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Sweet Dreams: Part 2
Sweet Dreams: Part 2
The Heights of Love: Brandon and Jeannette grow closer, and fulfill Becky's
dreams of love in the Outdoors
Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to
the Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
Distractions.
Brandon tried focusing on his classes as much as he could, but he was once
again distracted. His newfound girlfriend Jeannette turned out to be the
daughter of a sex genie, and their first time making love had unearthed a
rather interesting power – she could see the sexual fantasies of the people
around her, and when Brandon had skin-to-skin contact with her, he could see
them as well.
He had noticed Becky Greenwood's fantasy that morning at school, and for some
reason it appealed to him. On one side, it was rather simple – she wanted to
explore nature with someone she loved. The image that had triggered it was one
of two people holding hands at the top of a mountain, overlooking a pristine
valley. Brandon had been drawn to the innocence and purity of the dream, as
well as the romantic aspects of it. This wasn't just elaborate sex fantasies –
this was about sharing with another person, of love, not just lust. Since Becky
wasn't really a part of any clique at school, Brandon wasn't sure what it would
take to assist her with that fantasy, but he at least wanted to try.
On the other hand, two school days previous had been spent studiously avoiding
a rather embarrassing situation with a classmate, and then when she turned the
situation around on him, the next day trying to keep his thoughts off how his
now girlfriend was trying to entice and seduce him. While he was smart enough
not to have to worry about understanding the material, he was a little worried
about class participation and pop quizzes over the types of obtuse things
teachers like throwing out during classes to trap you and ensure that you were
paying attention to them.
Once school was over, he wasn't sure he had made enough headway in assisting
Becky. Part of the issue was finding the other person for her to be with. For
that, he would need his girlfriend's help, as she was able to see fantasies all
the time, and he only could when they touched. Most teachers heavily frowned
upon public displays of affection, so he was going to have a rough time of it.
He wanted to enlist his girlfriend's aid, but she was a little distracted at
the moment. “Since we're going to your place so I can have dinner with your
parents, what time will they get home?”, she asked as soon as he got in the
car.
“Mom will be home at 3:30, 4 at the latest.” he replied quickly, “But dad will
be around 5:30. I think he is making sure he isn't forced to work late tonight,
since this is so important to both of them.”
She looked over at him with a conniving grin before turning her attention back
to the road. “Perfect, just what I was hoping.” She smirked, very happy with
his answer, “I have been forced to look at everybody's fantasies all day long.
And being forced to do so only made me desperate to have you all day long as
well. And with that kind of build up all day, I need release as soon as
possible. If you dare tease me and try to be your usual sweet self, I will
scream, and not in a good way. So no playing or toying, I want it right away,
and straight to the point.”
Brandon had to grin. Having an assertive girlfriend certainly had its
advantages. No need to worry if she was in the mood, she just made sure he knew
it. A guy could get used to this.
She made sure her point was crystal clear as soon as they got out of the car,
and into the house. She immediately took his hand and led him up the stairs.
She looked at the four doors at the top, and looked back at him impatiently. He
quickly pointed to which door was his, and she practically whipped him past her
into the room.
She surveyed the room like a hawk, taking in every detail in a rapid turn of
her head. Her eyes alighted on his desk. She grinned evilly, walked up to it,
then undid her slacks, and pulled them down along with her thong in a fluid
motion. She didn't even bend back up at the waist, and looked back over her
shoulder at him with her forearms resting on his desk, her frustration at him
for daring not to be already inside her more than evident.
Not wanting to be on her bad side, he quickly dropped his own pants and boxers,
and slid in behind her. They did a little bouncing up and down to best align
themselves, then he put his tip right up to her slit, and before he could try
and slide in, she thrust back, taking all of him inside her. He gasped at how
hot and tight she was, and was more than a little worried about how much he
imagined that would have hurt her – she was a virgin until yesterday after all.
However, she did not show any ill effects from the rapid insertion, so he
started doing what his body demanded he do. He thrust powerfully, finding the
sound of their bodies slapping together oddly amusing, as well as more than a
little arousing.
