The Thorn in my Side

The Chat

PRESENT DAY:

"I have no idea what you're talking about Brooklyn." Jackson says as he continues the conversation as if I didn't say anything at all.

"Fine. Nevermind then. Now what did you want to talk about?" I ask him.

"How are you?" Jackson asks.

"How am I?!! I'm good. I guess. Uh...how are you?" I say.

"I'm good. Better now that I'm with you." he says honestly. "Honestly, I just want to know how you've been these past 2 years. I know your mom meant a lot to you and losing her must have been hard on you and your dad."

"Yeah, it has been hard. Growing up I always thought I would have both of my parents with me until it was their time. I never thought I would lose my mom so soon. She's been with me every step of the way. Now not having her there for everything is going to feel strange. I mean I'm close to my dad but it's kinda hard to do girl talk with my dad." I say.

"I understand what you mean Brooklyn. When I lost my mom I felt the same way. I thought it was weird at first too." Jackson tells me.

"Wait...you lost your mom too? I never knew that about you. What happened?" I say.

"You never asked and it's not something I can come right out and say. Hey, by the way did you hear I lost my mom? It's not exactly a common conversation starter." he says.

"Do you mind telling me about your mom?" I ask him sincerely.

"I can but I want something in return." Jackson says.

"Of course you want something in return. What is it? What do you want?" I say.

"I want a first date with you Brooklyn." he says in a low voice.

"And what does this first date with you entail?" I ask.

"Nothing you don't want. Let me show you who I am and what we could be together and we'll go from there." he says

"I don't know Jackson. We've been through this before and each time you find some way to sabotage it. How do I know this isn't one of those times?" I say.

"You don't Brooklyn. You're just going to have to take my word for it." he says.

"Well, okay then. Just this once I will say yes but at the first sign of something weird I'm ending the date." I say.

"I'll make it memorable for you. You'll see." he says.

"What about Scarlet? Aren't you in a relationship with her?" I ask.

"Don't worry about Scarlet. She means nothing to me. I really want this to work between us." he says.

I say yes for now to get him off my back but in reality I'm not sure if I actually want to go on this first date with him. If I'm being honest being alone with Jackson makes me nervous. I'd much rather have others around us but I don't tell Jackson this.

"What am I supposed to say to Pierre? You know he doesn't want you anywhere near me." I say.

"You don't have to tell him you're going on a date with me. You can say you're going out with a friend." he suggests.

"Are you encouraging me to lie to Pierre? I don't lie. You know this about me. A lie is where this all started with us." I say.

"I'm not encouraging you to do anything and I didn't lie. You decided to do that all on your own. I bear no responsibility." he says.

"Of course. Typical Jackson. Never taking the blame for anything." I say.

"Whatever. Don't forget our date and wear something nice and dressy." he says.

We get to my next class and he sits in the back of the class. I move to find a seat towards the front of the room but before I can move away from him he snatches my wrist and indicates for me to sit in the seat in front of him. I give him an annoyed look but his stare is insistent and his hold on my wrist gets tighter. Accepting, I begrudgingly plop into the seat in front of his.

"I like to sit near the front of the classroom where I can see everything up close." I tell him.

"And I like to sit near the back of the classroom where I can see everything in front of me from a bird's eyeview." he says.

"Why do I have to sit directly in front of you and why are you in this class? You're not even in the art program." I say.

"I like having you in front of me where I can see you and drink in the smell of you. It makes my c**k hard and because you're mine!" he explains.

"First of all, ewwwww...that was way too much personal information! The state of your anatomy is none of my concern!" I say as I try not to point in that direction but more move my hand in a circling motion in that area. "Second of all, I most certainly am not yours. I am not an object you can lay claim to. I am a person." I continue.

"You love when I talk dirty to you. It turns you on." he says in a low voice next to my ear, making the hairs on my neck stand up. When did he get so close to me and why does his cedar scent always turn me on?

"Are you soaked for me baby? You want me to make you feel better?" he says in a husky voice only I can hear.

I glance around the room at the other students but everyone sits at the front of the room and there are no students anywhere near where we are sitting. We're alone in the back. Jackson quickly pulls me back and out of my seat as he plops me onto his lap so that my back is to his front and both of my legs are on either side of his. I tense as his right hand slowly and lightly moves down the side of my body and trails down to my waist and hip before sliding under the hem of my skirt. I curse myself for wearing a skirt today and giving him easy access to my body. I try to squirm and move away from him but his grip on me is solid, keeping me in place.

"Jackson, let me go. We are in class where the teacher or any of the other students can turn around and see!" I say in a low growl.

"No, you know you want this as much as I do and they can't see anything back here. The lights are off and we're covered in darkness. I just need you to be very quiet when I make you come. Do you think you can do that? Wouldn't want anyone to see what you were doing back here?" he says.

The professor had decided to show us a film about famous painters and while Jackson had a point that it was dark back here and everyone was busily watching the TV that didn't make this any better. It was still wrong.

"I can't do this to Pierre. We are in a relationship!" I say to Jackson, a little too loudly but grateful that no one turned around.

"When you're in my lap you don't talk about or think about another man. Do you hear me?!" he growls.

"And I need you to hear me! I am with Pierre. He is my boyfriend. You are not so please kindly release me from your hold." I say to him in my most polite voice, hoping that he will listen for once.

Of course that was wishful thinking on my part because Jackson King is an arrogant asshole and does whatever the hell he wants.

"Baby, if you sit here in my lap like a good little girl and let me pleasure you I will let you go back to your seat. Do we have a deal?" he asks, mischief in his eyes.

