Warning : This chapter may be a bit more into the direction of M instead of T, there's no sex in any variation. Only some licking and sucking on nacked flesh, some grinding and some sounds.
I just wanted to warn younger readers.
On Tommy's birthday Jude woke up to the early morning sun shining into her room through the half-closed curtains. The other day had been exhausting, getting everything together for her surprise had tired her out and she had decided to go to bed early, so she wouldn't be worn out when Tommy would come home; causing her to wake up earlier than she usually did on a Saturday. She still had a few hours until her neighbour would come over to help her. Yesterday she had bought everything she needed for the cake she wanted to bake only then to realize in her kitchen with he ingredients laid out before her and the recipe in her hand that she had no idea what to do. She had never been a good cook, her culinary skills limiting themselves to making French Toast, and even for that she needed to try twice before she was able to do it properly. How should she manage a perfect Blueberry Pie in only one try? In her desperation she had walked over to the other apartment on the same floor. There lived a family, on week days she often saw the mother with her children in the hallway coming back from picking them up from school. Jude really hoped a mother of two kids could teach her how to do a cake that was stated as simple, but she had a hard time just starting with.
The cake was the last thing she needed to prepare for tonight. She had already chosen what to eat a while ago and had placed the order last week at the restaurant. The restaurant she had decided should deliver the dinner was a little restaurant Tommy had told her about. He had never been there, but always wanted to after a colleague had recommended it. He just wanted there to be a special reason for going or ordering there, something more than just a friendly movie evening. She understood this, but what better occasion could there be than his birthday? And of course there was her dream that their relationship would finally make a move forward, she had realized yesterday after her anger at Tommy had subsided that she wanted nothing more than to be that close again and close the damn gap and then never let him go. She had never felt for someone else what she did for him. This comforting warmth she felt envelop her body when she cuddled up to him during a horror movie and he laid his arm around her in a protective manner. The enormous flock of butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach every time Tommy gazed into her eyes with his sapphire ones. And the impish smile he gave her, when he teased her made her legs went all jelly on her.
All of this was new to her, she had never felt something like this before in her life. And it made her a bit uneasy that she had these feelings for someone as closed as Tommy, who barely allowed anyone into his thoughts and who she, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't figure out. Like yesterday when they were in her kitchen, she thought she saw something in his eyes and he had leaned in the same as she did and she had thought he had wanted it, too, but then he made a 180° turn and didn't even talk to her and instead fled her apartment. She couldn't understand why he did that. He couldn't find her that repulsive, could he? He had voluntarily spent his time with her and he was the one, who had indicated it after all. Hopefully she would get some answers out of him and if it was that he only wanted to stay friends, at least then she knew where they stood and could push aside her feelings for him and just be his friend. Although she had the guess this wouldn't turn out to be easy, when every time she just looked at him, she had the urge to leap in his arms and kiss him senseless. But she would try, as good as possible, for him.
After standing up finally and going into the kitchen she made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. A smile appeared on her face when she saw the white envelope laying there. It was her birthday present for Tommy and she was incredible proud with herself for coming up with such a great idea, to say so herself. She had got the idea one evening when they hadn't watched TV, but had played 20 questions, a game she usually found childish, but Tommy had suggested it and she couldn't let the opportunity pass to get to know him better. He had answered every question she asked, from his favourite colour, black, to his touring with Boys Attack, a memory he hated, but didn't want to miss either, she had avoided the most delicate issues though, as she knew as soon as she would touch something too personal he would block her out again and the game would be over. So she stayed with topics she knew he wouldn't consider too personal, Boys Attack being an exception, but most of his time with Boys Attack had anyway been in the tabloids and for that wasn't that personal. Once she had plucked up courage and had asked him what he had always wanted to do and to her surprise and delight he had answered after a short moment of thinking with one word: bungee-jumping. She had seen the look on his face and had let the matter rest, but had decided to make his wish come true. So she had phoned a company, who organized bungee-jumps in the area and they had sent her a gift certificate for a tandem jump. That way they could jump together or Tommy could take someone else with him, she hoped for the first though. She usually wasn't the best present-maker, but she had a really good feeling with this one.
Carefully she picked the envelope up and laid it on the shelf in the living-room, so that she wouldn't forget it later, a proud smile still on her face. Grabbing her cell phone on the same shelf she dialled a number she hadn't dialled in a long time. Impatiently she waited for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Hello?" She heard the voice over the phone saying as a greeting.
