Foolish Wisdom
35 Dreams
FRIDAY WAS A LONG DAY. Hannah came for breakfast after she finished her route and cuddled with me in the big chair when Mom and Dad went to work. I’m pretty sure we dozed off for a while, but we didn’t make a move to go to bed.
“We were pretty naughty this week, weren’t we,” Hannah whispered in my ear. A shiver and gooseflesh went down my whole right side. “We teased you.”
“You organized all this, didn’t you?” I sighed. “I thought Jennifer and Courtney said they didn’t want me to do what they’re doing.”
“Don’t worry. It was temporary. You’ll understand soon.”
“Hannah? Would you just stay here and hold me like this for the rest of the day? I feel so peaceful and calm when you hold me.”
“Maybe your head does,” she laughed, wiggling her butt against me. “I don’t think everything is peaceful and calm yet. I can probably only stand another hour or two with that poking me down there. Remember. Just be patient and don’t do anything yet today. You only have two girlfriends to go.”
So, I was going to be teased by all my girlfriends who could get to me. Tonight, was going to be a challenge. Rose always wanted us to build to just short of our climax and then hold it there all night. We’d talk in the morning and both have our orgasms in our own rooms. I wondered how that was going to work. Maybe there would be no morning phone call and I’d be working out with Whitney Saturday morning with my cock leading all my moves.
“Take me parking where you took me after my birthday,” Rose whispered in my ear. We’d gone skating and held each other close all evening, but even stopping to have a hot dog and Coke, you can’t skate more than a couple hours without getting tired of it. It wasn’t even ten yet and going to park and make out with Rose was really, really appealing. We found the abandoned farm drive and since we were in the truck, it was no problem to cross the little ditch they’d cleaned out.
Rose locked her door and I locked mine.
“Can we just assume that if it is legal for two sixteen-year-olds to do then we can do it?” Rose asked. I sat up straight in my seat.
“Rose? I don’t know if you are aware of it, but Jen and Court are abstaining from orgasms until I take them to prom. That’s pretty bizarre to me, but apparently, I’m supposed to do that, too. I don’t know if I can go that far with you and not… um… come.”
“Oh, poor sweetheart. I don’t expect you to not come.”
“But…”
“Everybody lied to you, Brian. They didn’t tease you and keep you from coming all week for Jen and Court. They did it for me.”
“Rose, that’s… really devious.”
“Yes, but I knew we’d be out here making out tonight—though I didn’t think about doing it in the truck. I thought we might lay down the seats in the station wagon, but this seat is nice and big. I knew we’d be here and you’d think I was going to tease you all night and send you home hard. I knew that wasn’t going to happen, so I asked the girls to make you hard all week and not let you come so that when we get naked here in the truck—and I mean naked, Brian—and when you put your throbbing hard cock between my big breasts and slide up and down that it will be like it is when we do it on the phone. You won’t be able to contain yourself and neither will I. You’ll push your cock between my tits and start coming, splashing me in the chin and then filling my mouth with your semen. Can you do that with me, Brian?”
I might have passed out. Naked? Cock? Tits? Mouth? My legs were clamped together and I was reciting the periodic table of elements trying to not have an eruption as Rose spoke to me.
“Brian? Brian? Are you okay?”
“I love you, Rose,” I whimpered.
“I know. That’s why I want you to have… all of me. But most of all, I want you to have my boobs as a nesting place for your cock. We’ve talked about it on the phone. I want it to happen, Brian. Kiss me. Kiss me like your lover.”
The seat of the pickup is bigger than the backseat of the station wagon, but it would have been roomier with the folded down seats. Made no difference. When I kissed Rose, there was a commitment to make love in any way except penetration for the next two hours. And I’d decided that it was time to ask Mom and Dad for a new and later curfew.
Rose had dressed for the occasion and it seemed like there was just a couple quick zips to get her blouse and skirt off. She always had her breasts encased in a strong bra so they didn’t bounce so hard they hurt, but when her skirt came off, there were no panties to obstruct my view of her perfect little slit. She’d opted for a clean straight strip of hair from right at the top of her slit for about an inch and a half that was about half an inch wide. It was like an arrow pointing at the pearly gates. As soon as my shirt and pants were off, she led my hands to the front clasp on her bra and with a flick of the fingers, her incredible breasts were hanging free. She kept kissing me as she dragged my briefs down over my rock-hard cock and for the first time took it in her hands.
