemed a majority of the night before finally releasing a low groan and a stream of jizz.
Hmm...doubtful I'll ever relive that situation in my life. My phone loudly pinged and brought me back to reality.
"Um, duh! What time you dork?"
"1 p.m...Don't be late though. I can't afford to miss our lunch date. Are you coming to my grandfather's funeral?"
Strangely, I had tingles through my body. To see her, to smell her fresh body, and to touch her soft skin. Times had changed, but my fantasies about her had not.
"Nashville International, right? Send me your flight number and airline. If you're lucky, maybe I'll be standing curb side with my skirt slightly raised."
"Flight 2169...Delta Airlines. I'd rather see you in a sexy shade of lipstick...perhaps all dolled up. I don't need you looking like a hooker that's picking this heart throb up."
"You think I'd show up to your grandpa's funeral dressed like a slut?! Shame on you. What kind of girl do you take me for?"
"A good one," I replied. "See you at 1 p.m."
Chapter 2: My Father's Slut
I pulled out two suitcases. I had not booked a return flight yet, as I had intentionally requested to take a week off for my birthday and head out there. My grandfather had a few cars that needed to be fixed up and sold, and it was likely that they would be willed to me.
Three weeks of clothing should be sufficient.
I tucked a few condoms in between some clothes in the event that I may catch a drink with a fine lady.
"Dad, I'm flying in on Friday. I'll be in at 1 p.m. and Sarah is picking me up. Are you sure you want to drive?" I texted my father. He always had a thing about driving that long hitch. Something about being alone, though he'd probably meet some hussie half way for a wild excursion.
I wonder where I got it from.
"No, I'm driving in. I'll be stopping at Michelle's for the night, and then I'll drive the remaining distance early in the morning."
Figured...I used to make these trips with him when I was younger. Back then, it was always a rush to get there.
"Okay, I love you and I'll see you soon."
My relationship with my father had always been strained. He blamed me for causing my parents divorce, which had been brought on by his stupidity. I had walked in on him when I came home early from school. She was a tight bodied blonde, no older than college-aged. I yelled, "You're doing it wrong," when I saw her mounted on him in reverse cowgirl. I was seventeen at the time and had no experience. Who was I to judge?
He managed to leave the condom out while flustered, and threatened me. My mother came home about four hours later and I stormed out the door. I headed over to my best friend's house and partook in a little tequila Tuesday action. My mother called his parents at 10 p.m., telling them to send me home. The world tilting, I climbed on my bicycle and left, just to get home to a locked door. I always kept my keys on me though, but it seemed a hassle to get the door unlocked. Frustrated and drunk, I sat down on the porch to regain my composure. I tried again, just for my mother to come to the door.
"Are you drunk?!"
"Who? Me?! Mom, never!" I stumbled over my words.
"Go sit on the couch. Your father and I need to tell you something."
Chapter 3: The Dream
The next two days at work seemed to drag by, but the only thing I could think of was Sarah. I lay in bed Thursday night dreaming of laying in her luscious brown hair and suffocating in her scent. It wasn't long before I finally dozed off.
There she was. Standing at the edge of my bed in nothing more than a sheer teddy. "Do you mind if I climb in bed with you? I'm having trouble sleeping," she eagerly asked as her eyes glowed an eerie red. I nodded as the lump in my throat prevented me from answering. "There's something I have to show you, and only you. And I will give my entire body to you if only you'll worship me." Her hand slipped into my boxers and grasped onto my girth. "I've always adored the way you stare at me." Stroking me now, I tossed my head back. I felt a heat come over my body and then I erupted.
A crash of thunder ripped through the house, jolting me from my sleep. I glanced at my phone. 3:30 a.m...What the hell?! I thought, as lightning lit up the room. I got up to go to the bathroom. "Shit, it's been a while since I've done that!" I groggily stammered, as I looked down at the creamy mess in my boxers. After cleaning myself up, I made my way back to the bed to discover wet sheets and a moist pillow, caused by the heat of my dreams and my sweaty body. It was just a dream. I've been thinking too much about her, I thought, as I changed the bedding and put the used sheets in the washing machine.