"Hey, it's Jude" .
"Hello, Jude."
"Don't say my name." She yelled causing Owen to back away from the phone frowning. "I don't want Tommy hearing you're talking to me."
"Sorry." He mumbled, casting a glance to Tommy, who seemed like he hadn't heard anything, and turned his chair away from Tommy.
"Do you have a key to Tommy's apartment?"
"Yes, why?" Owen asked, confused why Jude didn't call Tommy when she wanted the key to his apartment. Although maybe she knew in what a foul mood he was today and didn't want to bother him, which would be a wise decision. As Tommy was acting weird the whole day. At 8 am he came in slamming the door and then he sat down, grabbed the headphones and started mixing and except for a 'Owen, call Jayson.' around 10 he hadn't said a word and it was now 12 am. For that Owen was glad, though, at least today Tommy didn't snarl at everybody like he normally did when he was in a bad mood.
"I want to surprise him tonight with dinner and so on." Jude explained. "For his birthday."
"That's nice." Owen said smiling. Hopefully that would cheer up his best friend. "I come by after work. Around 4, okay?"
"Yeah, thanks. See you."
"Bye." They hung up and Owen turned back around to continue working with Tommy, who had stopped working though and had listened intently to the conversation. It was disrespectful, but at the moment he didn't give a damn. He wanted to make sure Jude was alright. He had tried to call her three times last night, but always only got voice mail and it really put him in a foul mood. He hadn't slept at all last night, every time he closed his eyes he saw Jude's confused and somewhat hurt face in front of him and every time a wave of guilt would wash over him. Since yesterday he had never felt guilt, always so full of himself, that he never cared for others. It hadn't, however, ever been his intention to hurt Jude with his actions. Didn't she see that by leaving he had prevented her from getting further hurt? The fact that she now blatantly ignored him indicated that she didn't.
He sighed and rubbed with his hand over his face to ban all thoughts about Jude out of his head. He wanted to pretend at least for one day, that nothing had changed. That he still was the selfish bastard, he used to be, who didn't care and never worried about anything. From his boyband days he knew one way how to forget everything, drinking until he was numb and he fully intended to do that tonight. Leon had called him this morning and had invited him into some club and he planned to go there and celebrate that he was still young and free. The outcome of his actions and the conversation he knew he had to have with Jude about them, so he'd not lose lose her completely could wait until tomorrow or maybe Monday, depending on how hung-over he was. Because he was sure of one thing, talking to Jude while he felt like shit was something he didn't want to experience. Tonight he would get wasted with the guys and wouldn't think about anything, just forget.
Jude closed her phone and grinned, everything went as planned. She stood up and walked into her bedroom, after throwing some old t-shirt and jeans on she went back into the kitchen and laid the ingredients out in front of her. Just as she was finished the bell rang and she went to open it. In front of her stood her neighbour, Sharon, with her two children.
"Hey, come in." Jude opened the door for her and let her in.
"Hey." Sharon said and pushed her kids through the door. "Sorry I had to bring the kids, Henry, my husband, is at work and I can't leave them alone at our apartment. But they have their colouring books, so they won't be in our way."
"No problem. They can sit at my coffee table in the living-room." Jude said and squinted down to the kids' level. "Hey, I'm Jude." She put forth her hand and the little boy grabbed it eagerly, while his sister hid behind her mother's leg.
"Hello, I'm Brandon. That's my sister Maya." He pointed to the little girl. "But she's no fun, she's only 3. I'm 6." He said proudly and Jude laughed.
"Okay, do you want to go into my living-room and colour there? Your mommy and I will be in the kitchen." The boy nodded and grabbed his sister's hand and walked into the living-room, but came back again.
"Jude?" He asked with a sheepish smile on his face.
"Yeah?" Jude asked standing up again.
"You're pretty." Brandon said and then disappeared in the other room again. Jude blushed and looked at Sharon, who chuckled.
"I tell you something, this one is going to be one hell of a heartbreaker." Jude said shaking her head at the cockiness of the 6-year-old.
"He already is, last week I got a phone call from a very upset woman, her daughter was crying her eyes out, because my son decided he didn't want to walk next to her in pre-school and hold hands with her, instead he went for another girl." Sharon told her and Jude laughed.
"Shall we?" She said motioning towards the kitchen with her hand.
