The following story is fictional, any resemblance to events or persons is unintentional.
© 2001 by Rei McCall, All rights reserved.

 

One Summer in Heaven or Hell                     by Rei McCall

 

PART FIVE: DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE, DON’T THEY?

I wasn’t sure what time it was. I had been planning to sleep through the night, but having someone nuzzle your cheek can bring anyone around pretty quickly.

There were two beautiful, green eyes hanging above me, like a pair of emerald moons shining down from the heavens. And they shone for me alone.

A strong hand was wrapped around my left shoulder, holding me through the sheet. His grip tightened just a bit as he pressed his lips to my forehead. It was soft and warm, like nothing I’d ever felt. So close, so loving… The moment he held me like that seemed longer than the entire fourteen years I’d lived thus far. Never had I ever felt so awake and so asleep all at once.

It was… magic. It was what they wrote poems about. It was what they wrote songs about. It was what had driven western art and philosophy for two hundred generations!

And that hadn’t even been on the lips. Never before in my life had I ever wanted anything more than I wanted to taste that sweet caress with my own mouth.

I simply laid there on my back for a few minutes, taking in everything around me and soaking up the heat from the larger body to my left. The bed we were in was bigger than any of the bunks, and I couldn’t see anyone else… not that I was focusing that hard on searching the darkness from my prone position. I guess counselors got their own rooms, or he’d found one. I also didn’t remember how I got here, but I could be a heavy sleeper, so I guess it wasn’t unreasonable to assume he’d just carried me. That really only left the question of why.

That wonderful hand gave my shoulder another light squeeze as his big toe tickled the top of my foot. All of a sudden, I realized I didn’t really care why, or how, or when, or anything else, really. All that could be dealt with later… much later.

"Hey, you alright?" He sounded concerned again, but more quiet and soft than he had this evening.

I nodded carefully, not wanting to break my gaze away from those green pools watching me. "Just thinking a little."

"What were you thinking about?" He placed his free hand on my bare stomach and caressed me gently. It tickled, but it was a very Nice kind of tickle. The kind of tickle that could make your eyes roll back in your head. Mine certainly did.

I intercepted his hand and turned it over. "Nothing you need to worry about right now," I replied as I began tracing abstract shapes on his palm with a fingernail.

He just grinned at me, pulling enough with his left hand to give me the hint. I rolled on top of his chest and stomach as he laid back, turning me into a sort of living blanket and him into a warm, passionate mattress that rose and fell with every breath. I could feel part of him pressing firmly against my smooth, soft thigh. If he wasn’t happy to see me, he was certainly faking it well. His hands slid down to the small of my back, making extra sure that I wouldn’t fall off and hurt myself.

Something new stole my attention from his gaze. My eyelids slowly closed as I rested one ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the cavernous winds as he filled his lungs. I could feel his vibrations shaking me with every beat. If sex was actually better than this, I think there was a good chance it would kill me. Maybe I’d find out for sure at some point tonight.

God, he was beautiful. I didn’t even have to look at him to feel that. He sounded beautiful. He felt beautiful. He smelled beautiful. I was even willing to bet he tasted beautiful. I gently lapped at the muscular flesh of his chest… Yup; he tasted beautiful. A content smile crept across my lips.

A pair of hands wandered from the small of my back to my rump and began to pull gently. The satiny material of my dark blue camisole and boxers ensured that I slid easily towards his head until we were staring eye-to-eye.

"You know, you really are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met," he said as he gently stroked my cheek.

I just leaned into his hand as much as possible. It was so soft and strong. "But… I don’t understand. How… I mean why-"

"How could I tell, right?" I was too embarrassed to anything but nod… and blush. "I think a better question is, how did you expect me not to see it? No offense, but you make a horrible boy."

I giggled a little. He gave my butt a squeeze to emphasize his point. I was a little irritated that he thought I made an incredibly bad male; I’d always thought I could fake it fairly well. Still, I didn’t quite feel like arguing.

His hand began caressing my cheek again. I turned my head a bit and sucked on the tip of his ring finger. He still tasted beautiful. With that, the remaining hand wandered gently from my ass to my inner thigh, massaging gently.

"You are such an incredible creature. I don’t understand why on earth your parents would’ve sent you here." His digits caressing my thigh felt so good I almost didn’t hear him.

"Nngh."

"Still, something just seems a little strange." His hand moved gently northward, but I didn’t care. At this point, I could barely breathe, let alone protest. And then, he caressed it through my satin boxers… It! And his hand stopped. "Oh… so you’re not just a tomboy."

And suddenly I could move again, and was doing so as quickly as I could manage, towards the corner of the bed. Something kept me from leaping off and running, though. I felt trapped on that little island in the darkness.

Angus just smiled gently. "Calm down." He sat up and put his hands out gently. "It doesn’t make any difference to me. You’re still beautiful. I don’t care what you are outside."

It sounded almost… perfect.

He cautiously reached a hand out towards me. After several minutes of staring at his unmoving limb, I extended my own, quivering arm. He wrapped his hand firmly around my fingers, but very gently. I could slip them out easily if I needed to, and he knew that.