She pushed back hard on him every time he thrust inwards,
ensuring he filled her to the limit, and he aided her by pulling her hips
towards him on every stroke. She groaned against him, and lowered her chest and
head down to the desk, and at the same time angling her clit up so his balls
slapped against it every time he thrust. The pace was frantic and unrelenting,
powerful and quick. Since it was only his second time, he was worried that he
wouldn't last long enough to allow her to get her long anticipated release, and
he was certainly not going to chance her response if he couldn't hold back his
own climax.
He needn't have worried, as only a few moments later her thrusts became less
rhythmic and more jarring, and her already heavy breathing turned to pants. She
screamed in release, and the additional moistness and heat pushed Brandon over
the edge. He peeled his hands from where they felt like they had been glued to
her pelvis, and wrapped them around her waist, giving her a hug that she sighed
into, before pulling out of her completely.
She stayed on his desk for a few minutes more, catching her breath and coming
down from the passion that had been burning in her the entire day. She purred
contentedly, and then finally raised herself up, and started pulling up her
clothes.
“That was amazing. How could I every ask for anyone better than you? Romantic
whenever possible, but still able to be a Neanderthal right when I need him to
be. That was just perfect. Thank you honey.”, she finished, giving him a peck
on the cheek, “I'm going to go wash up so your mom won't catch me like this.
But I'm still having aftershocks. That will definitely be happening again
sometime soon. Phew. What a man I have...”
With that, she left. Brandon realized that she had no idea where the bathroom
was, but he was sure she could figure it out. He was still too shocked and
breathless to try and croak out a response, so he hoped for the best. The sound
of running water soon after laid rest to his concerns, and he flopped backwards
onto his bed after pulling up his pants, sighing heavily when his breath
finally came back and his heart rate returned to normal. He had no idea how he
was going to keep up with this woman, but he was more than happy to let her get
him into shape.
She came back into the room a few minutes later, and smiled down at him. “While
I would love nothing more to join you down there, I think your mom would
appreciate it more if we were in the living room when she got home. Care to
come downstairs with me and maybe do some homework for once?”
He looked up at her, eyes still slightly unfocused, and nodded. He wondered how
on earth she could even contemplate studying at that moment, but she did have a
valid point. He resignedly rolled himself off the bed, not having the energy to
sit up quite yet, and walked back downstairs with her.
Impressive Impressions.
After a few minutes, the fog had lifted, and he did find himself able to
concentrate on doing some of the homework.
He was distracted numerous times by looking over at the woman he still couldn't
believe loved him and was with him, but he made a valiant effort and succeeded
in doing more than he had originally thought he could. Actually, Jeannette
turned out to be a great study partner, and since they had a number of classes
together, they found that working together they got quite a lot accomplished.
His mother came in around 4:15, carrying a couple of bags of groceries, as she
had not had much time to prepare for Jeannette coming over, and like most
mothers wanted to prove her “from scratch” cooking skills. This was especially
the case since with a boy that used to be as reclusive as Brandon, she didn't
get the opportunity very often. Actually, as this was the first girlfriend he
had ever had, she seemed doubly obsessed with getting everything exactly right.
She seemed rather pleased that her son and his girlfriend studiously worked on
homework while she prepared the dinner, and smiled out at them quite often,
enjoying this vision she had earlier begun to worry may never happen. The fact
that Jeannette seemed more than a match for her son's intellect certainly
didn't hurt things either, and Brandon could sometimes see her shake her head
in disbelief as she went back to her cooking.
His mother needn't have worried, dinner was of course a masterpiece, and
everything went exceptionally well. His mother was polite and caring, and would
occasionally give her son quick looks of deep pleasure and affirmation that she
was quite impressed with his choice of women. Brandon figured that since
psychologists like to say that men married their mothers that his mother took
it as an extremely high compliment that this was the girl he had chosen to
bring home for her approval.
His dad was a different matter, although he was also singularly impressed.
Jeannette was almost the only person he looked at the entire night, and he was
slightly more of a goofball than he usually was, making more offhanded jokes
than typical. Brandon figured he was nervous, wanting Jeannette to feel
welcome, but like most men felt the desperate need to impress and be liked by a
beautiful woman. Brandon knew Jeannette didn't mind at all though, and handled
the entire dinner with a perfect ease and comfort that amazed him. He would
squeeze her hand regularly to show his support, caring and admiration of him,
and on numerous occasions their eyes would meet, and pure love would be transmitted
between the two of them.
