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Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - 2
by Innuendo (keepsake411@yahoo.com)
***
Reality may never live up to dreams and fantasy, but who
cares? Certainly not Jahn, who seems to have found his
dream girl, with only a small obstacle on the road to
happily ever after. (MF, ist, rom)
***
Part February: "Love (and Lust) is in the Air"
Ever get a feeling of intense guilt when you're not sure
exactly what it is that you're supposed to be guilty of,
a sense that an apology is demanded in a situation where
you're dead certain an apology would just make things
worse? Oil on water, Jahn thought, gaping at the
shrieking girl before him. Woman, he mentally corrected
himself. Like her sister, Fiona was nearly foot shorter
than he, barely topping five feet. Both of them, small
and slender as they were, still could not be mistaken
for anything other than women.
That had been a draw for him; so many of the girls he'd
met made themselves up to look like that... girls who'd
never moved beyond high school or college, trying to
recapture their glory days by hanging out with younger
friends, gossiping about things they didn't really care
about, wearing clothes that didn't really fit them.
Some of the guys he knew from the U were the same. Sad.
Like a refusal to accept adulthood and the
responsibilities that came with it, a failure to
understand that some of the greatest perks came with it
too. Accomplishment. Respect. A sense that you were part
of the world around you.
So here he was, cock out and philosophizing on the
nature of adult behavior while his cowering and nude
girlfriend's sister screamed at him. Focus a little, he
thought.
Not actually screaming at –him- he realized... the rant
was directed entirely at Jenny. Largely incoherent, a
tirade of invective and accusation that, with no little
discomfort, called to mind his experience with Andrea
almost a month back. Different, though. There was some
anger in it, but when he looked at her face, at the
creases of skin at the corner of her prominent
cheekbones and expressive brown eyes, he saw what seemed
to be a great deal of hurt in her face. Sense of
betrayal, he wondered? Why? They hadn't gone out much,
and their last few dates had carried an uncomfortable
level of distraction, as if she was anywhere but with
him. Jahn had liked her a great deal, of course, but
felt as if it had no chance of going anywhere. Little
wonder that he'd accepted Jenny's overtures without a
second thought...
Turning his attention back to his girlfriend, he saw
that Jenny had retreated onto the bed, pulling up a
sheet to cover her nude body, knuckled fist to her
mouth, staring at Fiona with wide blue eyes. Pink
blossomed on her cheeks, which was different – Jenny
wasn't prone to embarrassment. Shame? Why? Something
Fiona was saying.. something about her father, he
thought... hit home, and tears began brimming at the
corner of the blonde's eyes. He hadn't the slightest
idea of how to conclude this situation peacefully, and
it seemed to be reaching a serious meltdown point.
Reaching for his shirt, he ducked his head beneath it
for a too-short time, and pulled it down, covering
himself at least marginally.
Fiona's yelling hardly abated, and she threw of
something about "... supposed to be my first" that left
him mystified, until she stopped cold, her slightly
tanned skin going a dusky scarlet of mortification as
her attention shifted to him, apparently just realizing
that he was still in the room. Oh fuck, he thought,
something of their conversation the first time he'd come
to the Reed home flitting back to him.
A lot of things about the way she'd acted on their dates
suddenly became clearer. It occurred to him that while
she was more mature, she was a lot like Jenny – they had
the same taste in men, and they were both really into
him. And both virgins, for some inexplicable reason,
both waiting for the right guy. Who happened to be him,
he supposed.
Jenny, however, was way more outgoing and charismatic.
All over him almost from the start, it had only taken
her a little alcohol to broach the subject after they'd
dated for awhile. Fiona, though... she was a lot more
introverted, something he'd put down to being more
thoughtful and less impulsive. Maybe more like Jahn -
she wasn't sure about making the first move, afraid of
being too forward and putting him off.
Wasn't that she didn't want to be around him, but that
she was unsure how to move their relationship forward
from the casual dates they'd enjoyed together. How much
of that had she told Jenny? Too little? He knew they
were close, and that didn't seem likely. Maybe just
enough that Jenny wasn't willing to wait around while
she figured it out.