I couldn’t think of anything more to do at that point other than bow my head. I felt humiliated, but somehow relieved. When I looked back up, he was right in front of me. I fell against his bare chest and started crying. And he held me.

"Hey, hey, It’s alright. No need for that." He began stroking my short hair. It drove home the point in my mind that I wasn’t anywhere close to complete, but his touch felt good enough to compensate for that. He pulled back a little once I’d calmed down, still keeping his arms around me. His gaze was soft… almost glowing, as he stared down at me.

He reached a hand under my chin, tenderly cocking my head upwards. My eyes drifted shut as he bent his own head closer. My right hand slid up his chest and around his neck.

This is what I had wanted all night. His feather-soft lips touched my own. And he tasted…

He tasted like cotton.

My eyes and mouth opened at the same time, and I stared at the damp spot on my pillow. I shot upright and made out as much as I could in the darkness around me. I was in the cabin, in my little bunk crammed in the corner, wearing the same T-shirt and boxers I always wore to bed.

A dream.

There are times when just being alive was enough to make me cry. This was one of them.

Well, at least there wasn’t any sudden, glaring plot hole in my life. Or what passed for my life, at least. And now I had a whole new problem on my hands. It didn’t happen very often, especially now that I was medicated, but after I dream like that, I suppose it was only natural.

I was horny.

It wouldn’t be the least bit of a problem if that dream had actually been real, obviously. It also wasn’t that big a deal before I’d started my androgen blocker, but now my moods were stronger, and if I couldn’t do something about it, I wouldn’t be getting back to sleep tonight.

I did need sleep tonight, so I resigned myself to fate. Luckily, I’d come prepared for just such an emergency. It didn’t take long to grope through my backpack in the dark and come up with one of the novels I’d brought with me. I slipped off my bed, careful not to wake the dinosaur sleeping below me, and crept to the bathroom.

Masturbation wasn’t my idea of a good time, but it could get me out of this kind of mood… more or less. Actually, it wasn’t very satisfying anymore, but I didn’t have any alternative (aside from just waiting for the mood to pass in a few hours, and I needed my sleep). I just needed to get something thoroughly ‘entertaining’ going on in my mind. I sat down in the toilet stall and opened the book.

Romance novels were pure smut. Girl porn, plain and simple… Or so I’d heard. Not that I would ever read something so pointless. Nope. Nosiree. Only lonely, pathetic individuals crave that kind of senseless passion and beauty. I was certainly too intelligent and upstanding to ever poke my nose into such a thing.

It was good, though. One of my favorites…. Or it would be if I actually read that sort of thing.

I stopped fantasizing about being held to the bare, well-tanned chest of Captain Angus as the squeak of the bathroom door broke the silence. This was neither the time nor the place for Darren to come and ‘remind’ me that he wasn’t very fond of me.

"Chris?" It was Angus. I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

I wasn’t quite alright. I would’ve preferred to have been sleeping, but I wasn’t in pain or anything. "Yeah. Why?"

"Well, for starters, not many campers get up at 3 AM and wander into the bathroom."

"Oh…" Well, some of them probably did, and for similar reasons that I had at the moment. "I had some trouble sleeping, so I thought I’d read a little." I thought a moment, and then quickly added on, "I didn’t want to turn on a light or wake anybody up, so I came in here."

"Anything you need to talk about?"

"No." Oh dear lord, no, not with him! The last thing he needed to know was that I had just had an erotic dream about him. "I just had a nightmare."

"Yeah, I kind of figured it was something like that when I heard you crying out there." There was a pause for a few moments, and I started to worry. "You know, you don’t need worry or anything. I’m not going to rag on you for being sensitive. Lots of guys are."

"I’m not ashamed of it," I said quietly. Ashamed wasn’t really an issue… more terrified that someone would notice and proceed to make my life hell for being a ‘sissy’.

"You really don’t want to be here, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Heh, and I thought Brian had trouble his first day. Look, just give it some time. I’ll be honest, you’re probably not going to like it at first, but Mark’s a good guy, and he can usually bend things around to make this place comfortable enough for everyone."

I think he was still trying to reassure me. I was getting sick of people doing that.

"Look, if, by parent’s day, you still hate this place, make sure to let Mark know. If he honestly believes that Augwai isn’t the best place for you, he’ll let you go early and even refund your parents for the second half of camp. You think you can put up with all this for a month?"

A month sounded a lot better than two. It cut my sentence in half. And if worse came to worse, there was always making a break for town and blowing my entire bank account for a train ticket somewhere nice for the rest of the summer. "I guess."

"And if you’ve got any problems, or anything you need to talk about, you can come to me or Mark. We’re both here to help, remember."

He didn’t seem all that helpful in the shower earlier.

"Look, you should just get some sleep. Rest your brain and think it all over tomorrow." He did sound concerned. Overall, though, the fact that the entire conversion took place from opposite sides of a toilet stall door struck me as insanely funny. "Have a good night, Chris."

"Night," I said as I heard the door to the bathroom open as he left. That conversation, strangely enough, had been enough to kill my previous mood, so I pulled myself back together, washed my hands, and went back to bed.

 

 

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