After desert, they adjourned to the living room, and talked some more, although
much more informally. At around 9:00, Brandon's mom apologized profusely for
keeping her out so late on a school night, and thanked her for spending time
with them.
Jeannette thanked his mother for her superb cooking, and was of course invited
to join them for dinners any time. She replied by stating that she would likely
be spending a lot of time over their house, and didn't want to be an inconvenience.
Before his mother could respond, she then stated that she would like to make
them all dinner some night if they would allow her the use of their kitchen.
Brandon's mothers eyes went extremely wide at that idea, and she was obviously
duly impressed with both her manners and her likely skills. She again looked at
Brandon and without saying a word let him know how much she approved of
Jeannette.
After saying their goodbyes, Brandon walked her out to her car, and gave
Jeannette a chaste kiss, as he expected his parents to be watching, although he
thought they very likely each had different motivations. He thanked her for
everything, and then headed inside, steeling himself for his parent's high
praise they would likely heap upon the two of them.
Back to Work.
Later in bed, he realized he still had not had a chance to talk to Jeannette
about finding the right guy for Becky, so he put their ability to talk mind to
mind to good use. “Jeannette, do you have a few minutes?”
“If you want them. I was kind of involved formulating a rather detailed fantasy
of you curling up in bed with me to aid me in falling asleep, but talking to
you can be relaxing as well. Did your parents say anything I should know after
I left? Did I do ok?”
“You did marvelous. Let's just say that I think that if I had told them I
wanted to marry you, they would have put me in the car, driven me to the store,
banged on the door until the owner let us in, and then bought the ring for me.
My mother gave me explicit instructions to not screw this up and to treat you
like the woman you are. And my dad, well, he just basically told me he was
proud of me, and was thrilled that I had found someone that complimented me so
well. All in all, yeah, I think you made the best impression that was humanly
possible.”
“Good. I figured it went well, I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything
I needed to be aware of next time I come over. We should also figure out a time
that our parents can meet. Now that they all approve, and since you and I have
already decided we are in it for good, we might as well get them used to each
other.”
“I like that idea, and it would be nice to do something before the holidays get
started, and get both families connected with one another before we get too busy.
Now, onto the business of why I needed to talk to you. We didn't get a chance
to really discuss Becky after school. Since I can't see everyone's fantasies
all the time, I can't look as heavily for the person who might make a good
match. Can you keep an eye out tomorrow, and maybe we can find someone then and
better develop a plan over the weekend?”
“Sure, I can do that. I did a little of it today, but I was trying to pay
attention to the classes as much as I could, although some of the fantasies I
saw were a little distracting. However, you should know that pulling your
girlfriend out her reverie of imagining herself with you to discuss another
woman will not get you very many brownie points, although I'll let you slide a
little since it is for purely altruistic reasons.”
“Well then, what if I told you about how much I would love to hold you tight in
my arms, to feel your head on my chest, one hand caressing your back, and the
other stroking your face and hair? Feeling your breath on my skin as we kept
each other feeling safe and warm, keeping the cold at bay by snuggling ever
closer together, as much in contact with each other as we could be, the
blankets shielding us from the outside world as we lost time in the closeness
of our embrace. I would kiss your forehead and tell you how much I loved you,
as you cuddled up ever tighter to me, feeling protected and cared for, and
without a worry in the world to distract you. Would that help a little?”
A soft and languid sigh was the only response, and Brandon found himself
wrapped in the fantasy as well, which translated perfectly into his dream
world, where they spent the entire time together.
The next day at school, Jeannette greeted him with a kiss, her eyelids slightly
drooping. “That was some of the best sleep I've had in years. The only thing
that would make it better would be for me to take you home right now and force
you to make it real. And I am so relaxed now I couldn't care less what anyone
else would do or say.”
“I'm glad you liked it. I slept pretty well too, but the pillow is a pitiful
replacement for you, and it wasn't quite the same. Some day we will have to
figure out how to at least get a long nap in. I don't think my parents are
quite ready for overnights though.”
She pouted in response to this, but turned, took his hand, rested her head on
his shoulder and sighed. “In that case then, I may as well resign myself to
classes again. At least it's Friday. Speaking of which, what are our plans for
the weekend?”
