Profe *will update soon*

Chp 6

His Dreams will one day Sooth my Nightmares


Uriel


My hands are shaking, I can’t face him. I just can’t. All night I did nothing but dream about him. Over and over again he kept walking into my classroom, dropping his sunglasses and slowly making his way towards me.

I could feel his body heat, his minty breath, and his lips inching towards mine. He would whisper ‘Profe’ and I desperately wanted to steal the words out of his mouth. My lips tickled with excitement and desire as they bend towards his mouth, dying to know what he tastes like, what he smells like.

-

I kiss my wife and daughter goodbye, putting all my dreams of Luciano in the deep corners of my mind I make my way to school.

I arrive about a half hour before class starts. I make some copies I need for the assessment test they will be taking today. I’m jumpy I can’t help it. I think he will come out of nowhere and that I won’t be able to resist my self and kiss him.

I’m stupid; perhaps everyone was right I’m not ready for this. I’m too young.

I check the time I still have 15 minutes before the first bell. I pull my cell phone out and lock the door to my classroom. I call Jordi.

“Hey little bro, how are you?” his voice is so bright it is only 7:30 am and he doesn’t sound groggy at all, all though I know he has just woken up. Everyday since he is 15 he has woken up at exactly 7:25, not a minute before or later. Don’t ask me why or how, we lived on separate wings of the house.

“Oh, god Jordi.” It feels so good to listen to his voice, my hands won’t stop shaking and my heart seems to want to escape my chest. Why am I like this? I did fine yesterday all 6 periods went fine. Could it be that he will be here?

“What’s wrong? Uriel?” I want to cry, I want to run and hide under my piano or desk since there is no piano here.

“Do you think I can be a teacher? I mean you didn’t believe I was ready to be married do you also believe I’m not ready to be a teacher?” I need him to tell me he believes in me.

"I never said that you weren't ready. I said that I didn't think you knew Marsha well enough or that she was right for you."

"Well we've had almost a year of blissful marriage so I guess you were wrong." Why did I think calling him would help? Because it used too, he was the one person I could always turn towards. The day I asked him to be my best man, created a huge gap between us. I guess nothing will be the same between us, I guess I can no longer turn to my big brother for comfort.

"You really don't find it strange that Marsha, one of the most popular girls in our high school suddenly decided to give everything up. Turn her life completely around in 3 months for…"

"For a nerd like me," I finished the sentence for him. Just because he and Marsha went to the same school and once had common friends doesn't mean he knows her the way I do. It hurts to think that someone loving me can be so incredible to him.

"That is not what I meant. She just didn't seem your type. I never thought you would be attracted to someone like her."

"And how would you know?" Hell if I didn't know how would he? "According to you who should I have been attracted too?"

"Uri, don't get upset again. I guess I was mistaken, I just never thought you liked...well you know."

What is he hinting at? "No I don't know, please explain."

"You are so intelligent, yet so naive. I'm always here for you, ok? And I know you can do this, being a teacher was your dream and you'll be great at it. I have to run now bye."

Reassuring me but leaving me with more questions he hangs up.

I haven't had to use my inhaler this much since I was 8.


Luciano

Hands, stupid hands, touching me. All I want to do is run but they are much stronger than me, they hold me in place. No matter how hard a try to move to wiggle out of their constricting touch, they do not subside. I feel tears prickling out of my eyes and then it is when I finally notice that I'm watching a younger version of my self.

I urge my self to step closer and rescue me from those hands those calloused hands that touch and dirty every part of my innocent self. I once was innocent, I was once a young frighten little boy hidden underneath his cover, fearing the hands that came at night.

But this is just a dream; I know it is. How else could I be looking at myself? The panic rises inside me and leaves a bitter flavor in my throat and mouth, burning all the words of protest I wish to yell. My pleading eyes focus on me begging me to rip the hands away from the young scared body. I can't move no matter how hard I try I'm glued to this place staring down as every inch of innocence is wiped away from my younger self.
And we both yell in fear and pain. We yell as loud as our abused lungs allow us and I still can't move. The hands are not on me, but they still mange to hold me in place I can't move I feel them holding me back, just as I feel them exploring my body, invading me.

I wake up in a cold sweat and turn over in search of a smoke. My hands shake as I light it and I check the clock that sits beside me five fucking am, way to early. A nightmare, again.

I stand up and dress myself in what ever is laying by my bed and make my way out of the house. I don't take my car the sound of the engine starting up would wake my mother up. It's foggy and cold outside, but it feels good. I pull my sleeves down and put my thumb throw the hole at the end of it.

