The Date Planner

1.17. Wild Dreams

I feel the sheets underneath my n***d and sensitive skin as I lay down on them gently. Easing my way into the covers, arching my back as I feel it grazing my tender n*****s.

My hands start working on my body as I slide them from my thighs to my neck only stopping enough to gently squeeze the globes on my chest and arching my back again, getting more wet with every minute in that place between my legs.

I moan softly before sliding one of my hands from my neck to that wet-ness while the other hand works on my breast, squeezing them enough to elicit a moan as anticipation builds in my core.

Just when I'm about to reach my c**t, a hand stops me and instantly my eyes blink open to a pair of familiar ones.

"Jason?"

"Yup that's me, now where were we, love?" he wonders about himself.

My heart rate increases as I realize he's hovering over me.

Oh My God.

"Ah, yes. I was supposed to satisfy the f**k out of you"

And with that, his lips slam into mine as I feel his hands attack my n***d body and I instantly moan out his name, arching into him reflexively.

His lips are hungry and passionate as they trace mine again and again, not leaving a single space to breath in air.

Fuck.

I feel his hands sliding over my body and I nearly come there.

They're like d**g, his kisses. Taking me into an abyss of passion and hunger I've never felt before. Something completely beyond my imagination.

I try to touch him but his hands grab a hold of my wrists pinning them above my head as I gasp into his mouth which he swallows effectively.

Our tongues dance together and I want more of him. One of his hands slowly and torturous-ly makes its way down to my core and I convulge inside by the pressure of it all.

And just about when I feel his hand slide over my c**t, I wake up gasping in my sweat, hair disarray and tumbling down my shoulders.

Fuck, did I just have a s*x dream about Jason Faux A. K. A. my best friend?

Holy s**t.

The sunlight streams in through the window, bringing in enough sunlight to see everything.

I try to sit up and that's when I feel it.

Ughhhh

The soreness between my thighs, very slight but evident to know I did something last night.

I peek underneath my sheets only to realize I'm completely n***d. My head pounds as last night's events flash before my eyes in bits and pieces and I recall what happened.

With one hand covering me with the sheets and the other holding my head, I groan loudly in annoyance as my eyes roll back into my head literally.

So much for a break from everything.

"Justine?", someone knocks on my bedroom door.

Uh-oh.

I think to myself as my ears suddenly perk up like an alert dog's.

"No, No! Don't come in!", I shout grabbing for the sheets to swallow me whole.

"You okay in there?"

"Yes, I'm fine", I comment back annoyed at the prying person who I'm not able to put a finger on considering my heads pounding.

Scrambling for my bathing robe, I stumble my way to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll be out in a few", I shout from in front of my mirror as I adjust my hair into a bun and look for anything out of the ordinary.

Seems about fine. Except for the dead bags underneath my eyes and the fact that I look pretty beat up.

Anyhow, I just head out of the room however the way I looked because honestly, I just woke up.

Give me a break.

The guy, whoever it is I'm not able to recall due to the haze of my mind has to understand or he's going to be kicked out immediately.

Yup, hungover Justine is not my favorite either.

I stomp my way slowly to the kitchen only to be met with the sight of Clinton sitting at my breakfast bar, typing away at his phone with a frown on his face.

Two styrofoam cups of - I'm assuming coffee - in front of him with something packed in a paper bag beside them.

I slowly walk to him and sit on the stool beside him. He doesn't even glance my way. So I do the next best thing. I just stare at his profile with my chin resting on my fist and my cheek squished, slightly.

I extend my hand absentmindedly towards one of the cups only for it to be slapped away.

"Hey", I sit up immediately and glare at him.

Him being the stubborn a*s he is glares back at me, phone completely forgotten now. One of his hands makes way to the pocket of his jeans and he fishes out something.

My eyes follow his hand blindly as I see him slam a pack of advils on the bar.

"Have that first then you can drink and eat", he nudges the packaged paper bag slightly towards me.

I look at all three items as my head fogs up again and I clutch it before getting up and obeying him.

As for him, he just goes back to texting with the frown back on.

I fish for water after circling the bar to the center of the kitchen and gulp down one tablet, facing my back to him.

Shaking my head one time, I turn towards the bar and grab for the packaged bag. Opening up, I peek inside to find a bagel.

I sigh.

"You can freshen up then we can head over to a Cafe nearby if you're feeling well enough", he says finally setting down his phone and looking at me.

Why are his eyes so intense right now? Or were they always so intense?

God, why did I think it was a good idea to get s**t faced?

I face palm myself immediately and hide my face with my palms.

A second after I feel his hands, prying mine away.

"What?"

He searches my eyes and my expression crumbles.

"Feeling guilty?", he asks softly.

This time I nod as an overwhelming urge to cry my heart out takes over me.

And before I know it, it's pouring rain.

"Hey, hey, hey...", he shushes me by pulling me to him from around the table.

I just go into his open arms and hide my face in his chest.

"It's okay. You just got drunk. That's very normal", he whispers into my ear tenderly and I nearly crumble even more.

What is going on with me?

That's when the realization hits me.

"Oh My God, I'm PMSing", I draw back enough for him to see the shock on my face as my mouth forms an 'o'.

"I think now would be a very bad time to mention the trail of clothes lying in your foyer", Clinton cringes in guilt.

"What are you...", I trail off, confused.

