Narrative of Soul Against Soul

CH 13 : To Excitement

Joshua

I was dozing soundly in physics class when something ripped me from my dream. Well, it was more of a dopey montage of the past few months than a dream. Christmas break was fast approaching, and Render would not let me leave his sight. Not that I minded. I began drifting off when that something happened again. My damn phone vibrated angrily in my jean pocket. I waited for it to stop thinking it was Renny sending me dirty pictures as he was apt to do in the middle of the day.

When it continued incessantly, I raised my hand creating some tale of the nurse and the bathroom and my locker. I was aceing the class so Mr. Fild just ignored me. I stumbled toward the bathroom and grumbled. My mother had to be calling. She was the only person who couldn’t seem to fathom what the school day meant.

Flipping my small silver phone open, “Yes?”

“Really, Joshua. Is that any way to greet your mother?” She began incredulously.

I almost laughed. Well, yes it is when one hasn’t seen his mother for six days, I thought. I said, “No, Mom. How are you?”

“Just great, pookie! Your father has surprised me with a trip to the Italy!” She screeched.

“What? How long?” I replied immediately.

“Well, at least pretend to be excited for me,” She huffed. That was angry as she ever got—huffing. It was similar to sighing but it attempted to make the person hearing it feel guilty. I saw through it before I hit double digits.

“Yeah,” I couldn’t say anything else. I was still trying to process my father doing anything spontaneous or interesting. I guess he decided to listen some of the drivel that therapist spouted about rekindling relationships.

“Alright, honey?” I heard my mom ask enthusiastically.

“What?” I shook my head. She said something of some possible importance.

“Honestly, Joshua, sometimes I doubt your aptitude.” She huffed again. I actually laughed this time, but she chose to ignore it. “Your father packed our bags and the limo should be here in one hour. I’ve left you some money in the drawer to the left of the fridge.”

“That’s all great mom, but when do you suppose you’ll be returning?” I questioned sardonically.

Again, my mother illustrated her mastery at ignoring that which she denied existed. “Well, Joshua, this trip is about spontaneity. It could be a few days or a few weeks. We might even decide to go to Paris!” My mother like all ‘cultured’ women viewed herself as an epitome Parisian elegance. I coughed this time to stifle the laugh.

“That’s all great, Ma, but why couldn’t you have just left me a message or wrote me a note? Neither would have pulled me out of class.”

She thought for half a second than began to speak with a slight growl under her high-pitched tone. It signified a forthcoming huff. “My apologies, Joshua but I had hoped, perhaps, that my only son would be excited for his mother. Your father is trying to make this family work but of course, that is of no consequence to you. Plus, I didn’t want you to be startled when you got home to no one.”

Before I could stop myself, I retorted, “Yeah, Mom, ‘cause would be such a change from every other day I come home. I’d be shocked.” The sarcasm flowed so heavily I was surprised it didn’t break her phone.

I cut off the huff with the grating truth of my comment. I stood outside the bathroom door listening to my mother breathing uncomfortably. For a moment I thought she might simply hang up as she often did when I was a bit too honest.

Instead she let out a shaky breath. “Goodbye, Joshua,” she whispered before hanging up.

I laughed cruelly shoving my phone back in my pocket. I kicked the bathroom door open and screamed. Talking to my mother made me feel caged, trapped. I rarely saw either parent since school started. Every free moment was spent at Render’s side…or more precisely at Render’s mercy. I leaned over the sink panting from my momentary catharsis.

My mother would call cheerily in the next day or two to tell me how fantastic Italy was. I would gage then when she would be returning. Until then, Render would stay with me. I smirked to myself at all the trouble we could get into in that empty house of mine.

The day swung open, and there stood my sexy little angel. Well, he was more like satan, but that didn’t stop him from looking like sex every moment of every day. Today he was wrapped in a dark purple pencil skirt that began at his waist and draped to his knees. He wore a gray and black plaid button down shirt tucked in and stilettos that faded from gray to black and stood at least six inches. His long black hair with its gray streaks was pulled completely back into a bun, highlighting that perfectly soft face and those piercing gray-green eyes. I knew I was staring blatantly. I was allowed. I was his.

“Dolly,” Render stalked forward the click of his heels creating a now familiar knot of anticipation inside my gut. “I came in here to send you a picture of a certain problem I’m having, but since you here…”

Render stood so close that our breath was mingling, but not close enough that I was touching him. My hands shook I wanted to touch him so badly. I stared at his pink lips, mouth-watering. By the time I rolled my eyes up to meet his, Render was smirking knowingly. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and hauled me into the large stall. Dropping me to my knees, Render leaned up against the tile wall and began hiking up the devilish skirt. I’m fairly sure I drooled down my shirt.

