Hello! Again, my brother took my laptop! Stupid, SOB! I can only write from time to time, and seriously, he is hovering next my door. It is awful! The arc of the tennis match is coming and cum is going to hit the roof! I know, I shouldn't have wrote that but oh well. Review, request, and enjoy!
The high from my orgasm abruptly stops when the call suddenly ends. My brain is lagging, but I am sure that it is not a slow internet connection or me clenching the phone too hard that cuts him off from me. He did it. He hanged up on me.
I try to get him on line, but it doesn't work so I try to text him. He doesn't reply. I wait, thinking that maybe he just needs a little bit of time to adjust to my declaration, but again, my phone remains unlit from activities. I place it on my pillow and head for the shower, hoping that after I return, a message would be there to greet me. There isn't.
I don't know why he is acting like this. He knew from the beginning that I loved him right? He couldn't possibly just believe that I only liked him. I mean, I dressed up like a freaking girl! No one does that if it is just feelings of like. I guess prostitutes, strippers, and nymphomaniacs might do that just for fun, but not me. I love him, and now, I ruined it with my big, loose mouth.
I fall asleep to the sound of my mom breaking a man's hand downstairs and to my breaking heart.
I don't bother to go to school the next day. Instead, I fake being sick, and since it is one day before my three day tennis tournament, my parents let me stay without any fuss. I send I quick text out to my best friends saying that I am lovesick and that I won't make it today. Their replies:
Meyrin: My poor Baa! Get better! You always have my love!
Finnian: Do you want me to call someone? Sheri's brother just came out of the closet. One dial and I can find you love for the night.
Claude: Want me to come over later after school? I can bring Spider with me.
Bard: Lame! You are so damn Laaammmee!
I appreciate all their texts, but the only one I text back is Bard, which an emoticon of me crying: (T_T). I turn my phone off since the one person I want to talk probably doesn't want to talk to me. And with that thought, I enter phase one of GDM-Gay Depression Mode.
"MOM! I need ice cream! STAT!" I yell from my bed. I hear the freezer open and close and running up the stairs. My door is swung open, and my mom rushes towards my bed, two spoons in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other.
"I knew you weren't sick. Come on, tell mama what happened," she coos as she sits beside me, pushing my head onto her shoulder. I stuff my face before addressing her.
"Nothing happened. That is the problem. Ciel is giving me nothing! I do this and that, and I feel like I am getting nowhere in this relationship. I'm not going to give up, but my heart…well, that is a different story altogether."
"Oh, my baby. He likes you. I can see it like I can see the sun. It's just he has temporary blindness, but once that's gone, he will be all yours," she says.
"I'll be fifty by that time. There will be cobwebs down below if I have to wait for him to love me."
"That's it! Get up. We are going shopping," she announces as she takes my drug away from me. I pout at her, but she does not give it back.
"I don't feel like shopping. It is not going to help anything," I tell her, but she reaches for my hand and pulls me up.
"No. You are going to like this, and it will help more than you think. But today, I want you to think that I am your friend and not your mother because things are going to get weird. Fast."
"What do you mean?" I ask, scared. If my mom thought it was weird, then there is no telling what adventure we are in for.
"Just trust me. Get your ass ready and into the car in fifteen," she orders and exits my room. I do as she instructs, with apprehension. She is already in the vehicle when I slide into the passenger's seat. She doesn't tell me where we are going, and I start to feel more and more ill. When she pulls into the parking lot of an adult shop, I am no longer ill. I am terminal.
"What the hell are we doing here?" I turn to her, incredulous at her motive.
"No more pity parties for you. If you want things to change, you are going to have to try harder. Like I said before, trust me." She turns the engine off, and gets out. I follow her, reluctant, but curious to what she had in mind.
We open the door of the shop, and we are greeted with a sensual smell. Can smells be sensual? Anyways, a lady walks up to us with a grin.
"Hello. Welcome to S&S. Stands for Sex and Smiles, if you were curious. Now, what can I help you with?"
My mouth stays shut. I have no words. But my mother, yeah, she has lots to say, "We need…Opps, I mean, he needs some hand cuffs, a vibrator, a cock ring, beads, lube, oil, and everything in between."
My face burns. This is not normal. My mom is not normal. Oh my God! This is not happening, but it is because the woman nods and leads us around the store, placing various items in a basket. I walk with them like a zombie. Apparently a zombie that would rather eat dicks than brains, which, in reality, is true, but still! Having my mom know this much about my sex life is wrecking my mental health, and honestly, I was never that stable to begin with.
I don't know how long we spent there, but next thing I know, I am back home again, in the living room. I think my soul might have left my body temporarily, but it comes back when I hear a stick hitting something. My eyes drift upwards to see my mother with a dry erase board.
"Okay, now that we got the tools, I need to teach you how to utilize them." She sees my expression. "No! That is not what I meant. I think you can figure how to use them yourself. What I am going to teach you is a few lessons that will get you the opportunity to use them." I hesitantly nod. "Okay, for the next three days, you will be with him on the tennis trip, right? That means 72 hours of you and him together without his wife. You got to use each second, got it? I want you to sit next to him. Make an excuse that you aren't feeling well, so you have to sit in the front with him. Then when you are at the hotel, have a fight with your roommate, leaving you no choice but to sleep in his room. I know you hate to lose, but in a match that isn't important, act like you got hurt, forcing him to take care of you. Once he brings you to your room, lock him in and handcuff him. Tell him your feelings completely, and tell him that the only way can get free is if he confesses fully. Don't be soft on him, Sebastian." She stops her serious speech with a giggle. "Wrong word choice. Of course, you will be hard." I gag. "Back to the matter at hand. After he admits everything out loud, you two will have passionate sex, and you will come home with more than just a medal." And then she applauds for herself as if she solved the problem for world peace.
"Um…One tiny detail that you missed. What happens if he doesn't do as you planned?"
"Well, my boy. I guess you are just going to have to be percussive."