The Dream Ch. 03

Jodie looked him in the eye with a startling amount of self assurance and started saying calmly, clearly, "Come on, Greg... things between us have been over for a long time now."

Before she could finish, he pushed past both of us; knocking Jodie back into me and with that, he was gone. Her shoulders slumped as she continued to rest her weight against mine and I brought my arms up around her. She shuddered as sobs racked her body.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. Honestly, I can't believe you're still here."

"I would never have left you alone with him like that. For fuck sakes, has he always been like that? It isn't right." I couldn't help but ask; I was unnerved and a little scared by his disgusting behaviour.

"Not always but more and more so lately. He has always been crazy jealous but since he lost his job in the mine a few months ago. Things have been escalating.

"I could sympathize with him being out of work if he was looking for something else, instead, all he does is drink and get angry these days. He disappears for days and loses his temper if I dare ask where he's been."

"Jeez, Jodie. I'm sorry, that sounds awful." I said faltering for words that matched the severity of her situation. I knew anything I said would fall short.

"It's not good," she admitted while turning to face me, my arms were still around her so she was held close. "But it will be. Can you pick me up after work? I will understand if you don't want to... this is all very screwed up."

"Let me stop you right there," I whispered in her ear, "I will be here. What time?"

After seeing her back inside the clinic safely, I took off to rent a room for the night. My heart was heavy with the recent events, yet I felt some relief that Logan would never behave in such a way. Oh Logan, you never asked for this, did you?

The hot wind blew the stiff, sodden air through my hair as I drove back to her office wondering when, not if, a storm was going to start. I had the top down on my bright red '67 mustang as I pulled up to side of the clinic where I had agreed to meet her. I was a few minutes early, so I took some time to fix my dark red wind blown hair. My hazel eyes shone back the gravity of my emotions from the turmoil of the last few hours. I used the few minutes I had to relax and focus on the cryptic and mysterious wailing of Arcade Fire on my stereo.

I saw her come round the corner, the wind tugging at her office appropriate attire. She lifted her head and smiled faintly but obviously relieved at my appearance.

"Holy shit! Nice car." She said hopping in the passenger side, her grin broadening.

"Thanks, it's my baby. I fixed it up myself and dad helped me repaint it." I rambled not sure what to say or furthermore where we were going.

She answered that quandary at least, "Lets just drive," she suggested.

"Ok. You know... that sounds perfect after a day like this." I agreed.

We cruised the downtown until I found an off ramp to circle drive. She leaned back in her seat, eyes closed listening to my mix of indie favourites. There was no need to fill the air with the useless sounds of baseless chatter. After some time, she said, "I'm hungry. Perhaps we should find a place to eat. Sorry, I won't be able to change... I can't go home now."

"I like the way you're dressed, very office chic," I said with a half smile.

"Why thank you," she stated, straightening in her seat in an effort to present herself better. As if that was needed; she was absolutely stunning.

I continued, "Hmmm... if anything I feel a bit underdressed. Maybe I should stop at my hotel room and change?"

"Absolutely not necessary, you're beautiful, if anything, I could stand to have you a little more undressed," she suggested one eyebrow raised, then continued, "Sorry, I never even asked before, where are you from? Why do you always have to get a hotel room?"

"Oh, I'm from Brightmore, about an hour away."

"I know it. An oilfield town. Is that what you do? Work in the oilfield?"

"Not directly, I'm an apprentice mechanic but I'd be a fool to suggest my job isn't directly influenced by it. Everything is in Brightmore."

We found a somewhat quiet pub to have our dinner. Conversation flowed easily between us as we ate. We were sipping our drinks discussing music until a lull in the conversation caused her to ask the inevitable.

"Can I ask? Its ok if you don't want to answer but why are you seeing Dr Lawrence, anyway?" She asked with trepidation, presumably knowing that on a professional level she shouldn't be asking.

I laughed partially due to my discomfort, but also because considering all that was going on in her life; my problems seemed minor at best. "It's ok, I don't mind talking about it, honestly it's kind of because of us."

Her inquisitive face changed rapidly to one of some concern.

"No, sorry, I just meant... it's because I didn't know how to deal with my bisexuality... then I met you and well... let's just say everything seems a lot better." I answered. After that, the words just flowed forth as I explained Logan, the dream and everything else up until this point.

