Chapter 10-Jack
“Please, please…oh yes…yes, Jack…yes…”
She is naked on my bed and arching her back while I make love to her with my fingers, lips, and tongue. Her long wavy hair is fanned out around her on the pillow. She has the most perfect body. Her chest rises with every breath while her lower half writhes in ecstasy. The skin on the inside of her thighs is as smooth as silk as I grip her to keep her still.
“Please, Jack, don’t stop.”
I bend back down to taste her again and it causes her to moan deeply. Her moans are driving me crazy.
There’s a ringing. What the hell is ringing?
I spring up in bed and the hard-on I am blessed with causes me to slump sideways to relieve the pressure. I reach for my phone with one hand when I realize it’s ringing and grip my dick with the other. It’s only six am.
Fuck it’s early…too early.
Damn it, I’m gonna kill that fucker.
“Hunter, why are you calling me?”
“Is Rachel with you? Amanda is still here. She is trying to reach her, but she isn’t answering her phone.”
Oh crap… Rachel.
“Um, no, I got her a cab last night. I’m sorry I was supposed to let Amanda know.” Damn it, I totally forgot.
“Oh, ok. I’ll tell her.”
“Hey Hunt, can you call me once Amanda leaves?”
I don’t want to run into her and I need coffee I need to make a gallon of coffee the minute she is out of here.
I lay down and close my eyes so I can replay the dream I just had. So Miss Leila Marino paid me another visit last night. I’ve had plenty of erotic dreams over the years, but this one seemed so real.
I would have had a very happy ending, instead of sporting uncomfortable morning wood if I wasn’t so rudely interrupted.
There is a knock at my door, and Hunter strolls in.
“Fuck! What the hell dude? I could have been jerking off or something. I said to call me, not barge in.” I have no fucking privacy.
He shrugs and ignores me. “Mandi is gone.”
“Mandi? Already on a nick- name basis? I guess things went well?”
“Yeah, real well.” He grins. “I like her. We talked and talked.”
“Talked and talked? And?”
“Talked and talked. We made out, felt each other up, but mostly talked.”
I gawk at him like he grew another head. “You’re shitting me? You finally get a girl up to the roof, and you talk? I endured Rachel and stopped her from interrupting you two last night for nothing?” I can’t believe this guy. I know he isn’t gay. He is either a hopeless romantic, or a total schmuck.
“We had a real nice time together. She didn’t push it further and neither did I. It’s kind of a test. No way should you marry a girl who fucks you on the first date.” He says this like he has just revealed a trade secret.
“So now you are marrying her?” Throwing up my hands I give him an exasperated look. “Well I hope you are very happy together.” Hunter rolls his eyes and leaves my room. The only good thing about our conversation is that it has effectively killed my hard-on.
By the time I get to the kitchen, Hunter is banging cabinets noisily looking for a bowl for his fucking Fruit Loops.
“Jeez, dude. Could you be any louder?”
“What crawled up your ass?”
For some reason watching him standing at the sink, eating his juvenile cereal annoys the shit out of me.
“Nothing crawled up my ass. I’m just annoyed that you woke me up.” He gives me a look that says he clearly isn’t buying my excuse.
He’s right. I’ve been in a crappy mood lately. I forget Hunter and embrace memories of my dream that provokes a desperate desire to see Leila. Maybe I can convince Hunter to go to Hoboken and see them play? We need to invite her to the party so it would be like killing two birds with one stone. I have wanted to see her band in action, anyway. This would solve that, too.
There are a few minutes of silence as he stares into his bowl and noisily eats his stupid Fruit Loops while I’m drinking my coffee and scheme a plan to see Leila.
Ok, here goes.
“So, I wanted to go out to Hoboken and check out Leila’s band. I want to see her perform on stage and all. Want to come?” I try to sound very nonchalant.
He stops eating and looks at me. “When?”
“Tonight. I thought we could also tell her about the party when we are there. We have nothing else to do. Consider it research.”
This sounds pathetic.
“I guess. Do you think her band would be upset with us showing up like that?”
“Who gives a crap? We are there to see our new back-up singer working. Screw her band.” The truth is that I am more worried about Leila’s reaction to us just showing up.
Hunter shrugs and says, “Fine. You’re driving though. If I have to go to Jersey, I plan on getting shit-faced.”
I can handle that. Feeling optimistic for the first time in days, I decide to try and fall back into dream I was enjoying so much earlier. “I’m going back to bed, stay out of my room.”
“Sweet dreams.” He responds, smirking annoyingly.
The dickhead is onto me.