“Depends on whether you find a guy for Becky today or not. I want to spend as
much of it with you as possible, so I'll be happy with almost anything. The
past few days have been such a whirlwind though that I don't want to over-plan
it. We've done all the things we needed, to begin our relationship, now I just
want to enjoy actually just being with you. Can you cope with that?”
“I guess so, if I must.”, she smiled up at him, “Although there was that a nap
that I was hoping we could try to squeeze in.”
“Sleep would be lovely, I certainly enjoyed waking up with you the other day.”
They arrived at their class soon after, and got caught up in their daily
schedule.
Just before last period, Jeannette contacted Brandon. “I think I found the
perfect guy!”
“Really? Who?”
“Rob Newman.”
“You're kidding me. They are from completely different worlds. Does he have the
same fantasy?”
“Not really, although he does seem to be rather sweet with what he wishes for.
No, it was actually because he was talking about how he has been leading hikes
during the weekends, and he hopes the weather continues to hold out.”
“I assume you attempted to figure out where he has been working?”
“Yup. I mentioned to him we were looking for a fun date idea, and he gave me a
funny look, then immediately warmed up to me. He seemed so much more alive when
he was talking to me all about it. He's leading one on Sunday. Think you can
convince Becky to come too?”
“I can sure try. If not, hopefully we can get a rain check. Give me a few
minutes after school to talk to her though. And no getting all jealous again.”
“Just promise me you'll make it up to me as soon as we get home. It's been a
long week, and I think I deserve some pampering.”
“I've had a long week too, you know. When do I get some pampering?”
“You get it all the time. Now let me get back to class, and be good with Becky.
If you take too long I am liable to come find you and drag you home.”
“Yes, Dear.”
As soon as school ended, Brandon rushed around to find Becky, and found her
making a hasty retreat from the school. She always seemed to be uncomfortable
around crowds, and disappeared quickly when attendance was no longer mandatory.
“Hey, Becky, can I ask you some advice?”
She turned around slowly, absolutely stunned, as Brandon ran up to her
breathlessly.
“Becky, as I'm sure you've heard, Jeannette and I started dating recently, and
she doesn't like the typical dinner and a movie idea. So, she wants us to go
hiking on Sunday at Crestview mountain, but I'm not sure exactly what I should
bring. I know you like the outdoors. Can you give me a little help?”
As Becky started questioning him further about where they were hiking, she got
more animated, and gave Brandon detailed information on what basic things he
should think about. He was obviously ill equipped for a the hike, but she told
him what things he could get away with. The few things she said he absolutely
had to have were luckily relatively cheap.
“Becky, you obviously know way more about this than I do. I really appreciate
all your help, it's been invaluable. You know, if you aren't doing anything, it
would be awesome if you would come along with us, and make sure we stayed safe
and didn't take a wrong turn. I'd be eternally grateful if you wouldn't mind
helping me out. I would hate to have her break something so early in our
relationship.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a third wheel. Although I do love that
mountain. It has a wonderful view on the top.”
“Absolutely. In fact, I think we both would appreciate it. It would feel far
less like a date, and much more like just hanging out, which is what the both
of us prefer. Can we pick you up around 7:00 to make sure we get there on time?
I'll buy the coffee too if you want any.”
“No coffee for me, but it sounds like fun.” She texted him her address so he
would also have her phone number, and they smiled at each other as they walked
away. Brandon was shocked at how easily that had gone. Then again, just being
nice to people and making them feel valuable and important usually did wonders
for a relationship.
Pleasant Presents.
Brandon was beaming as he slid into Jeannette's car. “All set, we are on for
Sunday. I wish we could sleep in, but it might be nice to get out for a while
as well.” Jeannette nodded her agreement, then drove them to her house to relax
for a while, since the hard part of getting them all together seemed to finally
be completed.
They greeted her parents, and made their way up to Jeannette's room. As she
entered her room, she stopped short, and Brandon bumped into her by accident.
He turned to see her eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock.
“You like it?”, Jen queried as she walked up the stairs behind them, “I thought
it was about time we gave you a minor upgrade.”