"So... you have a boyfriend..." she started seemingly unable to move past that point.

"Yes, but I don't think for much longer."

"Ok, let's just leave it there for now. My brain cannot handle anymore drama."

"Fair enough. Shall we go?"

"Yeah, I know a place, can you drive?"

"Sure, I just need to go to the bathroom first."

Heading to the bathroom; elation hit me. I couldn't believe how this mixed-up mess of a day had been salvaged by two people just wanting to spend some time together. What was happening between us? It felt so natural, whatever it was.

Once I exited the bathroom stall, I saw her. She was facing me... waiting for me. Her lips turned up in a smirk as Jodie moved towards me. Her lips were on mine suddenly. Our hands moving frantically with need over each others' bodies.

I broke the kiss briefly to close the door behind us and her mouth moved to my neck and collarbone as I whispered, "We are doing this, now." Not a question but a statement of my wanton desire. My desperate need to have her as close as possible. Our every word up now had been a form of foreplay moving towards this moment.

"Yes..." she sighed acquiescing to me.

I pushed her against the wall more forcefully than intended or perhaps not, perhaps just as forceful as the situation required. I pulled her office blouse roughly from its restraints within her black slacks. Her breasts I wanted bare to me, but I was careful not to rip her blouse as I had her shirt in the park a mere week ago. I undid every button as carefully as possible in my state of rampant desire.

Her lips continued to move down my neck as she gave me leave to expose herself to me. In what seemed an impossibly long time I finally had her bared to me and I stepped back to take in her beauty.

"Stop, I want to see you." I declared, the depth of my meaning drenching my every word. "You are so beautiful."

Her hair was down, falling about her face like silky waves of electric copper fine wire. Her green eyes blazed with a passion I knew was mirrored by my own. Her red lips were slack with desire as she breathed deeply, allowing me the time I requested to take in the gorgeous sight of her half naked.

Unable to contain myself further, I pushed my body to hers and let my hands fall to her delectable tight ass. Using my body, I held her to the wooden wall of the stall. Our lips met in fury and angst that could only be brought on by deeply rooted need. All thought left me except for the desire and tantalizing feel of her soft red lips against mine.

Her legs wrapped around my hips freeing my hands to roam over her sensual body. Hips thrusting against each others', she gasped as I pushed her office appropriate full bra up and over her ample tits. Unable to help myself I broke our kiss to gaze down and take in their glory. The bra was obstructing my view, so I quickly dispatched it with one hand behind her back.

"You like them, don't you?" She said reading the raw lust in my face. Then she shimmied her upper body causing her vulva to rock satisfyingly against my own.

Her tits shook and I growled primevally, "That's not all I like..." and I dropped her feet to the floor delicately, careful not to upset her balance.

I unbuttoned her pinstriped office pants and pushed them over her hips letting them drop like a sheet of silk to the floor. I kissed her briefly, diving my hands into her hair then grasping and turning her head until our lips broke contact and she was now facing the wall. While dropping to my knees, I ran my hands from her shoulders down her ass. My fingers crooked, I used them to hook the edges of her not so office appropriate thong and pulled it down. Using my tongue, I traced a line from the under curve of her ass to her hip bone. Then repeated the process on the opposite cheek as I felt her flesh tremble beneath my touch. Reaching my hands out, I pulled her hips toward me while shuffling back until her arms were stretched before her, bracing her weight on wall with her head down and ass up. From this angle, I was able to taste her from behind in her prone position. My tongue probed out in search of her clit. She tasted intoxicatingly good as my tongue slid between her folds until I found the hard nub enclosed within.

She groaned out loud as I swirled, licked and sucked until I felt her tense beneath my administrations. Her breathing was fast and shallow as I slipped two fingers inside and moved them to the tempo of her now thrusting hips. Soon, she was taking the lead and I was just holding my fingers there as she pushed her ass back into my face; fucking herself wildly with abandon. She was becoming quite vocal and I hoped they couldn't hear us in the dining room, but at the same time; I couldn't have cared less. With a violent thrust backwards she cried out while her climax took her over. I felt a gush of her sweet cum hit my mouth and I licked it up greedily.