Jahn hoped he wasn't just rationalizing his girlfriend's
actions, because it felt... cruel... and the look on
Jenny's face told him she'd intended anything but
cruelty toward her sister. Whatever stray fantasies
might flash through his brain, he desperately wanted
Jenny to be The One, and while some insensitivity could
be accepted, he didn't want to think she could be that
callous. Josh, a guy he'd thought was a good friend, had
done that to him once. Listened to him pour his heart
out over a beer about Amber from Psych class, then
proceeded to sleep with her two days later. Prick.
Scratch one friendship.
His thoughts dispersed like quicksilver as Fiona stalked
out of the room, brunette tresses whipping behind her
with the motion. Jenny was openly sobbing now, her face
screwed up with humiliation and shame, and he moved
forward, uncertainly placing a comforting hand on her
shoulder.
"I d-didn' mean t-to," she rattled out, tears running
down her cheeks. "Wasn' like that. I m-mean Ahg-guess I
kn-new that she liked you and tha, that she might like
to keep going out with you, but she said she wasn' sure
you liked her and..." she trailed off, biting her lip.
"I just, you were so nice, and fun, and cute, and I
really liked you too. I'm n-not a bad person, am I?" She
looked at him appealingly, and he reddened in
discomfort.
With a squeeze on her shoulder that he meant for
reassurance, he offered, "You're not a bad person, Jen,
and I don't like you any less. I don't know if what you
did was wrong or not, but I know that we all make
mistakes. That's something you have to work out with
her, not me."
Jenny stared down at the bed, tear-streaked face still
working, but somewhat more composed. "She's my b-best
friend, Jahn. The 'half' doesn't mean anything; she's my
Sis. N-neither of us really had a father around the
house, but we had Mom and each other. Even when Mom to
go travelling when we entered college, we still had each
other." A sniffle escaped, and she rubbed at her face.
"I don't want to, I can't lose her. Family's more
important than anything. I l-like you. So much. Not just
the s-sex, because that's just a piece of it. I don't
want to lose you either, but..."
His heart seized up in his chest, because he could feel
the train coming, warning bell ringing in his head.
"...b-but if it means losing my sis, I don't want to see
you anymore." Fresh tears stirring in her eyes, she
looked at him, whispering, "P-please don't hate me."
Vice-like, his chest seemed to constrict further, but he
managed anyway, pulling her to him in a one-armed
embrace, "I'll never hate you, Jen. Talk to her, and do
whatever you need to do. I don't want you to be hurt
over me." He thought of his older brother, off in
college while Jahn was still young, doing those
mysterious adult things, but always coming home with a
little advice or just time with his little brother. "I
couldn't hate you for holding your family close."
Great sentiment, he thought bitterly. Movie-of-the-week
moment, for sure. Was he even able to have a
relationship without it turning into a complete train-
wreck? Clothing himself, he left the Reed house,
glancing at the cold, cloudless sky. Gonna be a cold,
lonely winter, he thought bleakly. Even the neighborhood
seemed to have taken on a dark and unwelcoming pall, a
heavy-set man across the street scowling at him as he
shoveled snow from his driveway.
***
Jahn had long told himself that he wasn't going to be a
drinker, but if this kept up, he might just fall into
the bottle with whole heart. The stupor of animated
violence just wouldn't carry him anymore, and the
drudgery of the working week didn't seem to dull the
anxiety that had taken root.
When his cell finally rang nearly a week later, he
recognized the Reed number, and felt that familiar sense
of constriction grab him. Thumbing the button clumsily,
he croaked out, "Yeah?"
A tentative voice that took him a moment to identify –
Jenny – responded, "Hey, Jahn. Can you come over and
talk for a bit?" Not an outright rejection, then. Let it
not be so, the curiously stilted thought tripped through
his head. Of course he could, yes.
When he arrived at their home, there was no sign of
Fiona's vehicle, and Jenny let him in, gesturing him to
the kitchen table. Her expression was a little peaked,
as if she hadn't been getting a great deal of sleep, and
she looked a lot more serious than usual.
