IV.
I spent half the day trying to arrange a little birthday surprise for Joey on the set. She was supposed to drop by after her last class and I was getting nervous. My palms were sweating and I couldn't concentrate on a single thing Todd said. I needed her. How long did it take to get here from campus? I should have sent a car.
And then there she was on the phone. She scared me. "I made a huge mistake," she said. Oh, no. Here we go again. "A wrong turn or something. I mean, this can't be the place I'm supposed to meet you, there's no 'here' here." Oh God, she's outside! And I am one happy man.
I couldn't stop watching her as she took it all in: the big-time movie-making atmosphere…the sets being built—but particularly her reaction to the Leery homestead. She got a real kick out of that. Her face was absolutely magical as she inspected the set. I wanted to take her into a dark corner right then. Steady, boy! Your time is coming.
Now I couldn't wait for everyone to finish their business and leave the soundstage. Were they on a time clock or not? Todd finally got the hint and left, which meant the rest of the crew was soon to follow. I found Joey wandering again around my house—I mean, the set. God, she was beautiful. She just seemed to glow. I told her about my dinner plans for us—doesn't it sound great to say that again? Us. I just wanted to show her one more thing…
I led her back to the porch set, turned on the twinkle lights and showed her the treats I had procured for her…I mean, us. She seemed charmed by it and that tickled me. My toast to her on her 19th birthday did not end with us drinking the champagne but rather with a leisurely, soft kiss that lingered until we both had to break for breath. Then we drank the champagne …and kissed again… and toasted each other…and kissed. I don't know what was making me drunker, the champagne or her.
I admit there was an ulterior motive here. What could've been better than merging my two fantasies and having Joey right there on that set, the faux Leery home? Unfortunately, they never built my bedroom, but there was a nice couch and coffee table inside. By this time, Joey was sitting on my lap and we were having a shameless good time feeding each other grapes and making out. When her tongue began probing my ear, I took that as my cue.
"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand. "Back to the dorm?" she smiled with a suggestive glint in her eye. I wanted her so badly my head was spinning. "No, fulfilling a fantasy," I admitted. She stopped in the doorway. "Dawson…" "Come on, Jo," I said as I leaned forward and grazed the open area of her shirt with my mouth. "You can't tell me you didn't ever think about doing it in my bedroom." "Dawson, there is no bedroom here. Besides…" She paused. Was I making headway? "You know the closet was more my thing." "Uh huh," I said, planting a series of wet kisses along her neck and cheek, but inevitably being drawn back to those luscious lips.
Suddenly, she turned off the twinkle lights and led me to the swing chair. "Joey Potter!" "Dawson, the coffee table belonged to your parents. This chair is ours and ours alone," she said as she pulled me on top of her. I was aroused beyond measure but decided the better plan would be to take it slow. Okay, so I went for unhooking her bra; we really didn't need that between us. She was moving her hands under my T-shirt. I would rather have had her go for my groin, but hey I could wait.
"You feel so good, Jo," I told her as I teased her rosy nipples. Why is it that the breasts are the first things we go for? But I couldn't avoid it. Her breasts were practically the first thing that I noticed as she grew from girl to womanhood. And they were as soft and fleshy as ever. "God, you feel good," I repeated as I began moving my hands toward her cunt. There it was: the animal in me.
"Dawson, I'm sorry. This feels a little strange." She had this concerned look on her face. "I mean, a movie set? It's not exactly the most private place in the world. Anybody could walk in…" "That's part of the thrill, Jo. And everyone's gone home anyway. The janitor won't be here for hours." I continued massaging her through her jeans and she gradually began to come around. "Dawson…" she whispered momentously. I unzipped my pants and began unfastening hers.
Creak, whir, thud! Couldn't miss that sound. It was a stage door. Startled, Joey began to sit up. "Shhh, Jo. It's just a guard. He'll go away." I wanted to kiss her until she surrendered all resistance and gave in to the moment. "Mr. Leery? Is that you?" Joey started giggling. "Yes, Pete. Just checking everything out before I catch a cab back to the hotel." "Do you need a ride? I'll call for you. What time do you want it?" I looked at Joey, who appeared breathless with anticipation, quiet anticipation. "Fifteen minutes. Give me fifteen minutes." "All right then." Creak, whir, thud!
Now she seemed relieved. "Okay, so you're off the hook…for now. Wait until we get back to that dorm room." "What, I don't get to see the A.D.'s hotel suite?" she asked, showering me with tasty kisses that weren't going to help me get back into my pants. "Let's go," I said finally, pulling her up from the chair. We snuck off the soundstage without Pete ever seeing us.
By now, we were nearing the time of the reservation I made for us at B&G. Somehow, I knew we weren't going to make it.
I'm going to tell her about Natasha tonight.
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My cell phone rang as we reached her room; I ignored it. I knew who was calling, and it wasn't Todd. But the second time it rang, Joey playfully grabbed the phone out of my hand. She opened the flip top and looked at the display screen. Shit. Busted.
"Who's the Girl?"
"Joey…""Come on, who's the Girl calling your cell phone?"
"That's not fair."
"No, tell me. Who is it?"
"Nobody."
"Nobody? That's interesting because she…"
"She's a friend, she's a friend from L.A."
"First she's nobody, now she's a friend. Which is it, Dawson?"
"She's just a girl. She's a girl I've been kind of seeing."
She gave me a look that was as dark and angry as anything I've ever seen her shoot back at me—and Joey Potter has a plethora of such looks in her arsenal.
"You have a girlfriend? I slept with you last night and you have a girlfriend?"
"Joey, I'm sorry if this ruins the fantasy but this girl means nothing to me compared to you."
"You should have told me!"
"When? Where?"
"BEFORE!"
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Maybe I'm not the Dawson she knows anymore. But that doesn't change my feelings for her. And why did she go ballistic anyway? Couldn't she see that it was finally right between us? Couldn't she have forgiven a little indiscretion when she knows she's the one I love? Why am I fated to be the one she always pushes away?