Edible, he looked absolutely edible as those creamy thighs came into view. Render locked eyes with me as he pulled forth that delicious reddened cock from his lacy black panties. Before a seductive word could escape those lips, I skittered forward on all fours and engulfed his dick.

Ren threw his head back and damn near screamed. I had always needed some coaxing to decide I wanted to do more than touch Render’s dick but today seemed to be the end of that squeamishness. I sucked voraciously, swirling my tongue all over his head as my head bobbed quickly. Render’s hair now flew around his face as he moaned wildly and thrashed his head around, scrunching up his little nose and leaving his full lips open in sensuous growls.

I pulled all the way back and swallowed around his head a few times before leaning in and taking all of him into my mouth. I stayed there undulating my tongue on the thick vein at his base. I couldn’t help moaning as I felt Render’s whole body tense deliciously. Hands began yanking at my hair. Render had wanted it longer so my hair shagged down to my cheek bones now. Renny complained about not having good handles during sex, and I, of course, did anything to oblige him.

“Dolly, oh fuck! I’m gonna…I’m coming!” Render choked out between throaty sobs.

I pulled back, wrapped my hand around his base and began pumping and bobbing so that my hand and mouth met in the middle. I hummed contentedly as Render became less and less intelligible and moaned loudly as I felt his cock get harder. The base pulsed like mad, and I received the mouthful that I had been working for. I swallowed and stood smugly.

Render gripped the wall like it would catch him. I tucked him back into his panties and pulled his skirt down, never losing my self-approvingly air. Render slowly rose glaring at me with revenge in his gorgeous grays. I couldn’t wait.

He stepped forward and gripped back of my neck again. A shock ran down my spine reminding me of my own throbbing flesh that I ignored while giving Render pleasure. “You,” he announced with thick venom, “are going to get it.”

“Please,” I whimpered losing every ounce of smugness.

Render smirked and smashed our lips together. He slammed me against the wall and dug his fingers in the pressure point on the left side of my neck. I mewled, opening my mouth for his savage attack. I weakly fought for a second only to yield control. My lips were bit, my tongue sucked, my teeth licked, my crotch palmed. The fingers kept digging into my shoulder joint. My brain didn’t know where to focus. The pleasure, the pain, the fear, the excitement? Render stepped away, and I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed. He laughed. The sound was rich and dark and usually preceded some amazing fucking. Not this time.

“Later, Dolly,” Render smiled happily before strutting out of the bathroom.

I shook my head attempting to stand. Tonight would be amazing. We would fuck and make love all night and wake in each other’s arms in the morning. What could be better?

The bell rang harshly. “Shit,” I stumbled trying to run and hide my erection while exiting the bathroom. One more class stood between me and my first in a series of blissful nights.

I texted Render during the last period. I told him that we’d be going to my place, and he told that we might be sleeping there, but we’d only go where he said. I shivered. I knew I was addicted to the person when he could affect via text message.

Suffice to say, I didn’t hear a damn thing through out the whole class. The bell rang. I was waiting at Render’s car before half the school even got to their lockers.

Render strutted out laughing with Trauma. She bounced forward and hugged me over enthusiastically. If Render looked like the sexy librarian, Trauma looked like the slutty student. Her black and white pleated skirt sat high like Render’s but had suspender-like straps. Her purple shirt was a good ten shades brighter than Render’s skirt, and her purple chuck taylor’s finished her look.

“See you tonight, cutie,” Trauma giggled. Before I could question her insane babble, she bounced away toward a silver mustang driven by Ziptie.

Render slipped into the car and leaned out of the window, “Dolly, dearest, are you planning to join me?”

I blushed and hurried into the passenger seat. “Where are we going tonight?” I asked tentatively.

“Dracula’s Ball.” Render said plainly.

I felt like it was the first time I was in the car with Render, even though we were headed to my house. I could see a big bag in his back seat that seemed to be other flowing with clothes. Tonight was shaping up much different than I had hoped.

“Where are your precious parents?” Render asked with as much sarcasm as I held toward them.

“They…uhh…they’re on their way to Italy,” I answered suddenly feeling nervous about having Render in my house for long periods of time.

“How long are they away?” He inquired calmly

“I, well, I don’t know. Could be a few days or a few weeks,” I stuttered dumbly

“Well then,” Render smirked as the car slowed toward my driveway, “Someone seems to have acquired a house guest.



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