Crossing his hands on the table to still them, he
ventured, "So..."
Jenny bit her lip, and then started. "So we fought,
some." He winced, but she continued, raising a hand
dismissively as she looked at him. "Not that much, at
least not that much more than we normally do. We got
over it, and we talked a lot. And talked a lot more."
From the expressions on Jenny's face, Jahn suspected
there had been some crying and apologizing along with
the talking, but didn't interrupt. "The short of it is
that she and I okay again."
That was something of a relief, but didn't answer an
important question. "And..." he prompted.
Looking at him, face suddenly flat of emotion or
expression, she said, "And then there's you." Blonde
hair falling into her eyes, she looked down at her hands
and asked, "I know it's something that some guys might
think weird, while others would consider it a total
turn-on... so I guess... I'll just say it straight.
Would it be a problem for you, going out with Fiona,
while you and I are together?"
Shocked speechless, he could only stare at her, and she
looked up, blue eyes searching him. What the fuck, he
thought. Not that he objected, but... as tactfully as he
was able he asked, "I'm really not sure what to think.
That wouldn't bother _you_?"
Her eyes flashed sapphire. "I'm not thrilled with it,
no. But it's better than nothing, which is what I
expected before I actually talked to Fi. That's what
_we_ worked out, the best solution _we_ could come up
with, because it's a problem otherwise. We're willing to
settle for this, but you have to make a choice too, both
of us or neither of us."
"And," she continued, holding her hand up again before
he could respond, posture tense, and expression slightly
harder. "I don't want you saying yes out of charity, if
you don't really like Fiona. I won't put her through
that."
He considered, but it really wasn't so difficult a
choice. Ten thousand wet dreams are made of this, he
thought wonderingly, but said far more tactfully. "If
she'd given me a better indication that she actually
liked me, you and I might never have gone out; I do like
her and enjoy her company. This... arrangement... would
be okay with me."
Nodding, she said, "I thought you might, but it's
awkward, having you as my boyfriend, and the two of you
having a thing on the side. I get that it means you and
Fi going out, and maybe doing ... the other stuff... as
well." He hadn't really thought that far ahead, but it
made sense, and hmmm, wow, he thought.
//Jenny and Fiona lay on the bed in front of him, clad
in nothing but shadows, lust for him and him alone on
their lovely faces. Sister laid hand on sister's
breasts, whispering, 'Join us...'//
Suddenly, her voice took on a dangerous tone. "And don't
even think for a second that I'm going to dyke it out
with my sister, half or not." Busted, he realized, his
mind furiously backpedaling from the stray thought. "I
know –exactly- how creepy some guys' fantasies get," she
concluded. Oh, right. She'd mentioned a porn collection
when he expressed some surprise at her creativity in the
hotel room.
Shifting uncomfortably, he asked, "So Fiona already
knows we're having this conversation?" Jenny nodded.
"Alright I'll confess, I'm not really sure how to pick
back up with her. Like you said, this arrangement is
strange.
Smiling brightly, she said, "Already thought of that,
and I hope you won't think I'm overstepping by giving
you these..." Rising, she hurried over to the counter
where her purse had sat unnoticed and pulled out a pair
of tickets. "For Friday's concert. You know how much she
loves the Julyus, and the Chevriez are supposed to be
there next week," she said, setting them down on the
table in front of him. Jahn looked up at her, mentally
trying to work out all the dark corners of this rabbit
hole he'd stumbled down, and then decided on simplicity.
"Thanks. I appreciate what you're doing here. I think...
that I can imagine what it's like to be in your shoes."
"You mean that thing with your ex and that guy, Greg?"
Jenny hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Maybe
that's what prompted me to try that idea on Fi. It's...
different for us, I guess, since I know you like us and
actually care."
He shook his head. "It is, but it isn't. I'm not sure I
can really explain it." He'd resented the hell out of
Greg, but even in hindsight wasn't sure if it was simply
because he was blaming Greg for Andrea's lack of
affection, or because he didn't want to share. Maybe
both. It _was_ different, he supposed.