Brandon turned to the room then, and was shocked. The room had been rearranged,
with an enormous bed in the center, and two nightstand
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The Heights of Love: Brandon and Jeannette grow closer, and fulfill Becky's
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Based on a post by Cryonic. Listen to
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Novels.
Distractions.
Brandon tried focusing on his classes as much as he could, but he was once
again distracted. His newfound girlfriend Jeannette turned out to be the
daughter of a sex genie, and their first time making love had unearthed a
rather interesting power – she could see the sexual fantasies of the people
around her, and when Brandon had skin-to-skin contact with her, he could see
them as well.
He had noticed Becky Greenwood's fantasy that morning at school, and for some
reason it appealed to him. On one side, it was rather simple – she wanted to
explore nature with someone she loved. The image that had triggered it was one
of two people holding hands at the top of a mountain, overlooking a pristine
valley. Brandon had been drawn to the innocence and purity of the dream, as
well as the romantic aspects of it. This wasn't just elaborate sex fantasies –
this was about sharing with another person, of love, not just lust. Since Becky
wasn't really a part of any clique at school, Brandon wasn't sure what it would
take to assist her with that fantasy, but he at least wanted to try.
On the other hand, two school days previous had been spent studiously avoiding
a rather embarrassing situation with a classmate, and then when she turned the
situation around on him, the next day trying to keep his thoughts off how his
now girlfriend was trying to entice and seduce him. While he was smart enough
not to have to worry about understanding the material, he was a little worried
about class participation and pop quizzes over the types of obtuse things
teachers like throwing out during classes to trap you and ensure that you were
paying attention to them.
Once school was over, he wasn't sure he had made enough headway in assisting
Becky. Part of the issue was finding the other person for her to be with. For
that, he would need his girlfriend's help, as she was able to see fantasies all
the time, and he only could when they touched. Most teachers heavily frowned
upon public displays of affection, so he was going to have a rough time of it.
He wanted to enlist his girlfriend's aid, but she was a little distracted at
the moment. “Since we're going to your place so I can have dinner with your
parents, what time will they get home?”, she asked as soon as he got in the
car.
“Mom will be home at 3:30, 4 at the latest.” he replied quickly, “But dad will
be around 5:30. I think he is making sure he isn't forced to work late tonight,
since this is so important to both of them.”
She looked over at him with a conniving grin before turning her attention back
to the road. “Perfect, just what I was hoping.” She smirked, very happy with
his answer, “I have been forced to look at everybody's fantasies all day long.
And being forced to do so only made me desperate to have you all day long as
well. And with that kind of build up all day, I need release as soon as
possible. If you dare tease me and try to be your usual sweet self, I will
scream, and not in a good way. So no playing or toying, I want it right away,
and straight to the point.”
Brandon had to grin. Having an assertive girlfriend certainly had its
advantages. No need to worry if she was in the mood, she just made sure he knew
it. A guy could get used to this.
She made sure her point was crystal clear as soon as they got out of the car,
and into the house. She immediately took his hand and led him up the stairs.
She looked at the four doors at the top, and looked back at him impatiently. He
quickly pointed to which door was his, and she practically whipped him past her
into the room.
She surveyed the room like a hawk, taking in every detail in a rapid turn of
her head. Her eyes alighted on his desk. She grinned evilly, walked up to it,
then undid her slacks, and pulled them down along with her thong in a fluid
motion. She didn't even bend back up at the waist, and looked back over her
shoulder at him with her forearms resting on his desk, her frustration at him
for daring not to be already inside her more than evident.
Not wanting to be on her bad side, he quickly dropped his own pants and boxers,
and slid in behind her. They did a little bouncing up and down to best align
themselves, then he put his tip right up to her slit, and before he could try
and slide in, she thrust back, taking all of him inside her. He gasped at how
hot and tight she was, and was more than a little worried about how much he
imagined that would have hurt her – she was a virgin until yesterday after all.
However, she did not show any ill effects from the rapid insertion, so he
started doing what his body demanded he do. He thrust powerfully, finding the
sound of their bodies slapping together oddly amusing, as well as more than a
little arousing.