With no other choice left I reluctantly agree to his deal so I slowly nod my head.

I sit deathly still as his right hand continues it's journey slowly up the inside of my legs as Jackson slowly shifts to nudge my legs further apart. As his hand rises and reaches my panties I suck in a deep breath.

"Baby, relax. All I'm interested in is making you feel good." Jackson says.

I must show a little relief because Jackson chuckles in my ear. In one quick motion he moves my panties to one side and boldly inserts his index finger into me. He begins a rhythm of in, out, in, out, in, out while I try to keep from moving against his finger.

"You're soaking wet for me baby, just like I knew you would be. You hear that sucking noise? That's your p***y milking the f**k out of my finger. I can't wait until I can replace my c**k with this finger. You're so ready for me baby!" Jackson says.

Then he inserts two more fingers to join his index finger and I feel like I'm being stretched down there.

"f**k baby, you're so tight! You feel that? That's your p***y taking my fingers in." Jackson says.

It was uncomfortable at first with one finger but as he slowly moved it in and out and now with three fingers pumping inside me I can feel myself getting wetter. A tingle begins to form and rapidly spreads throughout my body as I feel heat and an overwhelming spark ignite through my body like a bomb detonating in my body as my orgasm hits with a blinding force. Jackson must sense it because he places his hand over my mouth to drown out my moans as I come hard against his hand.

"Breathe baby. Breathe." Jackson says to help calm me down as he removes his hand from my mouth. Jackson doesn't know this but that was the first orgasm I've ever had and it was breathtakingly powerful.

"That was..." I say at a loss for words.

"f**k baby. Watching you come apart like that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he confesses.

I gulp, not knowing what to say to that and as I shift I can feel his hard c**k pushing up into my center, demanding attention.

"Uh..." I try to discreetly indicate his c**k without making it obvious.

Jackson chuckles. "Baby, you're not ready for that yet but when you're ready I'm going to bury my c**k so deep inside you that you're going to feel it deep inside your soul." he says.

Well damn! That was very direct! I shift uncomfortably in his lap as I can feel my face get hot.

"It's only a matter of time baby." he says. I tap his leg and he lets me get up and go back to my seat right as the classroom lights turn on signaling the end of the film.

As I pack up my things to leave class Jackson steps into my back inhaling my hair and scent.

"I can't get that out of my head." he says referring to my orgasm. "Have lunch with me. Off campus. I know this cafe near here that makes the most delicious chicken and waffles. Come with me, no strings attached."

"I don't know. Lunch with you is a lot!" I say.

"What have you got to lose?" he says.

"With you it's always uncertain." I say.

BROOKLYN AGE 10:

Lunch has always been my most favorite part of the school day. I love food and the excitement of what lies inside my lunch bag has me racing to the lunch room a little faster. My mom has packed me a homemade lunch each and everyday. I see Lexi and wave hi to her as I quickly make my way over to her. We sit at our usual table by the window that overlooks the school garden. Seeing the bright sun shining on the beautiful blue hydrangeas, pink roses, yellow tulips, and red carnations brings joy to my heart. I sit down and look over at Lexi's lunch to see what she has. Her mom packs her lunch everyday too. She's already laid everything from her lunch out on the lunch table. I do the same as I unpack my lunch. This is a daily ritual so that we can both drink in our lunches. She has a turkey meat sandwich, apple slices, string cheese, and Oreos with a grape juice box. I lay out an egg and ham sandwich, a banana, Sun Maid raisins, and a chocolate chip cookie with an apple juice box. After we tell each other what kind of sandwich we each have we bump our sandwiches together to make a toast and Lexi takes the first bite of her sandwich. I go to take the first bite of my sandwich when it is abruptly knocked out of my hands and I watch in horror as it falls to the floor.

"Oooops! I didn't see you there!" Jackson says as he walks past me on his way to his table while laughing loudly.

The anger that slowly builds within me has me slowly rising out of my chair and stalking over to Jackson until I am mere feet from him.

"You did that on purpose! Say sorry!" I say to him.

He slowly turns to face me and the smile on his face grows wider as he sees me. "I told you it was an accident. I honestly didn't see you while I was walking." Jackson says.

"Whether it was an accident or on purpose you say sorry." I tell him.

"I don't think it was my fault. You were the one with your chair sticking out so the way I look at it it's your fault for leaving your chair sticking out so much." Jackson says.

"SAY YOU'RE SORRY!" I shout at him.

"No! I didn't do anything wrong." Jackson says.

Seeing red the longer this goes on I tackle Jackson to the ground and pound on his chest with my fists repeatedly until I feel the lunch duty teacher pull me away from Jackson and the art teacher pull Jackson to his feet. We both get sent to Principal Cruz' office. Principal Cruz, now familiar with us asks, "Let me guess, you and Jackson were playing a game where you both decided that tackling each other to the ground and pounding your fists on Jackson's chest was fun."

"Uhh...not quite Principal Cruz." Jackson says. "Let me tell you what happened."

"Please do enlighten me." Principal Cruz says to Jackson.

"Well, Brooklyn was trying to show me her lunch. She was so excited to get to me but accidentally tripped on her chair leg and ended up falling on top of me. I caught her with my hands and because Brooklyn didn't like me holding her she was hitting her fists on my chest to get me to let her go so she could get up and that's what happened. So you see we're both innocent in this. I was just helping a friend." Jackson says in a proud voice.

Well...he sure did come up with a story quick I think to myself. Why did he lie about what happened? This story has to be the most ridiculous story he's ever made up.

Principal Cruz accepts Jackson's explanation and without anything further we both are excused to lunch.