Moving his hand forward, he gently took hold of hers.
"We haven't been together that long, but I'm glad you're
still with me, Jen." She stared down at him, her eyes
suspiciously moist around the edges, but she said firmly
and somewhat fiercely, "Yeah, me too. Just remember that
I have first dibs."
The tender moment might have stretched out painfully,
but she dispelled the somber mood with a cheery "Wanna
go upstairs and fuck?"
***
"Hey, Fiona."
"Ah, hello, Jahn." An awkward pause ensued, silence
waiting on the other end of the phone. "Good to hear
from you again..."
Hell with it, he thought, diving right in. "I came by a
pair of tickets to the Chevriez and was wondering if
you'd like to go with me?"
"I'd love to! I can't imagine where you came by those on
such short notice..." The hint of amusement in her voice
told him that she already knew exactly where he got the
tickets from, but she didn't seem to think any less of
the date for it. Good sign. "Next Friday, right?" He
gave her the specifics and she continued, "Fair warning,
the Julyus charges really pricy rental rates for their
jackets and ties. You'll want to bring something of your
own."
"Ummm...," Jahn murmured, hedging. He owned both, of
course, but they were accessories for work. Slightly
embarrassed, he said as much.
"If you'd like, we could go shopping this weekend to
find you a better suit?" she suggested, her voice
becoming somewhat... shyer? Damned cell, he thought
irritably, while trying to read her over the line. "It's
more expensive, of course, but formal wear is more an
investment than a luxury." Fiona went on to explain why
when he expressed confusion at the sentiment, and he was
surprised to learn just how much of an impression
_exactly_ the right clothes could make. He wondered why
Andrea had never told him that; she'd always dressed to
kill, and he'd felt drab by comparison.
"Sounds great," he agreed. "Let's make an afternoon of
it on Saturday, and I'll buy you dinner when we're
done." Ending the call, he considered just how different
dates both Jenny and Fiona were going to be.
Saturday's excursion turned out to be just the
icebreaker they needed. It wasn't as if they hadn't gone
out together already, but the awkwardness was an ever-
present shadow. From start to finish, the afternoon
swept away all of that – starting with one of her
trademark lingering kisses upon the cheek, a search for
a black dress to go with his suit, and conversation late
into the evening after dinner.
The addition of the dress to their shopping itinerary
had been a real bonus – Fiona had chosen to model some
of her choices for him, and she had as much an eye for
effect as his ex had, finding pieces that complemented
her looks stunningly, each conservative and elegant,
suiting her body and personality perfectly. No small
challenge, with her small stature and petite frame, but
one she passed easily.
Fiona was nowhere near as overtly flirtatious as Jenny,
and he'd half expected both the modeling of her dresses
and the choice of his jacket to be a blushing affair.
Instead, she simply plucked at and arranged his tie,
shirt and jacket like a fussy wife and conducted her own
little display with a beaming smile for all of the
compliments he lavished upon her.
Jahn's world felt settled and right again when, at the
evening's end, she announced that she'd had a lovely
time and was looking forward to the concert. Eyes
shining with dark luster, her face lifted to his for a
proper kiss. It had always seemed to him as if these
kisses should be a difficult task, as both Jenny and
Fiona were so much shorter than he, but when it came
right down to the heart of things, it was... natural, a
simple matter of leaning into it, and enjoying the full
measure of whichever girl's lips he happened to be
kissing.
Jenny kissed the way she made love, vibrant and full of
almost electric energy, but Fiona's lips were feather
light, and no less enthusiastic for their gentle warmth.
Butterfly kisses, came the pained thought as her mouth
fluttered across his, the almost dusky hue of her skin
seeming to melt between them. God save us all from
Country.
As an international song and dance troupe, the Chevries
were all the sensation that Fiona had promised. Arts and
theatre had never really been his bag, but she was
bringing him to realize that he'd been missing out.
Better still was the opportunity to watch her in
rapturous audience to their music and show, completely
lost in the talents of the performers on their stage.