She pushed back hard on him every time he thrust inwards,
ensuring he filled her to the limit, and he aided her by pulling her hips
towards him on every stroke. She groaned against him, and lowered her chest and
head down to the desk, and at the same time angling her clit up so his balls
slapped against it every time he thrust. The pace was frantic and unrelenting,
powerful and quick. Since it was only his second time, he was worried that he
wouldn't last long enough to allow her to get her long anticipated release, and
he was certainly not going to chance her response if he couldn't hold back his
own climax.
He needn't have worried, as only a few moments later her thrusts became less
rhythmic and more jarring, and her already heavy breathing turned to pants. She
screamed in release, and the additional moistness and heat pushed Brandon over
the edge. He peeled his hands from where they felt like they had been glued to
her pelvis, and wrapped them around her waist, giving her a hug that she sighed
into, before pulling out of her completely.
She stayed on his desk for a few minutes more, catching her breath and coming
down from the passion that had been burning in her the entire day. She purred
contentedly, and then finally raised herself up, and started pulling up her
clothes.
“That was amazing. How could I every ask for anyone better than you? Romantic
whenever possible, but still able to be a Neanderthal right when I need him to
be. That was just perfect. Thank you honey.”, she finished, giving him a peck
on the cheek, “I'm going to go wash up so your mom won't catch me like this.
But I'm still having aftershocks. That will definitely be happening again
sometime soon. Phew. What a man I have...”
With that, she left. Brandon realized that she had no idea where the bathroom
was, but he was sure she could figure it out. He was still too shocked and
breathless to try and croak out a response, so he hoped for the best. The sound
of running water soon after laid rest to his concerns, and he flopped backwards
onto his bed after pulling up his pants, sighing heavily when his breath
finally came back and his heart rate returned to normal. He had no idea how he
was going to keep up with this woman, but he was more than happy to let her get
him into shape.
She came back into the room a few minutes later, and smiled down at him. “While
I would love nothing more to join you down there, I think your mom would
appreciate it more if we were in the living room when she got home. Care to
come downstairs with me and maybe do some homework for once?”
He looked up at her, eyes still slightly unfocused, and nodded. He wondered how
on earth she could even contemplate studying at that moment, but she did have a
valid point. He resignedly rolled himself off the bed, not having the energy to
sit up quite yet, and walked back downstairs with her.
Impressive Impressions.
After a few minutes, the fog had lifted, and he did find himself able to
concentrate on doing some of the homework.
He was distracted numerous times by looking over at the woman he still couldn't
believe loved him and was with him, but he made a valiant effort and succeeded
in doing more than he had originally thought he could. Actually, Jeannette
turned out to be a great study partner, and since they had a number of classes
together, they found that working together they got quite a lot accomplished.
His mother came in around 4:15, carrying a couple of bags of groceries, as she
had not had much time to prepare for Jeannette coming over, and like most
mothers wanted to prove her “from scratch” cooking skills. This was especially
the case since with a boy that used to be as reclusive as Brandon, she didn't
get the opportunity very often. Actually, as this was the first girlfriend he
had ever had, she seemed doubly obsessed with getting everything exactly right.
She seemed rather pleased that her son and his girlfriend studiously worked on
homework while she prepared the dinner, and smiled out at them quite often,
enjoying this vision she had earlier begun to worry may never happen. The fact
that Jeannette seemed more than a match for her son's intellect certainly
didn't hurt things either, and Brandon could sometimes see her shake her head
in disbelief as she went back to her cooking.
His mother needn't have worried, dinner was of course a masterpiece, and
everything went exceptionally well. His mother was polite and caring, and would
occasionally give her son quick looks of deep pleasure and affirmation that she
was quite impressed with his choice of women. Brandon figured that since
psychologists like to say that men married their mothers that his mother took
it as an extremely high compliment that this was the girl he had chosen to
bring home for her approval.
His dad was a different matter, although he was also singularly impressed.
Jeannette was almost the only person he looked at the entire night, and he was
slightly more of a goofball than he usually was, making more offhanded jokes
than typical. Brandon figured he was nervous, wanting Jeannette to feel
welcome, but like most men felt the desperate need to impress and be liked by a
beautiful woman. Brandon knew Jeannette didn't mind at all though, and handled
the entire dinner with a perfect ease and comfort that amazed him. He would
squeeze her hand regularly to show his support, caring and admiration of him,
and on numerous occasions their eyes would meet, and pure love would be transmitted
between the two of them.