"Yes, of course."
They walked into the kitchen and started making the dough for the pie. Jude had to admit that it was really simple, when you did exactly what the recipe said.
40 minutes later Sharon and Jude were sitting at her table drinking coffee and waiting for the pie to be baked golden.
"So you never told me who you are baking for." Sharon said sipping on her cup of coffee.
"For a friend. It's his birthday today and Blueberry Pie is his favourite, so I thought I would surprise him." Jude finished her coffee and sat the cup down on the table, circling the rim of it with her finger.
"Him?"
"Yeah, he's a guy. His name is Tommy." Jude explained, filling her empty cup with more coffee. She could under no circumstances be tired today evening. "It's him over there." She said pointing to a photo of Tommy and her, they had taken on the viewing balcony of the Statue of Liberty, when they had visited it two weeks ago.
That weekend Tommy had been off work and had gone sight-seeing with Jude. It was one of the best weekends she had ever had, first they'd seen the Empire State Building, Time Square and some other sights, then they had eaten at a sushi bar for lunch and afterwards had made the journey to Liberty Island. Jude had been really impressed by the Statue, normally things that seem big on TV or on photos are really small in reality, but the Statue was giant. She had been excited like a little child on Christmas when Tommy had told her they would go up to the viewing balcony. There they had asked some tourist to take a photo and later Tommy had printed it out for her. In the evening they had gone to a Jazz club. The club was one of the old ones with a classy decoration, live band on a platform and smoke hanging in the air. There they had the first one of their 'moments'. They had danced, both a bit intoxicated by the drinks they had consumed before, somehow their first innocent dancing turned into heavy grinding and gyrating. Jude's hands were behind Tommy's neck playing with his nape hair and his hands laid on her hips, pulling her closer to him. Jude could still remember how it felt to have Tommy's body pressed against hers. Hard and warm. Under her fingertips she could feel a thin layer of sweat on his neck and his hair was a bit damp as well. One of her legs was between Tommy's legs and she was slightly rubbing her pelvis on his thigh, creating a wonderful friction where she had never felt one before, causing her to bit her lip so that she would moan out loud. Tommy was doing the same thing to her thigh and he seemed to enjoy it as well as he groaned occasionally. Just as they had both leaned in a bit and their faces were only inches apart, their eyes closed and mouths slightly open, someone bumped into them, bursting effectively the bubble they were in. They had both looked a bit confused at each other and then had laughed and gone to the bar for the next drink like nothing had happened. The next day Tommy hadn't mentioned it and Jude wasn't sure if he even remembered as he was more wasted than her and so she hadn't brought it up, pushing it to the back of her mind.
She was brought out of her reverie by Sharon, who had stood up to get the photo and now was squealing.
"He's cute." Sharon said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Ugh, yeah." Jude grinned sheepishly.
"How old is he? He seems older."
"Today, 25..." Jude said slowly. "Oh my god! He's almost 8 years older than me. I've never realized...He was just Tommy...He was already in school when I was born...Oh my god." Jude stuttered incoherently, her eyes widened in shock. "I'm just a stupid child compared to him...and I thought...we could...oh I'm stupid." She was breathing erratically and her heart was beating like crazy. Carefully Sharon laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Jude, it's okay. Breathe." Jude took a deep breath. "Calm down, it's okay." Sharon soothed her. A few deep breath later, Jude could focus again.
"Sorry, I've just never realized that he's so much older." Jude apologized, taking another deep breath to calm her further down. "I just...I just got my hopes up, you know. That maybe there could be more between us." Jude admitted. "Yesterday I thought I saw something, when I looked in his eyes, as if he really cared."
"And why wouldn't he care?"
"I'm 17, why would he want someone this young and inexperienced, when he could have every woman? You yourself said he is cute and damn you are older than him."
"Only by 5 years." Sharon said in mock hurt, but then grew serious again. "You know what?" Jude shook her head. "Henry is 10 years older than me. I've met him in a restaurant where I had a part time job. He was there with his colleagues, celebrating his promotion. I was18 and just started my first year at NYU. It was love at first sight. And after the first shock my family accepted him and we got married 4 years later, another two years later Brandon was born and then came Maya. And we're still happy. If you love each other, age has no meaning." Sharon said and Jude nodded. "Surprise him tonight and then see what he does. Maybe you're just over-thinking everything." Sharon suggested and stood up. "I have to go now, Brandon's soccer training starts in an hour."