Jahn wasn't sure what it was about her face that
appealed to him so much... her skin a shade or two past
Caucasian, high cheekbones that put him to mind of some
foreign culture. It'd taken him awhile when they'd first
dated to realize that it was some element of Native
American heritage, and she'd named some obscure tribe
when he'd asked. For some reason, Fiona had been
uncomfortable about that subject, so he'd stopped
asking. A pretty face, one that took on almost
otherworldly beauty when she was in what she called her
"groove." Fortunate that she had so much love for the
band; while he didn't think she'd mind him staring,
there was the problem of explaining away the thoughts
that accompanied those looks.
The evening was a fine one, heady with the light wine
they'd shared, and promising more conversation with
Fiona at the restaurant. Though they seemed to talk
endlessly, it was never dull or idle mindless chatter
with her. Dark eyes sparkling with good humor and a
lively intellect to match, the conversations never
lapsed into tedium. He supposed the brunette knew more
about him than Jen did, never monopolizing conversation
towards her, eager to know as much about him as he did
of her.
Inevitably, conversation strayed around to the subject
of Andrea. The topic was like an Achilles hell, and not
one he cared to discuss, but Fiona had a knack for
defusing the more bitter aspects with a dry comment or
some deeper insight than he'd been able to find.
"At one point, I was absolutely certain that she would
be the woman I married someday. The lack of physical
intimacy never really mattered to me, and it took me a
long time to figure out there was nothing there
emotionally. Kind of pathetic, huh?" Staring at his
fork, his mind strayed back to celebrations missed and
times not shared. Why am I dwelling on that shit, he
berated himself, and turned his attention back to his
date.
"No, there's nothing pathetic it. We all want to be
loved." Fiona replied, somewhat dreamily. He realized
that she was lapsing into that state of distraction, and
she seemed to realize it too, catching his stare. Her
cheeks seemed too darkened like shadowy flame with
embarrassment. Almost, the thought came back to him that
she just wasn't interested, before he realized he'd been
down that path before, and been completely wrong.
Remembering that strange comment back in Jenny's room,
things clicked. Really clicked and fell into place, like
the last pieces of a puzzle. The heat of his own cheeks
was suddenly all-consuming, and he could tell from the
slight twist of mirth to her mouth that she'd guessed
the course of his thoughts, his spontaneous
understanding of what was going on in her head.
Casting her eyes downward, she said. "All of us." Words
full of meaning, rich with unspoken promise. When he
finally escorted her to the door of the Reed home, she
pulled him down to kiss her, but it was not a kiss of
farewell. In that moment, it seemed as if the lit houses
up and down the street were eyes upon him as he traced a
hand down the curve of her spine. Fiona shivered against
him, asking, "Will you come in?"
Mutely, he nodded, and followed. Night seemed to take on
a surreal quality, and her home, which he'd been to a
good number of times within the last month was strangely
unfamiliar to him, made more foreign still by her room,
a place he'd not yet visited. Even with the light, it
seemed insubstantial and dreamy, her slender body the
only real thing near to him.
She was the first to act, her hands roaming over his
body, pulling him down for another kiss. No hesitation
for his own part, he eagerly responded, enjoying the
feel of her soft curves. Fiona pulled away briefly, eyes
wide and anxious at the growing tension between them.
"You know..." He knew, she'd said it once, and he only
dimly heard her say it again while he nodded
understanding.
Jahn would be her first, as he'd been Jenny's, but she
wasn't didn't want the rough sexy sex her sister liked,
she wanted gentle sexuality. Making love, not fucking.
No problem. Clothing seemed to fall away, and he enjoyed
each exposure of unexplored skin with new enthusiasm,
fingers and lips eager to claim all of them. The
brunette's response was the same, exploring his flesh as
if it were clay to be shaped in her hands.
They moved together as one to the bed, nude in the half-
light of the room, their shared arousal evident, when a
stray thought occurred to him. He didn't have any
condoms with him. Jenny didn't like them, and he really
hadn't expected the night lo lead here. Whether it was
the stricken expression on his face, or his sudden halt
that alarmed Fiona, he didn't know, but she reacted with
the same hurt expression that had struck a chord with
him before. "Don't you want to...?" she asked, voice
trembling.