“Oh, God!” I cried. It was a near thing, but she dropped my cock like a hot potato and the immediate urge to come abated. It wouldn’t take long, though. I tried to catch my breath as I watched her rummage in the large purse she’d carried tonight. She could have about anything in it. In fact, she tossed a towel on the seat and pulled a small bottle out of the bag.
“The towel’s so we can clean up. One or more of us is going to be a mess soon,” she grinned. I chuckled and Rose became serious all of a sudden. “Brian, don’t struggle to hold back. I don’t expect you to last when we do this the first time. I don’t even want you to. I want you to feel it and lose yourself in the feeling. Just let it go… or come. Okay?” I nodded mutely as she poured a dab of oil on the front of her chest and rubbed it into her cleavage. Just watching that was almost enough to set me off. Wow! “Brian, may I have your explicit permission to guide your hard cock between my oily breasts and make you come?”
“Oh, Rose. I’m beyond hope. Please do.”
I was lying back on the seat, kind of propped against the door. The steering wheel was up against my left arm, but my waist was down toward the middle of the seat. My cock was sticking straight up and that seemed to be the exact position Rose wanted. She looked me in the eye as she squeezed her breasts together and hovered over my cockhead for a moment before sliding down and enveloping it in her slippery valley. She pushed down and I saw the head emerge from the top of her cleavage, then disappear again as she raised up. She was agonizingly slow in the movement, rising and descending, all the time keeping her eyes locked on mine. It took four full strokes before I knew I was beyond the edge.
“Ye-es!” I felt the jets being ripped out of my guts and felt the first splash as it ricocheted off Rose’s chin and hit her breasts and my stomach. The second shot did not escape her mouth. She just kept descending until she’d enclosed my cock between her lips and sucked my remaining come out and down her throat. I saw her hand snake back into her bag on the floor beside us and she came out with a water bottle. She took two or three good swallows.
“It doesn’t taste bad, but I wanted to have a clean mouth when I kiss you.” She slid up on top of me, rolling and wedging us between the wheel and the back of the seat. My come was smeared all over both our chests. We kissed and I rubbed her oily breasts, tweaking her nipple just a little, the way she liked. “Brian, touch me. I’m so close. I want you to explore and find out everything about me, but right now, just touch me and make me come. Please, lover.”
How could I ever refuse the plea of my lover to make her come? My hand drifted down her belly and I felt the strip of hair just above her slit. That was my cue to let my finger slide down and find her little pleasure button. While we kissed, I touched her clit, alternately pressing it and tickling it. Rose was on just as sensitive a hair-trigger as I’d been. She pulled away from my mouth and cried out unintelligibly as her hand snaked down to grasp my cock and stroke it against her belly. It didn’t stop. I kept rubbing and she kept panting and screaming until she finally clamped her legs together and started sobbing on my chest, her death grip on my cock immovable. She kept crying, sobbing, and kissing my chest over and over, finally lifting her lips to capture mine once again. We’d played the game of dreaming what it would be like over and over for months. Now we knew.
Whitney showed up at ten, just as Hannah was leaving to make her collections. I met her on the parking pad and tossed the ball to her. She rocketed it back at me with a two-handed push-pass that nearly knocked me over. Whoa! I managed to trap the ball to catch it and then dropped down to dribble toward her. She was like lightning when she snatched the ball away and dribbled around me. I turned to follow her to the basket on the layup and she slammed the ball right into my gut again.
“Whitney! What the hell is happening? Are you okay? Did I do something to make you mad?” Her lips curled and I couldn’t help but think it was a feral expression.
“It’s a new game, Brian,” she said. “It’s not just basketball anymore.”
“That’s pretty obvious. It must be something like ‘beat the hell out of Brian.’ What gives?”
“It’s called self-defense. All those exercises we’ve been doing for the past year. All that becoming a rock. All those moves that don’t make any sense in basketball. You’re going away again this summer. None of us will be around to help. You need to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been disguising it as basketball practice for months. Now you need to know it’s self-defense.”
“I’ll be with Jennifer and Courtney.”
“And how much help will they be if you get on the wrong side of a guy like the one you out-talked last summer? What are they going to do? Hike up their skirts and run through the mall yelling fire?”
“Well, that would certainly take the attention off me.”
“It’s not enough. I’ve been teaching you all year. My master has been teaching me since I was eight. It was never just a part of basketball.”
“You’ve been taking lessons for eight years?”
“I’m a master, too.”
“Why didn’t I ever know?”
“The best defense is the one the enemy doesn’t know about.”
“I’m not your enemy.”
