If you have been patiently waiting for Chapter 4, the wait is over. I am happy to release this chapter to you, though I'm nervous about it. This chapter involves hypnotism and guided sexual experience, so if you find that type of thing offensive - you don't have to read this. I, however and pleased with it and hope you will be too. I apologize for my wordy writing style, I'm trying to improve. I have absolutely no E.T.A for Chapter 5, but I hope it's soon. Thanks for reading!
----------------------
My eyes opened as the rain danced on the windows. The phone rang down the hall a moment later. I heard a beep and Jack's voice said, "Hello".
I knew who it was, but I didn't want to talk to him. I sat up in bed, my thoughts disjointed. I yawned deeply and looked towards the window. The morning light filtered through the window. My summer dress hung on a hanger and the light shone through, casting lacy patterns on the bedspread. It had come clean, thankfully. No black marks were to be seen.
There was a knock at the door and seeing Jack in the doorway reminded me of the dream. My cheeks grew warm.
"It's Bryan," Jack said, his lips pursing.
"I don't want to talk to him. Tell him to fuck off." I clamped my hand over my mouth. I tried not to use foul language in front of his parents.
Jack chuckled and then said into the phone, "She doesn't want to talk." Bryan's voice was sarcastic, but unintelligible. "Well she actually said 'fuck off' b-" I almost forgot my anger at those words. Something about the way Jack said them made the whole thing hilarious. Bryan said something quietly over the receiver. Jack looked back at me.
"He says he's sorry and he wants to talk things over." Jack waited for an answer from me. I could smell bacon in the air. It was evident Jack had cooked breakfast for both of us and I wasn't about to leave him alone after he'd been so great to me. But I would have to leave eventually. I couldn't stay at my in-laws' house forever. I couldn't hide from the problems between Bryan and I, even if facing them was painful. I breathed deep.
"Tell him I'll meet him for lunch," I said, running my fingers through my hair. My lids felt suddenly weighted and I knew if I didn't get up now, I might drift off to sleep again. I heard Jack negotiate a place quickly as he walked down the hall. It hardly mattered to me where the meeting would take place, it was the content of our argument that worried me.
I wandered to the window and lifted the hanger from the curtain-rod. If it were possible, the dress' material was even softer than before. I laid the dress over the rumpled bed and slid the pajamas off with ease. Exposed to the cool air of the room, my skin reacted in its natural fashion. My nakedness was a sudden reminder of the dream I'd had last night… and the unbelievably hot sex I'd had in it.
Though,
I thought as my face twisted with disappointment,
the dream hadn't had a proper resolution.
I straightened my dress in the bathroom mirror and lifted Katherine's hairbrush from the organizer on the counter-top. As I brushed my long black hair into submission, I remembered the care with which Jack had comforted me once I'd woken up. I'd told him I had a nightmare and he believed me… at least I hoped he did. I'd cried so hard, tears of anger, sadness, and pure desire. For the better part of an hour, I'd shaken in Jack's arms, soaking the shoulder of his housecoat. And he'd borne it all without a complaint. It'd taken a few minutes to fall asleep but I finally sank into a coma-like sleep. Now my eyes were swollen and I couldn't decide why I'd dreamt what I had.
I cleaned the brush and put it back in the organizer. I looked into my own eyes and grounded my feet against the floor. The truth was, it was the intimacy I wanted, not the man. And while Jack was attentive, attractive, and caring… so was Bryan. The fact that their mannerisms, looks, and even their smells were so similar must have been the replacement of Bryan with Jack in my dream. There was no other explanation. I sighed, my cheeks flushing. Then again, the actions of my dream-man were nothing like Bryan's.
"No," I told myself. "This wasn't a fantasy." My adamant words were wasted on the emptiness of the bathroom. I took a deep breath and smelled bacon. I smiled.
Breakfast time.
My stomach was growling, probably from all the energy spent on having the dream. I felt just like a little girl sitting at the table. The tall barstool kept my bare feet from touching the floor. Already waiting for me was a tall glass of orange juice. Jack set my plate in front of me. Along with the fragrant bacon was a healthy portion of eggs, a pile of glistening, fresh fruit, and, tucked on the edge of the plate, a buttered English muffin. I drooled and, unabashedly, began forking food into my mouth.