After desert, they adjourned to the living room, and talked some more, although
much more informally. At around 9:00, Brandon's mom apologized profusely for
keeping her out so late on a school night, and thanked her for spending time
with them.
Jeannette thanked his mother for her superb cooking, and was of course invited
to join them for dinners any time. She replied by stating that she would likely
be spending a lot of time over their house, and didn't want to be an inconvenience.
Before his mother could respond, she then stated that she would like to make
them all dinner some night if they would allow her the use of their kitchen.
Brandon's mothers eyes went extremely wide at that idea, and she was obviously
duly impressed with both her manners and her likely skills. She again looked at
Brandon and without saying a word let him know how much she approved of
Jeannette.
After saying their goodbyes, Brandon walked her out to her car, and gave
Jeannette a chaste kiss, as he expected his parents to be watching, although he
thought they very likely each had different motivations. He thanked her for
everything, and then headed inside, steeling himself for his parent's high
praise they would likely heap upon the two of them.
Back to Work.
Later in bed, he realized he still had not had a chance to talk to Jeannette
about finding the right guy for Becky, so he put their ability to talk mind to
mind to good use. “Jeannette, do you have a few minutes?”
“If you want them. I was kind of involved formulating a rather detailed fantasy
of you curling up in bed with me to aid me in falling asleep, but talking to
you can be relaxing as well. Did your parents say anything I should know after
I left? Did I do ok?”
“You did marvelous. Let's just say that I think that if I had told them I
wanted to marry you, they would have put me in the car, driven me to the store,
banged on the door until the owner let us in, and then bought the ring for me.
My mother gave me explicit instructions to not screw this up and to treat you
like the woman you are. And my dad, well, he just basically told me he was
proud of me, and was thrilled that I had found someone that complimented me so
well. All in all, yeah, I think you made the best impression that was humanly
possible.”
“Good. I figured it went well, I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything
I needed to be aware of next time I come over. We should also figure out a time
that our parents can meet. Now that they all approve, and since you and I have
already decided we are in it for good, we might as well get them used to each
other.”
“I like that idea, and it would be nice to do something before the holidays get
started, and get both families connected with one another before we get too busy.
Now, onto the business of why I needed to talk to you. We didn't get a chance
to really discuss Becky after school. Since I can't see everyone's fantasies
all the time, I can't look as heavily for the person who might make a good
match. Can you keep an eye out tomorrow, and maybe we can find someone then and
better develop a plan over the weekend?”
“Sure, I can do that. I did a little of it today, but I was trying to pay
attention to the classes as much as I could, although some of the fantasies I
saw were a little distracting. However, you should know that pulling your
girlfriend out her reverie of imagining herself with you to discuss another
woman will not get you very many brownie points, although I'll let you slide a
little since it is for purely altruistic reasons.”
“Well then, what if I told you about how much I would love to hold you tight in
my arms, to feel your head on my chest, one hand caressing your back, and the
other stroking your face and hair? Feeling your breath on my skin as we kept
each other feeling safe and warm, keeping the cold at bay by snuggling ever
closer together, as much in contact with each other as we could be, the
blankets shielding us from the outside world as we lost time in the closeness
of our embrace. I would kiss your forehead and tell you how much I loved you,
as you cuddled up ever tighter to me, feeling protected and cared for, and
without a worry in the world to distract you. Would that help a little?”
A soft and languid sigh was the only response, and Brandon found himself
wrapped in the fantasy as well, which translated perfectly into his dream
world, where they spent the entire time together.
The next day at school, Jeannette greeted him with a kiss, her eyelids slightly
drooping. “That was some of the best sleep I've had in years. The only thing
that would make it better would be for me to take you home right now and force
you to make it real. And I am so relaxed now I couldn't care less what anyone
else would do or say.”
“I'm glad you liked it. I slept pretty well too, but the pillow is a pitiful
replacement for you, and it wasn't quite the same. Some day we will have to
figure out how to at least get a long nap in. I don't think my parents are
quite ready for overnights though.”
She pouted in response to this, but turned, took his hand, rested her head on
his shoulder and sighed. “In that case then, I may as well resign myself to
classes again. At least it's Friday. Speaking of which, what are our plans for
the weekend?”