Only to look in the distance at my foyer and realize that indeed, there are my last night's clothes all over my foyer, trailing a path to my living room.

Oh no.

I think to myself and close my eyes are last night's events comes rushing by to me.

"You touched yourself last night, didn't you?", I hear Clinton's steady breath near my face and I burst out again.

Going into his yet again open arms and burying my face there as it reddens fifty shades deeper.

Clinton's booming laughter fills the whole apartment and I smack his arm with the back of my hand for making fun of me in such a vulnerable situation.

"Hey, it's okay", he reassures me, embracing me tightly in his arms, kissing my head and breathing in my hair, softly.

We stay like that until my cries actually simmer down to almost non-existant only for Clinton to break the peaceful silence.

"How about you go get freshened up and we binge watch movies all day?", he nudges me a little to ignite a response but I just stay motionless in his arms.

So he continues.

"I'll bring your breakfast, whatever you want to eat along with some snacks we can eat all day and stuff our faces on until we're full, hmm?"

Still no response.

"Justine?", he rubs my arm softly, up and down motion.

I think about it for a while and finally decide what I want to do.

"Okay", I murmur.

In response all I get is a big toothy smile from him and a kiss to my cheek before he hops off the bar stool and out of the apartment.

Hmm, might as well hide those clothes that are still on the foyer and freshen up then, right?

***

As decided by my yet foggy, sleepy, dead brain. I did exactly that.

Now I'm just gazing out my window and waiting for Clinton to return with my hair all wet and an oversized shirt and pj's on.

It's silent and I just take in the peace when I finally hear the click of a doorknob opening.

I make my way out to the door like a happy puppy, jumping all the way.

"Finally! I've been waiting...", that's when I stop short.

Because it's not Clinton that came in.

It's Jason.

And he's looking at me all confused.

Wrong number. s**t.

"You've been waiting for me? I didn't even tell you I'm coming Jesse. Geez, give me a break", He scoffs.

I blink twice before gathering my wits.

"You seem awfully preppy", I comment as I lean on my breakfast bar with my arms folded.

"Yeah, it's just-", he starts but is cut off by the opening of the front door and I start hyperventilating on the spot.

Oh s**t. No. No. No. No!

Clinton enters with his hands full of two bags stuffed with probably snacks, with his back to us.

"Hey, I brought you some...", he trails off as he finally turns around to the people in the apartment.

Kill me now.

"What...", Jason looks at him in confusion before turning to face me with wide eyes.

"What is he doing here, Jesse? I think I told you to stay away from him", Jason demands, suddenly furious and eyes blazing.

Could this day get any better?

I swallow hard as I unfold my arms and lean back on the breakfast bar and my hands holding up my weight against it.

"Jason he's-", I start off but Clinton cuts me off immediately.

"I'm just here to help her with a favor she asked, that's all. She has done a lot for me and now that I've finally met someone special, I wanted to thank her in anyway possible so I'm just here to do that. That's all", Clinton conjures up a story and I look at him wide eyed, completely taken aback.

Please make him believe that, God.

"Well, we don't need favors from the likes of you. She's done here. And it would be really great if you could leave her alone now because whatever you're trying to do here buddy, it's not working", Jason rounds the couch to literally get in Clinton's face all the while saying it.

I'm just surprised he didn't spit on Clinton's face.

Honestly, from where I'm seeing this, Jason's a second away from losing it. I've never seen such kind of hatred on his face and now that I think about it, I realize it's going to be even harder to break it down to him about my dating status.

Having detected all the odds, I can literally see it in Clinton's eyes there's something brewing in his brain as he stands quite.

Before finally breaking the silence.

"I know. I'm just here to do a favor, that's all", he comments as he gently puts down the bags he brought for me.

"What favor is he talking about, Jesse?", Jason asks me, turning to look at me.

"I uh...", I look between them nervously, wringing my fingers.

"I'm PMSing", I admit, looking down at my bare feet as my cheeks turn red again.

I know it's nothing to be ashamed off but I'm kinda private and shy, so I would rather the fact about my periods stay with me.

"Well, it's a good thing I brought that ice cream tub, right?", he smirks, widening his arms before letting them fall at his side.

"Cookie Dough?", I look at him with furrowed eyes.

"Right up", He flicks his hand to the ice cream tubs I didn't notice earlier in his hands when he came in; which are now currently sitting on my coffee table.

"No, you didn't", I exclaim wide mouthed.

"OH. MY. GOD", I cover my face with my hands as I literally buzz in my spot.

"I knew you haven't eaten it in a while. So I thought what better time? Actually now that I think about it, these one's were a total waste", He points to Clinton's bag and I sober up immediately as my eyes meet Clinton's.

Jason, what the f**k are you doing?!

Clinton's expression is grim and kinda crumbled, literally breaking my heart at the sight.

His fists are clenched like he's going to punch the thing closest to him, that being Jason.

But despite it all, I see him take a deep breath, close his eyes, rolling his shoulders. His eyes open again as they meet mine and a soft smile splits open his face.

"I'm just glad to be of help. See you soon, Justine", keeping up his cover, he tips his head at me in a sign of goodbye and makes his way out of the apartment.

Jason just shrugs at him as he scrambles to bring all the items in the kitchen and starts rummaging through it.

Me on the other hand, I'm still fixed in my stance, looking at the place where Clinton was just a minute ago with only one thought in mind.

Please don't go.