Brian and Maeve

I walked back to the house, taking my time. I knew It was going to be tough but I had to do it. When I got there, I saw her out by the front of the house. 'Oh! There you are.'

'Yeah. I Decided to go for a jog. Needed to think about stuff and I couldn't do it here.'

'Oh. Well, okay. Hey, do you have plans tonight?'

Crap. 'Not really, why?'

'Well, you were nice enough to go with me to, what was it you called it? The "penguin party"? I thought I'd make dinner tonight. You know, as a thank you. See you around seven?'

Seven. The hour of truth. I spent most of the rest of the day, gathering my things and making sure the basement was in good order. I fully expected to be out of the house, either willingly or not.

I dressed in nice but casual clothes and went upstairs. Saw her in the kitchen in a frilled, pale blue blouse and a deep black skirt that fell right above her knees. Her hair was up in a tight, think pony tail and she looked amazing. I just stood there for a moment, looking at her, trying desperately to replace the images in my mind with this one and failing.

Finally I said 'Knock, knock.'

She looked up from her cooking and said 'oh good! You're here. It's just about ready. Please, sit.'

I sat at the large table quietly. I didn't trust myself to say anything.

She got plates and silverware out, all the while talking about her day and the things she'd done to prepare. I barely listened. 'Brian?'

I snapped to and said 'Yeah, sorry.'

'You seem distracted. Are you alright?'

'Honestly, I don't know. There's something I wanted to talk to you about but I'm not sure how.'

'Oh,' she said nervously. 'Did I do something wrong?'

'No,' I replied quickly. 'It's about this place. I just... don't know if I can stay here.'

'Don't you like it? I was sure you'd like it here.' She sat down in the chair beside me with a plop, a sad expression on her face.

'No, it's not that. The house is beautiful. More that I could have hoped for.'

'Then what?'

I sighed and said 'Remember when I came here? You said your parents weren't crazy about me being here and that you told them I was okay.'

'Yeah.'

'Well...' I had to tell her. I couldn't bear it anymore. 'I've been... Having this problem.'

'With me?'

'Well, sort of. See, how can I say this? Guys... well... are... guys brains are... Shit.' I got up from the table and began pacing around the room, angry at myself.

'What's the matter Brian?' She stood and followed me. 'Tell me and I'm sure it'll be better.'

'That's the problem, Maeve. I can't. I want to, I do! All I can tell you is that it's about me and not you and I don't know what to do and... fuck it.'

I turned and grabbed her hands and pulled her into me and kissed her full on the lips. Hungrily, I grabbed at her, desperately trying to get her closer but then I guess I realized what I'd done and, hurredly, I separated from her, swearing. 'Damn it! I'm sorry. I didn't mean...' I turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. 'FUCK! I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad. I've got all my things...'

The next thing I knew, she was in my arms, kissing me as passionately as I had her.

'Brian,' she sighed once she had let go. 'Wait here. Don't move.'

My head spun and swam. I went over to the kitchen and turned down the food so it wouldn't burn. It was only a minute or so later when I heard her call my name again. When I turned I could not believe what I saw. She was standing at the end of the hallway, nude. Her coppery hair cascaded down onto her shoulders; her magnificent breasts, nipples starting to rise; her flat stomach and bare crevice that I could already smell. She stood there, every bit as beautiful as what I'd envisioned. All I could do was stare. Finally I just said 'Maeve?'

She stood there, held her hand out to me and just said 'please?'





Epilogue

The professor tapped me lightly on the shoulder as I was working on the assignment. 'I need to talk to you after class.' I nodded at him, wondering what the issue could be.

Once class had ended, I went to his desk and said 'You said you needed to see me?'

He held up a sheath of papers that I recognized as our last assignment 'I don't know what to do with... this.'

'What do you mean? You said to write something that was wholly ours and that we identified with and I did that.'

'But... this. This is just... To be blunt it's ribald at best and pornographic at worst. What made you write this?'

'I... What can I say? It's mine. I identify with the characters. Brian is intelligent but sometimes misses the obvious. Maeve is completely ignorant of her beauty. At least at first. Dennis and Rachel finally move into the next stages of their relationship. It's all me.'

'Hmmm... Well, I was planning on displaying a few of the classes pieces but I can't display this.'

'That's okay,' I told him. 'That's not why I wrote it.'



Authors note:

This is my first real story and, for that reason alone, I am proud of it. I know it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea, but that's okay. To borrow a phrase 'there is now a thing where there wasn't a thing before.' I had several seemingly conflicting ideas when I started and it took several tries to find a way to reconcile them into a single story. As the author I ask the reader the following questions and ask you to think about how different answers might change the story:

Are the visions real? If so, are they the visions of Brian, Maeve, the Author or someone else?

If they're not 'real', what are they?

What if the visions ARE the 'True Reality' and all the other stuff is the 'vision'?

How, if at all, did the Epilogue change your idea of what the story was?

Who is the Author? Is it Brian, Maeve or someone else?

Finally, since this is my first real story, I ask that if you comment and liked this story, be specific on what you liked and, if not, be constructive in your criticisms.

Brian and Maeve are somewhat based on the relationship I have with my lovely wife. We talk and joke with each other in much the same way they do, although we look nothing like they do. I did successfully upgrade from friend to girlfriend, and ultimately to wife, and am incredibly happy about that.

Oh, and as far as I could determine, 'Maeve' means 'bewitching woman'. Make of that what you will.

Be well.