Stumbling over himself to assure her that he very much
_did_ want her, he explained. "I ah, don't have any
protection." Relief washed over her face, and her eyes
cut toward the bathroom, a flush of embarrassment rather
than arousal on her cheeks. Following her gaze, he saw
that she was not actually looking within, but at the
dresser next to it, where a small bottle lay. Oh, oh
damn. She had planned for this, had decided that she
would be ready even if he wasn't. "It's... taken care
of" she said, faintly, dark hair shifting around her
face as she looked down. He lifted her chin, tilting her
face upward, and kissed her again, then took her to the
bed.
His entire body seemed to have entered a state of
relaxation, with the exception of his cock, which was
more than ready for her. Her touch upon it was as light
as her kisses on his lips, and she almost seemed to look
as if she were wondering if that were for her. She
allowed him to guide her, taking control of her flesh,
hands sliding from her bare breasts, to her hips, and
then legs, gently pulling them apart. Breath quickening,
she grasped his wrist as he manipulated her body to the
place he would take her.
Her cleft, sparsely populated with brown hair, glistened
invitingly. Fiona watched him examine her with eyes and
fingers both, spreading her there just slightly as he
positioned himself. A single question was obvious on his
lips, and she nodded with a confidence that was not
reflected in her tension beneath him.
Drawing himself forward, he pushed into her, his cock
head pushing through the tightness of her labia, and
seeking the virgin barrier within. Her tension increased
noticeably as he penetrated her, breathing growing more
labored, and he lifted a hand to the base of her neck to
massage her shoulders as he worked his way into her.
Expressive brown eyes stared up into his as he took her,
and her lips, shadowed in darkness, parted to release a
gasp as he began to pierce her hymen.
Fiona flinched, a low cry of pain emerging from her
throat as he broke it with a pronounced thrust. He
started to withdraw to relieve the pressure on her, when
she grasped his wrist again, intent to draw him back
into her clear. Encouraged, he moved into her fully,
claiming her formerly virgin womb with the full girth of
his cock.
Lying side by side as they were, she was unable to wrap
her legs around him, but still spread herself as fully
as she could, hiking the left up and over his kneecap,
attempting to bring him more deeply into herself. Her
hand had released his wrist, and now sought his back,
manicured fingernails digging sharply into him.
With another low cry, she suddenly began to quiver
against him, finding her own pleasure in climax. He
began to move within her, just forcefully enough to
remind her of his active participation in their fucking,
and she went rigid with tension again, lithe body
arching, small breasts jutting from her chest, tipped
with nipples as hard as his erection.
She took as much as he would give her and more, coming
once again and once more, body seeking whatever pleasure
he would give her. The girl's gentle insistence drove
control from his cock, and he found himself coming with
her, semen spilling hotly within.
"Oh... oh..." she gasped, gazing up at him with a wide-
eyed adoration that made him feel more manly than he had
at any other time, even when Jenny was going down on him
like he was the last man on earth. Don't go flexing your
arms, he told himself, thoughts a pleasure-filled
stupor.
***
Jahn couldn't believe how his fortune had been rising,
and it seemed to him as if it had to end soon. He was
fucking two beautiful women who not only knew about t,
but loved him despite it. It seemed as if his luck had
to die a painful, screaming death, and days after taking
Fiona, he would recognize it for truth.
Jenny answered that question for him, though she had no
idea. "My daddy wants to meet you." She said, eyes
betraying some anxiety at the idea.
He should have expected that, really. Unlike him, the
girls still had at least one of their parents, though
Fiona's father had died in an automobile accident. Jahn
hadn't thought to ask about Jenny's dad. "Sure," he
said, more enthusiastically than he felt. "I'd love to
meet him. Should I get reservations somewhere?"
A pained expression crossed her face, "He can't do that,
he's... he's at the Johannes Penitentiary. Maximum
security, he knew. Some of the worst offenders in the
state were housed there. He had no idea what to say to
that.
Sometimes, there are no words.
To be continued...
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