"Oh, okay." Jude stood up as well. "Thanks. For the cake and for the...ugh...advice."
"No problem. If you need something just come over." Sharon got Brandon and Maya and then walked to the door.
"Have fun, tonight." She said winking. "And don't worry to much. You're a great girl, if he doesn't see that it's his loss. You're young and beautiful, you can have everyone you want, too."
"Thanks." Jude squinted down again. "Bye, Brandon. Bye Maya." Maya smiled shyly at her and then hid behind her mother's leg again. Brandon, however, came forward and gave Jude a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye, Jude." He said with his adorable smile, but then a frown appeared on his forehead.. "I'm going to marry you." He stated matter-of-factly.
"You do?" Jude asked with a raised eyebrow, causing Brandon to nod. "Okay. But now go play soccer, my future-husband." Brandon waved and then trotted over the hallway to their apartment door, where Sharon and Maya were already standing. Jude stood up, waved good-bye as well and watched as all three disappeared in their home. Slowly she closed her door and smiled. Sharon was right, she should just wait and see what happened tonight.
Of course when she had arrived at Tommy's she had noticed that she just could have asked Frank, the doorman for the key, instead of asking Owen, but she wasn't sure if she would have got the key, even though she was a frequent guest at Tommy's. She imagined that they needed Tommy's signature or something. Although now it didn't matter anyway. She had got the key from Owen and had even got the information when Tommy would be home.
Around 7 Jude opened the door to Tommy's apartment. Owen had brought her the key earlier and wished her good luck for tonight. He couldn't stay long, though, Sarah and him were going to visit her parents for a few days and he was already late. After Owen was gone, Jude had showered and then had changed into her outfit, which consisted of black thin jeans and a white long t-shirt with a neckline, that showed a bit more cleavage than the shirts she normally wore. In addition, she wore a black leather jacket. It was casual enough for a evening at home, but also different to what Jude usually wore, so that it didn't seem like any other evening. All in all Jude felt kind of sexy, a feeling she hadn't had often and she hoped Tommy would see her like that, too.
She sat the pie and the envelope down on Tommy's kitchen table and then pulled a garland, which said 'Happy Birthday', out of her purse and walked into the living-room. It was kind of creepy alone in Tommy's apartment. Normally Tommy was there with her and there was always some noise. Now everything was quiet. Moreover she looked over her shoulder every few seconds, because she feared that Tommy would come home sooner than Owen said he would and than her whole surprise would be ruined. Carefully she climbed on the chair, she had positioned against the wall and affix the one end of the garland to the wall. Then she did the same on the other wall, so that the garland hung diagonally across the room. Satisfied with her work she picked up two plates, cutlery and glasses and set them on the table in Tommy's living-room. She would lit some candles later, it was still to bright outside. Now it was time to wait.
The bell rang at 7.20pm, right on time. Jude opened the door and let the people from the restaurant in and they put the food on the coffee table. After they had instructed her how to use the chafing-dish, they left and Jude said down on the couch. Her fingers drummed nervously on the armrest, she really hoped this wasn't to much and Tommy would appreciate it. When she heard foot-steps coming closer to the apartment she jumped up and stood in the doorway, so she could see the apartment door. But she heard how the door next door was opened and closed and then everything was quiet again. With a sigh she laid down on the couch and bit on her lip. One look at the clock told her that it was now 10 after 8, Owen had said Tommy usually left the building at half past 7 on a Saturday evening including the 20 minute-drive and maybe some traffic, he should have been here 15 minutes ago.
The time passed by and at 9 pm Jude got really impatient, she walked the living-room up and down and cursed Tommy, who had to work late on his birthday of all days. She debated whether she should call him or not, she decided she wouldn't. What should she say anyway? 'Hey, Tommy. It's Jude. When are you coming home, because I'm waiting here for you with a surprise dinner.' Yeah, that wouldn't ruin the surprise at all. So she laid down on the couch again and kept on waiting.
Some time later she woke up with a start, she had no idea how long she had slept, she hadn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep, but it must have been a while ago that she did, for it was dark outside. She heard foot-steps in the kitchen and stood up.
"Tommy?" She asked, walking towards the kitchen, but nobody answered. "Tommy?" She heard someone swearing and stepped into the kitchen. "Leon." She said surprised. The person in front of her turned around quickly, almost losing his balance.
