Romantic Diary of Perseus Jackson
Intro:
Percy recalls all the sweet, romantic and erotic moments that he had not shared with anybody but, had written it in his private diary, as a token of his memory with Annabeth. (It happens just after the last page of "The Last Olympian.")
(Note: Romance, here, goes at a slow pace, reminding all those sweet memories and happy times of Percy with Annabeth, so as to build romantic interest among the readers. An erotic scene is enticing when it is supported by romantic background of memories. However, if you really wish to jump into the erotic scene, then read Chapter 2.)
Chapter - 1
A THOUGHTFULLY LONELY NIGHT
Percy felt very lonely as he sat down on his bed in his room in Paul Blofis's house in Manhattan. It was a good day, though. He had just left Camp Half-Blood the morning after weeks of enjoyment since his sixteenth birthday, and had parted from Annabeth in New York (though this part was not so good), from where she went to her new boarding school, and he had returned to his mom and step dad's house. He already missed Annabeth. He had been rib-crackingly hugged by his mom, and had been clapped hard on the shoulder by Paul as a greeting, with huge grins on their faces. Percy was happy and all that. But he wished Annabeth were with him, too.
As Percy sat on his bed, recollecting all those adventures he and Annabeth had done together since his first year at Camp Half-Blood, he tried to think about the sweet memories he had shared with her.
She had looked like a princess the first time I saw her, Percy thought. Not that she looked any less now. In fact she looked even more beautiful. I had impressed her the first time with the blast of toilet water at Clarisse's face. That much I had been able to understand from her expression. She hadn't even been mad at me, even though she had received the same treatment.
I had felt her first touch of shoulders against mine while we were sitting in the backseat of Argus's SUV on our first quest. I hadn't given it much thought then, as I was not so much fond of her at the time. But now, it felt very sweet. Her shoulders had been in contact with mine, her soft arms were brushing against my arms with every slight movement. I had even felt her thigh pressing against my bony legs. As she was kind of athletic, her thigh was a little stiff, but that didn't make it any less soft.
Then, it was a wonderful experience on the Thrill Ride of Love in Waterland, Denver. It was the moment when we had held hands for the first time to jump together from the boat and fly over the closed gate. It was a scene of life-or-death back then. But now, after all the adventures and dangerous missions we had accomplished, it felt like a normal weekend picnic, or a date with Annabeth on the Thrill Ride of Love. I had begun to like this girl, you know.
But the most wonderful moment was that one, when Annabeth had hugged me in Circeland, after turning back into human from guinea pig. I was so shocked by her move that before I even realized that she had hugged me, she had quickly pulled off, not even giving me a chance to return back her hug, and caress her back and for which I was greatly disappointed. But her soft arms around my neck had felt very comforting. Her torso had met mine and I barely had the time to register the stiff softness of her breasts contained in a sports bra (Now don't ask me how I know it was a 'sports bra'. It was obvious from the stiffness, duh!), before she had pulled herself away from me.
I was not disappointed for much longer as I had the chance to hold her waist tightly, a short while later, and plunge underwater in the Siren Bay, to save her from getting herself killed by the creepy vultures, Sirens. I was very desperate to save her at that time, but it doesn't mean that I hadn't enjoyed the embrace with the girl. Her strong waist had felt very enticing to me. I had to resist myself not to start pressing and caressing her waist then and there. Her head was on my shoulder, and she was sobbing. Occasionally our torso would brush against each other, and butterflies would flutter inside my stomach, as I would feel her stiff-softness or soft-stiffness, whatever. I had enjoyed the entire underwater sail, with the air bubble giving her oxygen to breathe. That was how I had returned her hug.
Then, I was the happiest person when I had the chance to lean on Annabeth's back on the hippocampus that was carrying us from the Sea of Monsters to Miami. She was in pain, and was asleep from exhaustion. I had happily leaned myself over the Golden Fleece that was covering her back, and held her around her waist.
The best memory I had in that year was when I had won the chariot race teaming up with Annabeth, and getting help from Tyson. I had been so happy that I had declared Tyson as my 'Baby Brother', and had gotten the first kiss from Annabeth. Even though it was just a peck on the cheek, I couldn't help myself from stopping the butterflies that had turned haywire inside my stomach, from the touch of her lips on my cheek, making it sweetly moist. God! That was really romantic!