“No. But once the cat is out of the bag, everyone knows. Be a rock!” I responded automatically to the command dropping all my energy down into my feet to connect to the ground. Whitney slammed the ball into my gut again. Yeah. I felt it. But I didn’t move. Then she dropped the ball and walked toward the barn. I followed.
“Whitney? What’s changed? Why are you bringing this out now?”
“My dad came back.”
Holy shit. Whitney and her mom had lived alone for as long as I could remember. Her mom had been seeing this guy Dave for a couple of years and we all liked him. Whitney and I’d been in school together since second or third grade, but I didn’t remember ever seeing her dad.
I reached for her. She flinched and then came into my arms. She bent her head and cried on my shoulder. We went into the barn and up to the hayloft where we sat and she cuddled into my arms and let it out.
“Do you want to talk about it? What’s going to happen?”
“It already did,” she whispered. “He’s in the hospital.”
“Why?”
“He broke into the house Thursday night. I heard Mom scream and ran into her room. He’d ripped her clothes and was hitting her. I yelled at him and he looked at me like I was some kind of fresh meat he was going to eat. When he reached for me, I broke his arm and threw him out the window. He has multiple cuts, a concussion, a broken arm and a sprained ankle as far as I know. And alcohol poisoning, but they can’t blame me for that.”
“My God, Whitney. I’m so sorry. They don’t blame you for anything, do they?”
“They say not. A child protective services person talked to me and recommended counseling. The detective said it was a clear case of self-defense, though perhaps a little extreme. The thing is it’s the first time I’ve ever used any of my training that way. I didn’t think about it at all. I just did it. I spent the day with Master Cho yesterday. I realized I’d been teaching you the moves, but I hadn’t taught you to respond. I came here today to start, and then I got all upset. I’m sorry.”
“Whitney, honey, I want to learn. I want you to teach me everything because I love you and you think it’s important. But right now, sweetheart, I just want to hold you. Just let me hold you for a while.” I’d been up since four-thirty and ‘a while’ turned out to be sleeping until nearly noon. I had a new regimen to learn.
May Day! I was in a panic. It was Sunday, the first of May, and when I went to the barn, I found Sora. She was in Gypsy’s stall, just petting the gentle horse.
“Hi, Sora! Did you want to go riding today?” I asked. She looked at me and I could see the tracks of tears in her eyes.
“Will you hold me, Brian?” she choked out. I reached out to hug her and she limped to me. Limped! I looked down and saw the cast on her foot.
“What happened, Sora?” I didn’t hesitate hugging her. I picked her up and carried her out of the stall to sit on my lap on a hay bale.
“I twisted my ankle in competition yesterday. I have a hairline fracture in the tibia.” I glanced at the ladder to the loft. That was out. I picked her up and carried her to the house. Mom met us inside the door. Sora was still crying softly against my chest.
“What is wrong?” Mom asked. She was alarmed to see me carrying a crying girl.
“Sora broke her ankle. We need a soft place to sit,” I said. I glanced toward the family room where Dad was relaxing with the newspaper in his big chair.
“Do I need to call your parents? A doctor? No. I can see you didn’t just do it. You already have a cast. Brian, can you carry her up to your bed or should I get your father to move?” Mom said in a single breath.
“I’ll take her upstairs, Mom.” I was afraid I was going to have to beg Mom, but she suggested it!
“I’ll bring you some soothing tea in a few minutes,” Mom said. Interpreted: Don’t get too comfortable. I was able to get Sora far enough onto the bed so I could lie down beside her and just hold her. She lifted her lips and kissed me gently.
“I just need to be held for a while,” she whispered. “It’s all over, Brian. I can’t compete in Nationals. So, I can’t compete in the Olympics. It’s all over.” I knew Sora was serious about her gymnastics, but she never said anything about her training or competitions. I had no idea she was really an Olympic contender. She seemed so… normal.
“There’s another Olympics in four years. We’ll all help you stay healthy and you’ll make the team then.” Sora’s snort would have done Jennifer proud. I reached for a tissue and she blew her nose as Mom came up with tea. We caught her up on what happened—a bad landing from the vault—and Mom echoed my sentiments. Sora shook her head.
“I’m seventeen,” she said as though that finalized things. I raised an eyebrow—an expression I saw reflected on my mother’s face. “I was already one of the oldest competitors. When I’m 21, maybe I’ll still be able to compete in collegiate gymnastics, but never on an Olympic team. The winners this weekend were all fourteen to sixteen years old. You only have about a three-year window to compete seriously. And now I’m out.” All I could do was hold her and give her little sips of tea.
And mourn the death of her dreams.
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