Slumping forward she rested her forehead against her now folded arms braced on the wall, her breath was escaping in harsh gasps as she recovered. After standing up, I gently turned her to me and held her in my arms while she continued to pant. I kissed her sweet full lips tenderly, relishing the feeling of her softness against my own. She responded in kind to my kiss, pleasantly darting her tongue out to taste my lips and her own flavour upon them.

Breaking our embrace, I whispered in her ear, "We should probably go... you weren't exactly discrete."

"Oh? And whose fault is that?" she questioned wryly, her lip curling up at one side.

"We will have plenty of time to assign blame later. Let's get out of here." I replied with a laugh.

With that I grasped her hand and held it as we walked out together through the dining room. Most of the patrons were staring studiously down at their plates or lost in conversation with their company as we moved past them. I had just come to the conclusion that we hadn't been heard at all, when I noticed a blonde woman with a red flushed face looking embarrassed as she stole glances while we passed by. Not being able to help myself, I winked in her direction and she looked away immediately. She must have tried to use the washroom while we were going at it, I concluded unable to stop a smile from forming on my lips.

Once we made our exit, we both burst out laughing and Jodie asked, "Um, did you see the blonde girl?"

"The poor thing dying of embarrassment in there?" I asked, then divulged mischievously, "I winked at her when I passed."

I thought Jodie was going to die laughing, "Oh my God, Jamie. So did I." And then we both almost died laughing together.

The air was thick and heavy with a smothering heat that normally should have dissipated by this time of night. Moving in quickly from the west there appeared to be a massive stormfront threatening to envelop the city. We jumped in the car and I opted, under the warning of rain, to leave the top up. I squealed out of the parking lot in an attempt to impress Jodie, but also because old habits die hard.

"I know a place we can go talk if you like," Jodie suggested, "Just take that exit right there; it's a few kilometers down that way.

Upon arrival, I was pleased to see she had directed us to a well-secluded picnic area that overlooked the river. The city lights surrounded its banks making it appear dark and mysterious by contrast. I put some music on, then opened some windows to allow us to hear it from the picnic table where we were seated to look out over the river and talk.

I hesitated briefly but started by broaching the subject of the giant elephant in the room. "I should mention... even though I don't really want to overstep my bounds. What happened back there with Greg, the way he spoke to you, his threatening nature and worse, Jodie, the way he gripped your arms..." I pulled her blouse sleeve up to look for what I already knew was there. Bruises; some old and some that were very fresh, likely from this afternoon. I continued, "That is wrong, of which I'm sure you already know."

"I do." she muttered ashamed.

I gently lowered her sleeve and put my hand on her cheek, cupping her chin, "No, no you did nothing wrong. These things happen slowly over time. You never deserved it and I'm just so sorry that this happened to you."

She looked uncomfortable for a moment and then smiled, "You know... I blamed you for years..."

I gave her a bit of exasperated look but ended up giggling a bit at her joke. It was funny even if I was trying to be serious, besides it was remarkably similar to how I would react.

"You can't go home tonight." I said firmly, trying to return some gravity to the situation.

"I need to, I can't just let him take over my apartment or my life... not anymore, Jamie.

"It's too dangerous, he could hurt you. Listen, I know I don't know him as well as you do, of course, but he scared me a bit. He seems... unhinged."

"Yeah, he is no longer someone I recognize, especially once he loses his temper but, he won't be home. He will be out getting drunk and carousing with his loser friends. I guarantee it." She paused taking out her phone and bringing up Facebook. "See here he is... 'Greg is drinking at the Taphouse'."

"He could come home."

"It's not his home; I'll tell the doorman not to let him in and I'll chain the door. I promise it will be ok."

I made one last effort, "Just stay with me, Jodie, and we can tackle this tomorrow... together. I'll come with you, safety in numbers and all that."

"I need to go home. I work tomorrow and this fucker has ruled my life for too long. I just want my own bed." She started to get animated with fire in her eyes, "Besides I've already dragged you into this mess enough already. Listen, I know we have a connection but, in all reality, we are practical strangers. I need you to let this go."

I lowered my head feeling scared and admonished all at once. "Ok, but let the record show I was against this."