Then there were those happy moments when Thalia was back to human again, thanks to the magic of the Golden Fleece. It had taken both Annabeth and me to convince her that seven years had been passed before she was brought back from her sleep in the form of a pine tree. She had been surprised by how much she had grown in her sleep which, according to her, had hardly been a few hours. We all had a great time joking and poking around, so to say. I never missed an opportunity to have a physical contact with Annabeth without making anyone suspicious, even Annabeth herself, just by acting casual. Most of the time, our shoulders and arms brushed against each other while we were walking. Annabeth didn't complain about that. I could tell she appreciated the gesture too. Annabeth usually teased me around Thalia (and of course, Thalia supported her), for which I acted irritated, which was not hard as the Wise Girl hit me with her words at the right point to irritate me. Even while acting irritated, I would use the opportunity to touch Annabeth, playfully smacking her head, arms, cheek, back or bumping into her or pushing her to make her stumble away, and she would give me the same treatment, which I enjoyed without any hesitation. After a great mock fight of touching, smacking, bumping, pushing, pinching, hitting, , we would collapse finally, laughing. Those were really great moments.
Then the moment of our dance came in the Westover Hall when we were acting like we were the students of the military school. Once, Thalia and Grover started dancing, Annabeth and I were left alone. I was very eager to hold Annabeth but, didn't do so immediately, and believe me it took all my willpower; because I didn't want Annabeth getting the impression that I was too eager to touch her. Otherwise I had wanted to come dancing into the gym room with Annabeth. Finally when she punched my gut for saying "Whom should I ask?" (to dance), she had said, "Of course me, seaweed brain." I was very happy to hold her waist, again. Though this was not the first experience of holding her waist, this was the first time we held each other intentionally, purposefully and knowingly. That was really sweet. But, as always, my "quality time" with Annabeth never seemed to last long. We were soon pulled back into our task of finding the other demigods.
I had suffered for almost a week since I lost Annabeth on the cliff of the Westover Hall before I got to see her again. Once the gods decided not to kill us, and the council was over, Annabeth and I had resumed our dance that was interrupted in the Westover Hall. It was, if possible, even more wonderful than in the gym hall before. Maybe because I was listening to my favorite dance music, maybe because the thought of losing her and being apart from her for a week had increased the worth of this dance, or maybe because Annabeth hadn't joined Artemis's group of Hunters turning her back on men. Whatever the reason, I was just very happy, and that was to say, a lot.
There was another time when I had felt very sorry for Annabeth when she was going to lead her quest members into the Labyrinth, and travel from nowhere to nowhere, and she had felt completely lost without any guidance. I had visited her cabin for the first time to find her almost as if she had lost her way, and was stuck in the middle of a desert. I was shocked when she had opened her arms for inviting me to give her a hug. This time I had, both happily and sadly, given her a tight hug. I had caressed her back with my arms around her neck. Swiping her blond hair, and feeling her bare back over her shirt. I had pressed against her so tightly, that her soft breasts (without bra), were massaging my chest, and making me mad with lust. Even my stomach had been pressed against hers, so were our thighs. However, I was too much sorry for her, and wasn't in the mood to poke her downstairs with an erection. Her hands enclosed my back, going around the sides of my rib cages. She was caressing my back too, just for reassurance. That was really a tough time for both of us but, I couldn't help enjoying the situation. Then, as always, we were interrupted, by one of her cabin mates.
Have you ever experienced a horrible good time? That was how I felt in Mt. Saint Helens, when Annabeth kissed me before parting with me, while the Telekhines were about to attack. I was about to die in the pit of lava, surrounded by dog-faced human creatures, called Telekhines. Yes, it is a terrible and an embarrassing way to die, which was the horrible part. But just like a puddle of water in the desert, just like a tiny flame of light in the darkness, Annabeth had kissed me, a real kiss on the lip, which was the good part. Even though it was very brief, I could just register her smooth-as-butter moist lips, and the wetness and flavor that I tasted from those lips (and immediately, her lips became my most favorite food), before she pulled off, and said "Take care, seaweed brain," and had put on her invisibility cap, and escaped safely out. A kiss from the girl I like, when I am about to die? Yep, it felt horribly good, as I braced myself to die.
I really didn't want her to see crying, as it would ache my heart but, I couldn't help noticing her puffy red eyes when she was standing in the amphitheater of Camp Half-Blood, burning my shroud, assuming I was dead, as it had been two weeks since the Mt. Saint Helens explosion, and I had been lost in Ogygia since then. When she saw me, she came rushing to me, yelling "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" and tackling me so hard with her hug that my ribs protested, even though I privately enjoyed, again, her body contact against mine. Her tackle was so tight that her breasts seemed almost shrunk in her rib cage. I had smelled her hair, held her back, and brushed my cheek against hers. I was really glad to have such a welcoming hug from her. But, it was over too soon because of the audience around us, staring at me in awe, as they realized a dead camper walking again.
Percy hadn't realized that half an hour had passed from the time he was submerged in his thoughts, recollecting the sweet memories that he and Annabeth had shared. Suddenly he didn't feel lonely anymore. He felt like she was with him, sitting beside him on the bed, ruffling his hair with affection, a warm smile on her face, saying ever so gently, with lots of love filled in her voice, "Sleep, seaweed brain," and he felt happy to oblige, and drifted to a dreamless, peaceful sleep.