Three blocks later the cold is starting to get to me. I look the time on my cell phone and it's barely 5:45. I dig into my pockets for another smoke and I light it up while deciding where to go.
Stupid nightmares always manage to freak me out. It's only a dream, a stupid fucking dream. I probably had too much pasagnia last night. They say when you eat too much at night you get nightmares. A load of bull, I should know.

Fuck I hate waking up early, I should have just laid back to sleep. Yeah right, like that would have happened the dream would have returned.

I look around me trying to figure out where the hell I am. I'm near Robbie's, but I know I can't go there at this time he would kill me, the kid is a monster during mornings and even worst when woken up, plus I'm a bit horny. Robbie and me are not that way... though I've tried trust me, I have. He says his straight and that if I continue pushing it he will grind me, so yeah I gave up. Also, if you really think about it would be almost like some type of incest. As kinky as I am, I’m not that bad.

I decide to call Sam, she is always happy to hear from me no matter what time it is. I make my way to her house after a quick call and wait by her back door for her. She leads me threw the still dark house to her room.

Sam is 14 and very pretty, she will be 15 soon I believe. Her bedroom door is white and has a yellow sign with purple flowers and pink letters that read Samantha. Light pink carpet covers her floor almost looking white if you don't pay close attention. She has a shelf filled with dolls and on her bed which I can't believe is already made, maybe she did it right after I called, rest two brown teddy bears one with a checkered bow tie and the other with a red bow on her head.

It’s a kid’s room, a little girl’s room. I had never been here before and I somehow feel my intentions are... well dirty.

She kneels on the bed her pink covered legs tugged underneath her and is hiding something behind her back. "The other day my friend Johnnie and me went to Henry's to give you your b-day gift." I just look at her trying to figure out what she is up to. "I thought you would enjoy some time alone with me and Johnnie." She smirks at me and she looks so sexy. Her long brown hair hanging over her shoulders and her head bent slightly down as she looks at me through her thick black eyelashes.

"Spend alone time with Johnnie and you?" Oh god if she is hinting to what I think she is hinting I will have to kick myself a couple of times.

I take a step closer to her and I decide to ignore the room and the innocence it represents, it is obvious she has outgrown it. Then she pulls out a bottle of Johnnie Walker and smiles at me looking straight into my eyes, challenging me to come closer.

"Where are your parents?"

"It's only my dad and he leaves to work at 5"

I step closer to the bed and my thighs are against the yellow and pink comforter. I reach for the bottle of whisky which now rests between her knees, my hands slides against her breasts as I pull the bottle towards.
"It's a bit early for this" I say as I read the label "where did you get it?"

"My cousin bought it for me," She answers and sits up a bit so that we are now face to face.
I pull her towards me and we immediately start making out soon my hands find their way up her tank top. Her pants are pulled down and off by her own hands. I check my pocket for the condom I put in there when I left the house.

-

I roll off her and she pulls herself near me resting her head on my shoulder.

"So does this mean we are together?"

I stand up and start getting dressed while she fumbles with her blankets to cover herself up all of a sudden feeling shame. Pulling my shirt over my head and making sure my cell phone is still in my pants, I tell her, "I don't do the whole boyfriend thing." With my friend Johnnie, I walk out.

I never made promises, she never said stop and I don't feel bad about it. No, I wasn't her first either, so don't try to judge me or guilt trip me, I don't feel guilt.

-

I remember my first times. I avoid virgins; my friends say they tend to be clingy. I don't know about that but I would rather not risk it. I wasn't clingy my first times, my first time with a guy went pretty much the same way it did with Sam just now, well except I was bottom.

His name was... A...Alex or Alec, Alex, yes it was Alex, he was a few years older than me. It was right after I broke up with Andrea, I'm 16 now so then I was probably like 14.

Once we were done, Alex lay next to me and pulled me into his arms kissed my neck and whispered sweet things to me. He then moved to my mouth and said he loved me. I stood up got dressed and as I pulled my shirt on told him,
"I don't do the whole boyfriend thing." I met him during the summer and he was only here for a couple of weeks, so it was an easy break. I never expected him to get attached; I don't really think he meant what he said anyway.
First time with a girl was uneventful. We were drunk and it was pretty much a disaster. The next day she asked me not to tell anyone and I kept my word, she knew better than to expect anything from me.

-
I check my cell phone for the time again and decide I might as well make my way to school now, I'll arrive a bit early but, I might get some alone time with my 'Profe'.


Thank you for reading. I have about 90000 words written of this story. It is divided in three parts, I won't leave this story unfinished, but please feedback is very very appreciated. Thank you to those who took the time to review the previous chp.