"Duly noted."

Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting our faces briefly and suddenly, as the encroaching storm made itself known. We both smiled as our hair was thrown back by a stiff gust of cool wind blowing off the thunderheads above. A roll of thunder boomed, and rain began to pour as the clouds opened up overhead.

"Oh shit!" I yelled rushing for the vehicle to close the windows.

I quickly rolled them up and turned to find Jodie. She was standing on the bluff overlooking the river. It was utterly pouring down and she was soaked already. Her white work blouse was drenched and see-through against her skin. My heart thudded a little harder in my chest while I gazed at her: a goddess standing tall against the violence of the storm. I went to her and stood beside her to face the oncoming storm while the rain pelted us. My hand reached for hers and we stood there in silence as the world raged. The sound of the thunder was growing closer and closer with each appearance of lightning.

We should have retreated to the car, but I knew neither one of us wanted to submit so I stayed put with her hand clasped in mine. Eventually after some time she turned to me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I could taste the fresh rain on her lips as it continued to pour down on us. We clung to one another as our kiss deepened; our passion matching the storm as we bit and sucked at each others' lips. Her tongue thrust forcefully into my mouth and I battled it with my own.

She fastened her hands firmly to each side of my head; holding my face to hers while my hands roamed her soaking wet body. Never staying one place for long, I wanted to feel her all at once, my hands moved quickly to her breasts where they rubbed up from underneath to squeeze with my whole hand while my forefinger and thumb came together to tweak her nipple. From there, I ran them down her flat stomach past her hips to cup her round ass; squeezing and groping all along the way. Her hands left my head and soon we were both grasping and pawing at each other in unsynchronized wild passion.

Next thing I knew, she was pushing me backwards towards the table. I fell on top of it with her falling on top of me, pinning me down. Our lips were still locked in assault against each other. She reached down and unbuttoned my pants expertly, sliding her hand down inside and past my underwear. She wasted no time thrusting her fingers inside me while her thumb homed in on my clit. She began moving fast and hard right away and my hips moved autonomously to her rhythm. It felt so good and so raw. I wouldn't take long to come if she kept up this pace and she did.

"Fuck me, oh my God, fuck me harder!" I yelled out, my head thrown back from hers while she continued her oral assault on my throat and increased her pace pounding with three fingers inside me and her thumb thrusting against my swollen nub.

My back arched and I screamed my climax out into the abyss of the storm where it was swiftly swallowed up by a loud bang of thunder. The heavens ripping crack was followed by a hollow earth-shaking boom which indicated the storm was almost directly overhead. We needed to get into the car for our safety. There was no time to recover, so I just grasped her hand in mine and yelled, "We need to go... the storm is getting too close!"

I drove her home in silence; I had plenty to say but she didn't want to listen, and I felt I needed to respect that. As I dropped her off, I suggested that I should come in, but she said that would only escalate things if he heard I had been there. I couldn't help but agree and she promised, "I'll be safe... I'm going straight to the doorman. Once he knows not to let Greg in, I'll go upstairs, chain the door and put a chair under it."

"Alright, since there's nothing I can say to stop you, I won't, but I just want you to know that I really care for you. I know we haven't known each other long and that our lives are both beyond fucked up at the moment. But it's just sometimes, I think I focus too much on what I should feel that I don't really know how I do feel. Does that make sense? But with you... I know exactly how I feel, despite everything telling me I shouldn't. I know that it's too soon; that I can't possibly know you well enough yet to... to feel this way. Anyway, please... just take care of yourself; I need you to."

Her eyes had moistened over, and she nodded once in answer. So, I gave her a quick kiss and she was gone, her soaked clothes clinging to her as she walked away.

The next morning, I awoke woefully and painfully alone. My first thought was to wonder if she was ok. I texted her quickly and waited impatiently for her response. Every minute that passed without reply made my stomach clench with worry. I tried to tell myself that this was all just irrational panic. She was probably just getting ready for work. Needing to get on the road myself, I roused myself from bed and headed into the bathroom. After a lengthy shower I had forced myself to take, in hopes that if I took long enough, I'd have a text message waiting for me. Yet, when I checked my phone there wasn't anything. My stomach sunk further still.