Forgetting My Birthday

It was an unintentional custom in my family to forget birthdays, so when I turned eighteen it was no surprise that the day turned out like any other. I wasn't one of those people who made their birthday's public, so none of my friends knew.

That morning I woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and went to school. It was an average day without any cake and I went home. There, I did my homework, had dinner, read a book and went to bed.

At about midnight my sister came in and woke me up.

"Happy Birthday," she said, then left.

I couldn't get to sleep after that. A couple of hours of tossing and turning passed and I was still wide awake. Sleep still seemed far off until Todd climbed into bed with me.

His hands stroked my hair and one snaked down to curl around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. I snuggled happily in his arms and ran my finger along the outline of his feeding slit. He shivered in exquisite pleasure and I knew that I wouldn't sleep for a while. I couldn't sleep without showing him what he meant to me.

It turned out that I only got a few hours sleep, but it was very deep so I woke up refreshed. My body ached and I became convinced that Todd was more than a manifestation of my subconscious. The pain and pleasure had been real. There must be something he's not telling me.

My confusion increased when I entered the kitchen and found my family all together and a cake. They burst out into 'Happy Birthday' and I couldn't help but laugh.

"We remembered after you went to bed," my mother exclaimed. I was enveloped in a forest of hugs and I felt Todd's gentle hand on my back.

"Happy Birthday, darling," he whispered, but when I twisted my head he was gone. The way his breath touched my ear reminded me of the way he'd panted into it last night.

I pushed thoughts of Todd from my mind and focussed on my family. They gave me a new book and jacket and I loved them for it. We had a breakfast of cake and sat together for the first time in a long time. I was almost sad to have to leave for school.

My sister spread the word that it had been my birthday and I received a lot of congratulations for being eighteen and able to drink. It clicked that for some reason I didn't belong here.

Todd would tell me next time I saw him.