When I woke the next morning, Faith was nowhere to be seen. I hadn't even noticed falling asleep. When the soft light of the morning sun found its way through the window, I groaned and sat up. I felt a piece of paper and looked down. Even her cursive handwriting was a sight to behold.
'Didn't want to wake you. We'll meet before the party, right? - Faith'
I had forgotten everything about the party. I had been too tranquil, I think. Too satisfied and relaxed in the arms of Faith. With a broad grin on my face, I hurriedly showered and hurried down to corncakes and syrup on the kitchen table.
"Your friend told us you fell asleep," Mom said as I came down.
"I guess I was more tired than I realized," I said, sitting down. "Did she hang around?"
"Yes, in fact," Mom said. "I'll be really honest here, Logan. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about your Lady friend. She is nice, and boy is she one pretty lady, but as a mother, I can't help but be suspicious."
"Of what?" I asked.
"Exactly. Even when you fell asleep, she just sat down next to me and kept me company until Dad came home. I don't know, she's just... I feel oddly safe around her. Do you too?" Mom asked.
I knew exactly what she meant. And I think perhaps that was why I felt so drawn to Faith. Perhaps that is what I needed.
'An older sister to protect me,'
I mused. I shrugged as I stuffed my face with corncakes. I needed my strength so that I would at least stand a tiny chance of getting Anna.
"So to conclude, I think that Faith can do you good," Mom concluded, taking the dishes and starting cleaning up. "Is she by chance the girl you asked your Dad about?" Mom asked as softly as she could.
"No!" I exclaimed. "I mean, no... She's just... nice," I replied. Faith was just extremely friendly.
Besides, a woman like her? She was simply on another level, unobtainable for someone like me, and utterly off-limits. She was too damn beautiful. I couldn't dare fathom the idea of being with a girl so exquisite. An extremely beautiful girl, one you saw in your wildest dreams. Honestly, she was like one of the elven queens and princesses from Lord of the Rings. Or perhaps one of the Maiar, like Melian.
The day went by rather slowly as the party was later tonight. I wasn't sure what I looked forward to most, the promise of meeting Faith again, or actually going to the party and talking to Anna with everything Faith had taught me.
It wasn't until I was sitting in the front yard with Barney that I heard a familiar rumble of a familiar sportscar crackle over gravel and asphalt towards me. The giant dog wagged its tail as I had just given it a bit of my porridge. I knew he wasn't supposed to eat porridge, but he had such pleading eyes, and the poor thing loved it. One spoon was surely no harm?
"Ready to party?" Faith smiled from her car window, shutting off the engine.
"Yeah," I muttered, giving the dog a smooch on the cheek, before letting him find his way back to Mr. Marsh, who was out sitting on his porch. I gave the old man a wave before heading inside.
"Wait," Faith said, making her way over to me.
"What's up?" I asked. There it was. She pulled me in for a quick hug. Yet, quick as it was, I still closed my eyes, savoring the embrace.
"Now, let's go inside," she smiled, seeing me open my eyes again.
Mom this time around was ready to greet us. She was way warmer in her greeting this time around and had no objection when Faith and I headed up to my room. It was still weird to me to have someone like Faith follow me up to my bedroom, where I had all my nerd stuff. Books, my gaming PC, my figures, and posters. It was the opposite of everything a girl would be impressed by.
She had dressed quite warmly today as well, but a bit more form-fitting. She had quite muscular, lean arms I had to say, by how her white wool sweater clung to her arms. Her thighs looked pretty powerful too, even when wearing some sort of baggy yoga pants. Even loose as the material was, her wide thighs and hips were stretching the fabric.
"So. How has your day been?" she asked, plumping down on the bed where I had fallen asleep in her arms.
"Erh. A bit boring. I've mostly been excited for the party and-" I barely managed to stop myself before spilling out too much. But Faith caught it.
"And what?" she asked daringly. I think she knew.
"And hang out with you," I muttered, glancing towards her beautiful hazel-green eyes to see her reaction. Always smiling, that one.
"That's nice," she replied, holding a hand to her heart, and closing her eyes for a brief moment. "So you want to play chess, or do you want to do something else? I was thinking I could drive you to the party. Nothing cooler than hitching a ride to a party with your older sister, eh?"
I know she was trying to play it off as being sarcastic, but to me, there was actually nothing cooler. I mean, I could only imagine people's reaction when I showed up in a brand new GTR, smoking hot woman next to me.
"That sounds pretty neat," I said. "I just hope I can remember everything you taught me."
"You just need to relax," Faith encouraged. She then patted the mattress next to her for me to sit. I eagerly hurried over. "Here, turn around," she said.
I did and sat with my back towards her. I'd much rather sit towards her so I could look at her pretty freckles and otherworldly kind eyes, but I was at her command. Suddenly, I felt her long, but strong fingers run across my shoulders. A shiver went through me, and even more so when her thumbs joined in too. Her fingers pressed down, her thumbs in. Kneading me. Then circular motions with her thumb on the nape of my neck followed by pressing said thumbs down along my spine. She kept pressing hard as if trying to crack me, to stretch me. A small groan escaped my lips, completely involuntary, followed by a few moans, but Faith paid it no mind.
Oh, how her massage made me so aware of my own body. Of every touch. Every warmth. She had this incredible heat in her fingers, in her palms as she pressed them into me, into my aching spine. All the while, her scent, this wonderful scent of rose petals, filled the atmosphere around me. If I wasn't sitting, I'd be falling into some sort of hibernation. My mind seemed to be floating in a realm between her warm touch and her wonderful odor, with only a few coherent thoughts running through my mind.
"This okay?" she whispered, as if aware of the blissful serenity she was sending me in.
"Yeah," I mumbled back.
"Feel more relaxed?" Faith whispered her mouth so much closer now, almost tickling my ear.
"Mhmm," I replied.