"The mechanic shop said they'd have your tire put on in about an hour. That gives us some time to eat before we get going." He sat down in front of me with his plate.
"That's great," I said, my mouth full. A rogue cloud of egg fell from my lip to the plate. He lifted a questioning eyebrow. I just chuckled stupidly.
"Hungry?" He smiled his daddy smile.
"Yeah. I guess so." I wiped my mouth and sat up properly in my chair. I dabbed my mouth with a napkin.
"So, are you ready to talk about what happened?" At his words I swallowed the remnants of my last bite. I didn't guess he was going to let up until I told him what happened.
"Last night, I came home and Bryan was…" I stopped, trying to phrase the scenario politely and cleanly. "He was masturbating," I said, sounding like a newscaster.
"Hm… masturbating." Jack studied me, making me nervous. He waited for me to elaborate and when nothing came, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "So he was masturbating. What else?"
"Nothing else. Well, he was watching porn while he was doing it."
"Porn," the word sounded foreign on his lips as he repeated it back to me.
"Mm hm." I nodded.
"And this made you upset?" He lifted his orange juice and took a sip. For a second I was surprised.
"Well… yes." My face grew hot. Maybe his dad wouldn't sympathize with me on this.
"Why did it make you upset? Masturbating is normal. You masturbate don't you?" I thought my head would explode. Immediately my pussy was aching. A little slutty voice in the back of my head, one that often spoke when I was unfulfilled whispered, "
Tell him all your dirty secrets."
"No," I said aloud to the voice.
"No?" he said. Both of his eyebrows ascended his forehead in puzzlement.
"I mean, yes. But-" I stopped. The cogs in my brain were beginning to smoke.
"But what?" he asked after a few moments.
"I don't watch porn. I only watch it to learn and it doesn't usually turn me on. When I masturbate, it's because Bryan's not there. He was doing it just to get off, not because he wanted me and I couldn't be there. He could have waited until I got home, but he didn't!" My thoughts had tumbled out carelessly, in a long stream of words, barely separated by breath. I felt tears clouding my eyes. I made a concerted effort to suck them into my sinuses. Another deep breath gave me the strength to open my eyes and study my audience. His lips were pursed, as if he was trying to say something as delicately as possible.
"I can see why you're upset. But you have to think of things from his perspective. Maybe there's something he needs," Jack said in a negotiatory tone of voice.
"Something he needs? Why doesn't he just ask? I've asked him if he has any needs. I've told him that he can tell me anything." I remembered just a few nights before when he'd labeled me, 'a comfortable pair of socks'.
"That's a question for him. But, maybe he's just not ready to tell you." My mouth clamped shut as that thought soaked into my addled brain. My eyes dropped to Jack's plate which was mostly empty. My vision blurred as I thought. I was silent.
"Anyway, I don't think I'm the right person to ask about Bryan's mindset." Jack scooped up a forkful of eggs. "I don't understand why he doesn't wise up. You're a beautiful, talented, and captivating young woman. There's no reason why he shouldn't take advantage of his luck." He smiled at me and our eyes met. There was warmth in his eyes that reassured and disarmed me all at once… just like the night before. The phone rang. Jack swallowed and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
I took the last bite of bacon on my plate and took it to the kitchen. Maybe Jack was right. Maybe Bryan wasn't ready to tell me what he wanted. But how to convince him to do it? I scraped my plate and rinsed it before leaving it in the sink. Behind me Jack spoke quickly to someone.
"Thank you," he said. The phone beeped off. "The mechanic said your car is ready."
"Okay," I said, my eyes still glazed over with deep thought. I hardly noticed Jack approach me. His hands settled on my shoulders as they often had the past few days in order to ground me, to help me be still.
"There are two possibilities, little Eve." My eyes refocused on his blue ones. I was suddenly aware of our proximity and the warmth of his hands on my skin. My lips plumped as I smelled the richness of coffee on his breath. Without permission, my mind wandered to dark thoughts… how it might feel to be kissed by those lips. Lips so full of understanding and wisdom. My fingers twitched as I imagined intertwining them in his hair. I felt my lids grow heavy.
It's just the dream talking, Eve.
I thought to myself.
You don't want him. You want Bryan.
"…or he won't and there's nothing you can do about it." I drifted back into reality as his sentence tapered to a finish. I hadn't heard his heart-felt reassurance. I'd been too preoccupied with daydreaming.