“Depends on whether you find a guy for Becky today or not. I want to spend as
much of it with you as possible, so I'll be happy with almost anything. The
past few days have been such a whirlwind though that I don't want to over-plan
it. We've done all the things we needed, to begin our relationship, now I just
want to enjoy actually just being with you. Can you cope with that?”
“I guess so, if I must.”, she smiled up at him, “Although there was that a nap
that I was hoping we could try to squeeze in.”
“Sleep would be lovely, I certainly enjoyed waking up with you the other day.”
They arrived at their class soon after, and got caught up in their daily
schedule.
Just before last period, Jeannette contacted Brandon. “I think I found the
perfect guy!”
“Really? Who?”
“Rob Newman.”
“You're kidding me. They are from completely different worlds. Does he have the
same fantasy?”
“Not really, although he does seem to be rather sweet with what he wishes for.
No, it was actually because he was talking about how he has been leading hikes
during the weekends, and he hopes the weather continues to hold out.”
“I assume you attempted to figure out where he has been working?”
“Yup. I mentioned to him we were looking for a fun date idea, and he gave me a
funny look, then immediately warmed up to me. He seemed so much more alive when
he was talking to me all about it. He's leading one on Sunday. Think you can
convince Becky to come too?”
“I can sure try. If not, hopefully we can get a rain check. Give me a few
minutes after school to talk to her though. And no getting all jealous again.”
“Just promise me you'll make it up to me as soon as we get home. It's been a
long week, and I think I deserve some pampering.”
“I've had a long week too, you know. When do I get some pampering?”
“You get it all the time. Now let me get back to class, and be good with Becky.
If you take too long I am liable to come find you and drag you home.”
“Yes, Dear.”
As soon as school ended, Brandon rushed around to find Becky, and found her
making a hasty retreat from the school. She always seemed to be uncomfortable
around crowds, and disappeared quickly when attendance was no longer mandatory.
“Hey, Becky, can I ask you some advice?”
She turned around slowly, absolutely stunned, as Brandon ran up to her
breathlessly.
“Becky, as I'm sure you've heard, Jeannette and I started dating recently, and
she doesn't like the typical dinner and a movie idea. So, she wants us to go
hiking on Sunday at Crestview mountain, but I'm not sure exactly what I should
bring. I know you like the outdoors. Can you give me a little help?”
As Becky started questioning him further about where they were hiking, she got
more animated, and gave Brandon detailed information on what basic things he
should think about. He was obviously ill equipped for a the hike, but she told
him what things he could get away with. The few things she said he absolutely
had to have were luckily relatively cheap.
“Becky, you obviously know way more about this than I do. I really appreciate
all your help, it's been invaluable. You know, if you aren't doing anything, it
would be awesome if you would come along with us, and make sure we stayed safe
and didn't take a wrong turn. I'd be eternally grateful if you wouldn't mind
helping me out. I would hate to have her break something so early in our
relationship.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a third wheel. Although I do love that
mountain. It has a wonderful view on the top.”
“Absolutely. In fact, I think we both would appreciate it. It would feel far
less like a date, and much more like just hanging out, which is what the both
of us prefer. Can we pick you up around 7:00 to make sure we get there on time?
I'll buy the coffee too if you want any.”
“No coffee for me, but it sounds like fun.” She texted him her address so he
would also have her phone number, and they smiled at each other as they walked
away. Brandon was shocked at how easily that had gone. Then again, just being
nice to people and making them feel valuable and important usually did wonders
for a relationship.
Pleasant Presents.
Brandon was beaming as he slid into Jeannette's car. “All set, we are on for
Sunday. I wish we could sleep in, but it might be nice to get out for a while
as well.” Jeannette nodded her agreement, then drove them to her house to relax
for a while, since the hard part of getting them all together seemed to finally
be completed.
They greeted her parents, and made their way up to Jeannette's room. As she
entered her room, she stopped short, and Brandon bumped into her by accident.
He turned to see her eyes wide, mouth slightly open in shock.
“You like it?”, Jen queried as she walked up the stairs behind them, “I thought
it was about time we gave you a minor upgrade.”
Brandon turned to the room then, and was shocked. The room had been rearranged,
with an enormous bed in the center, and two nightstand