"Judd." He slurred. "What 'r ye doin' here?" Jude could smell that he reeked of alcohol and wrinkled her nose.
"I...ugh...What are you doing here?" She asked instead, guessing that he wouldn't care anyway in his drunken state.
"Partyin'. Iss T's birsssday. Need'd more whiskey." He said grinning, raising his arm to show Jude the bottles of Jack Daniel's he clutched in his hands.
"You're partying here?" Jude asked astonished, as she didn't hear any music or even voices.
"Downstairs. Wanna come wiss me?" He asked, walking to the door, swaying every few steps. Jude followed him and he led her to a door in a hallway. He opened it and Jude saw that the door was soundproof, that was why she hadn't heard anything. Now, though, she could hear voices and loud music. Carefully she descended the stairs behind Leon and looked into the room as soon as it came into her field of vision. What she saw made her stop dead in her tracks. There in the middle of the room sat Tommy on a couch. His hair was dishevelled and his white button-down shirt was unbuttoned, so that his toned chest was visible. Although normally the view of his chest made her stop doing anything except staring at it, this time it was something else that had her paralysed. This time it was the beautiful woman that was, only in a skimpy thong, dancing in front of Tommy, pressing her big fake breast into his face. Her fingertips were tracing his fine trail of hair up to where his jeans sat low on his hips and then back up. His hands were on her ass, kneading it and with his tongue he was licking circles over her collarbone following a path to her breast and slowly licking lower until he reached her nipple, where he sucked slightly, causing her to hiss. Then he travelled with his tongue higher and then to her other breast repeating the same action to the nipple. They both seemed to enjoy their actions as moans escaped from deep in their throats and at least Tommy's eyes were closed in pleasure. Jude stared at them for another moment and felt bile raise up her throat. Not being able to stand the sight anymore she turned around, intimating to Leon that she was going and ran upstairs. He merely nodded and walked to the other two girls, who were dancing in front of two other guys, though not touching them like the girl with Tommy did.
Upstairs Jude closed the door behind her and leaned against it, willing the tears to not come as long as she was in the apartment. In the living-room she tore the garland down and threw it into the trash can together with the food. Then she grabbed the envelope and the pie and fled the apartment. As soon as the door closed behind her she felt tears fall down her face and couldn't stop them. She was so disappointed, Sharon words had made her hope, that she maybe was enough for him and that they could really be something more than friends, that maybe his look had meant something and he had feelings for her, too. But it seemed as if that was just another unsatisfiable wish. The worst part was, she understood him. Why would he go for a 17-year-old inexperienced high-school student, who didn't even know what the feelings she had really meant. Was it love, attraction, lust?
When he could have someone experienced, willing and grown-up? She wouldn't go for her either.
Jude hailed a taxi and got in. She told the driver her address and leaned back, still sobbing uncontrollable, which got her curious glances from the driver through the rear view mirror. She didn't care though, she just wanted to climb into her bed and hide underneath her covers and eat tons of ice cream.
At her apartment she payed the driver and got out and entered her apartment building, climbing up the stairs to her apartment she tried to stifle her sobs, so that Sharon wouldn't hear her. She wanted to be alone and even though Sharon had only tried to help her, she wouldn't be able to bear her optimism, right now she needed to feel miserable and wallow in self-pity. As soon as she had closed her apartment door behind her, another cry escaped her lips and she stumbled with teary eyes into her bedroom, where she laid the pie and the envelope on her nightstand and then fall onto the bed. Not caring that her make-up soiled the covers, she snuggled into them. Breathing in, she closed her eyes hoping for a dreamless sleep to come.
Okay, I couldn't wait to edit it. So I did it. Here is the new now edited chapter. I didn't change much, only deleted or added a few that I thought needed to be changed.
For the ones, who haven't read the first version of this chapter: It was very easy to write, as I had already the whole scenes from the moment where Jude enters Tommy's apartment in my head, I just had to write them down. I have actually four or five scenes, that I have alreasy planned out in my head, including the scene where Tommy finds out Jude is a singer. :). I call these chapters goal chapters. So every time in the future when I talk about a goal chapter, you know what I mean. The rest of the chapters I just come up while writing, like I did in this chapter with the beginning.
I hope you enjoy it, just as much as I enjoyed writing it. And please don't forget to review.
Breakingaway.
