Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Twenty FiveI awoke the next morning as the sun filtered through the windows casting my room in a warm glow. I turned over in my bed to find that my night time companion was gone. I shook my head, unable to explain why he had come to my room the night before, and less able to explain why I had let him sleep with me. This was not part of the plan that Justin and I had, our plan was to treat him as we normally would by making no special exceptions for the hurt he felt or the pain that he was trying to hide. We would try to get him in touch with a counselor that could help him overcome the feelings that threatened to take over him. Justin was going to tell the rest of the guys the plan, and ask for their full cooperation and participation. That was what we had agreed upon, that was what we were going to do. Unfortunately, I had already failed, but the look in his eyes the night before when he opened my door, begged me to offer him this comfort. He laid beside me on the bed and I wrapped my arms around him. Within minutes he was sleeping, he rolled on his side and I tenderly caressed the soft skin on his back. I ran my fingers over the bare expanse of skin, feeling every ripple of his muscles, my hand raising as his chest expanded to bring in air, only to lower again when he exhaled. I spent hours observing him as he slept. He slept in peace, his breathing rhythmic, his long dark eyelashes resting on his pale face covering the beautiful blue eyes I knew hid behind his eyelids. His face was covered in a day’s growth of beard. As my body became more and more tired and I knew that I would not be able to keep my eyes open much longer, I leaned over him and gently kissed his temple. Placing my arm on his side, I cuddled next to him and drifted off to sleep. I don’t know what time he departed, he did it silently as I did not so much as stir. The only sign that he had been there at all was the indentation of the pillow that lay next to me where his head once rested.
I rose from my bed and made my way to the window. Peering out of the glass, my eyes squinted against the piercing rays of the sun. Once adjusted I could make out the image below, JC and Chris were out on the lawn, playing football. There was no one else around them, but I could see a difference in JC even from the distance that separated us. He was happy, his body moved carelessly around as he tackled Chris and he laughed heartily when Chris returned the favor and he found his own body laying on the ground. I shook my head at the site. I couldn’t understand. My thoughts were interrupted by the knocking on the door. I knew for certain who it was. I closed the blinds, took a deep breath and made my way over to the door. Stealing a quick glance in the mirror, I pulled the heavy wooden door toward me. The image I was expecting to see never materialized.
Justin was the person I thought I would see, not the housekeeper with hot steaming breakfast. I felt like I was getting room service.
"What’s this?" I asked, showing my ignorance.
"I was told to bring breakfast to your room," the lady standing beside me replied, "did you not request it?"
Confusion masked my features as I started intently at the woman and then the breakfast.
"It’s okay, I must have forgotten. Can you please set it over on the table?" I stated, trying to mask my bewilderment.
She set the breakfast down on the table as I requested and departed. I walked toward the steaming food, the smell causing my mouth to water. I lowered myself in the chair and pulled the napkin out from under the fork. As I placed the napkin on my lap, I noticed black smudges on the corner. Raising the piece of fabric, it became clear that the markings weren’t smudges but words. I smoothed the napkin out so that I could make out the writing. "B – thank you. J."