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'2 years previously'
I came back to see him everyday that week. We sat on the same bench and talked about trivial things. I always worried he'd get bored of listening to me complain about the teenage problems he had already been through and might not want to look back on.
"I'll listen to whatever you have to say. When your finished pouring out your negative emotions you'll be happy, and that's what I want to see." Jack told me.
I smiled, fighting that crimsom creep across my cheeks. It came to my attention that people passing proberly thought we were father and son. It made me strangely sad, because I didn't want people to think that...I wanted...well what did I want? We were just friends Jack and I. Wasn't it better that people thought we were closer bonded? Family even?
No. Because family lovers are incestuous. And I wanted so baddly to be with this older man that I would sometimes cry at night, knowing it could never come true. Whatever reason he had taken interest in me, it was proberly because he felt sorry for me. Most likely he had been kidding about fancying me.
Insecure was the only way to describe me, but I will never forget the first time he held my hand. I sat there shocked and embaressed as his large strong hands with the hauntingly long fingers held mine so tenderly. A tingle ran up that arm and all the way through me. I grinned like the silly love-struck teen I was. Jack smiled back.
I woke up and imidiately remembered the nights events with a fresh wave of humiliation coupled with the feeling of not being good enough for Jack washing over me. I turned my head to see Jack with one arm hanging over the side of bed as he lay on his stomach. I chuckled, he moved alot in his sleep. This wasn't the first time we'd slept in the same bed, just the first time naked.
I got up slowy, trying not to move the bedsprings very much in hopes that he wouldn't wake. Jack slumbered on and I sighed inwardly with relief. Pulling on a pair of boxers from the drawer and my dressing gown for extra warm I thought of making him breakfast in bed. I'm a terrible cook so...cereal and milk it is!
'2 years previously'
I came back to see him everyday that week. We sat on the same bench and talked about trivial things. I always worried he'd get bored of listening to me complain about the teenage problems he had already been through and might not want to look back on.
"I'll listen to whatever you have to say. When your finished pouring out your negative emotions you'll be happy, and that's what I want to see." Jack told me.
I smiled, fighting that crimsom creep across my cheeks. It came to my attention that people passing proberly thought we were father and son. It made me strangely sad, because I didn't want people to think that...I wanted...well what did I want? We were just friends Jack and I. Wasn't it better that people thought we were closer bonded? Family even?
No. Because family lovers are incestuous. And I wanted so baddly to be with this older man that I would sometimes cry at night, knowing it could never come true. Whatever reason he had taken interest in me, it was proberly because he felt sorry for me. Most likely he had been kidding about fancying me.
Insecure was the only way to describe me, but I will never forget the first time he held my hand. I sat there shocked and embaressed as his large strong hands with the hauntingly long fingers held mine so tenderly. A tingle ran up that arm and all the way through me. I grinned like the silly love-struck teen I was. Jack smiled back.
I woke up and imidiately remembered the nights events with a fresh wave of humiliation coupled with the feeling of not being good enough for Jack washing over me. I turned my head to see Jack with one arm hanging over the side of bed as he lay on his stomach. I chuckled, he moved alot in his sleep. This wasn't the first time we'd slept in the same bed, just the first time naked.
I got up slowy, trying not to move the bedsprings very much in hopes that he wouldn't wake. Jack slumbered on and I sighed inwardly with relief. Pulling on a pair of boxers from the drawer and my dressing gown for extra warm I thought of making him breakfast in bed. I'm a terrible cook so...cereal and milk it is!
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