Right There with You

by R. J. Sable

  “Aw man, Jelly! Have you pissed yourself?” Duff cried out, bursting into laughter and releasing my wrists.

  Some of the students around us turned to look and joined in with the laughter. My cheeks burned with humiliation. Jake just grinned smugly. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the room as fast as I could. I spent the next ten minutes poised underneath the hand dryer, relatively undisturbed.

  There was still twenty minutes left of lunch break and I didn't fancy running into them again. I locked myself in a stall and cried silently until there were only five minutes left until the bell. I figured I'd need those five minutes to find my way back to my form room.

  By last period I was prepared to lock myself in my room and never come out again. I'd still not talked to anybody and had to endure flocks of giggling students pointing in my direction.

  “Hi!” The gangly boy who was sat next to me said.

  “Hi,” I answered quietly.

  “My name's Alex,” he said, smiling.

  “Jamie-Lea,” I said, looking back down at my textbook.

  “I saw what those idiots did at lunch,” he said sadly. “I'm really sorry.”

  I looked up at him and saw the genuine expression on his face.

  “It's okay, he's my brother,” I shrugged.

  “That was your brother?” Alex asked incredulously.

  I nodded, he looked completely shocked.

  “That's not a very nice way to treat your sister,” he said, frowning.

  “Try telling him that,” I dared, smiling for the first time that day.

  “You're in 7HR with Miss Harris as well, right?” He asked as we packed our things away.

  “Yep,” I nodded, heading towards the door.

  “I guess I'll see you tomorrow then,” he beamed.

  I smiled back, grateful that I had at least spoken to one nice person today. I was still smiling when I reached the reception area. I was meant to be meeting my brothers out front to walk home. I glanced through the window, checking who was out there. I could see Jake and Duff chatting to some friends by the bollards. There was no way I was going out into that.

  “What you doing hiding in here?” Craig said as he came up behind me.

  “I was waiting for you,” I mumbled, keeping my eyes on his trainers.

  “Hiding from Jake more like,” Craig frowned. “How was your first day?”

  “Could have been better,” I admitted.

  Craig sighed and walked out the main door. I followed after him dutifully. Duff's eyes lit up as he saw us approaching and he nudged Jake.

  “Jelly!” Jake grinned. “Got your bladder under control now?”

  His friends laughed and I blushed furiously and hid behind Craig. Duff stepped around Craig and made to grab me, I dodged out of his reach and watched as he stumbled and fell. A few of the others laughed whilst he got to his feet.

  “You little shit,” Duff sneered as he tackled me to the ground.

  “Ow! Get off!” I cried as he placed his knee in the small of my back.

  He didn't budge and I squirmed beneath him.

  “What do you think you are doing, Mr Duffner?” A male teacher said, strolling angrily over to us.

  “He's just playing, sir,” Craig said, pulling Duff off of me. “You're fine. Right, Jelly?”

  I nodded and brushed the dust off my school uniform. The teacher frowned but walked past us towards the students queuing for the busses.

  “You're an idiot,” Craig reprimanded, slapping Duff on the back of the head.

  We walked back to the house together, I trailed behind, not wanting to be anywhere near Jake.

  “Stop dragging your feet, Jelly,” Craig scowled.

  I quickened my pace reluctantly and caught up with them, making sure to stand as far away from Jake as possible.

  “You two fallen out again?” Craig grinned, glancing back and forth between the two of us.

  “Nah, just Jelly being a cry baby,” Jake teased.

  “I'm not a cry baby!” I sulked, glaring at Jake. “You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

  “You deserved it,” Jake shrugged.

  “What did I do to deserve that?” I grimaced.

  “You were rude and disrespectful,” Jake said simply.

  There was no point in arguing. There'd always been a sort of hierarchy in the family. You must be respectful to your older brothers. Whatever they say goes. If I argued that Jake was lying he'd be completely within his right to kick my ass. Craig would probably do the same, so I didn't respond.

  Chapter 29

  Friday, 26th October 2012

  I pressed the doorbell and crossed my arms tightly. It was cold and rainy and I was freezing. I grinned as Josh opened the door and let me in. Jason had e-mailed me yesterday and said he'd be back at around ten tonight. He'd said I could sleep over if I wanted to and to wait for him at his apartment. Jason wouldn't be home for another hour and Josh was headed into town. I waited in Jason's room and read the last few chapters of my course book.

  I glanced at the clock as I finished. Jason should be home any minute. I grinned at the prospect of seeing him. Aside from the e-mail last night, I'd not heard from him since our cringeworthy e-mail exchange on Tuesday. I blushed as I remembered his instructions. I didn't really understand how he thought it would help me be more comfortable with my body. He wants me to be comfortable being naked in front of him. I was barely comfortable being naked when I was the only one looking.

  It occurred to me that I had the perfect opportunity to make him happy, right now. I hopped off his bed and quickly undressed, folding my clothes and putting them on top of my bag. I can't believe I'm doing this. I lay down on Jason's bed, contemplating getting under the cover but rejecting the idea. That would kind of defeat the object. I felt awkward just lying there, I didn't really know what to do with myself. Every position I lay in felt fake and forced. I heard keys in the front door. Now or never. I lay on my side and propped my head up on my elbow. I rested my other hand on my side, my fingers splayed over my hip. My heart was beating hard against my chest. You can do this, just stay still. I braced myself as the door to Jason's room opened.

  “Jamie,” Jason breathed, his jaw dropping as his eyes travelled over my body.

  He just stood in the doorway, his wide shoulders almost filling the frame. I focussed all my energy on staying still and ignoring the desire to cover myself up. You can do this. I repeated my mantra over and over again. I wish he'd say something.

  Just as I thought I was going to lose my composure and cover up, Jason started laughing. He's laughing at me? I was mortified. I jumped off the bed and tried to get under the covers. I've made such a fool of myself, I'll never live this down. Jason dropped his bag to the floor and grabbed me around the waist before I could hide myself in his bed.

  “Hey, Jamie, wait!” He pleaded as he pulled me against him, spinning me round so that we were face to face. “I'm sorry, it's just…” He broke off, his eyes travelling down to my exposed breasts as he held me against his chest. “This is so unexpected, you caught me off guard, I wasn't laughing at you.”

  I kept my eyes on the design on his t-shirt, far too embarrassed to look him in the eye. He put his hands on my shoulders and held me at arms length.

  “This,” he said, removing one hand and gesturing up and down my naked body. “Is categorically the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He stared into my eyes, his face filled with admiration, his eyes alight with desire.

  “I wanted to make you happy,” I mumbled shyly.

  “I am happy,” he beamed. “Very happy.” He pulled me into a deep kiss, backing me into the bed. I sat down as he released me, catching my breath. “It has caused a slight problem though,” he frowned.

  “Oh?” I asked, worried what I might have done wrong.

  He grinned as he took my hand and placed it over his bulging erection.

  “I'd hardly call that slight,” I giggled. “I think I can help solve the problem though.”
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  I rushed to remove his jeans, delighted that I had this effect on him. I was still mortified that he'd laughed at me but at least he had seemed to like it. He kicked his jeans away and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I'll never get enough of seeing him undress.

  Now we were both naked and for some reason that made me relax a little. I lowered myself off the edge of the bed so I was kneeling in front of him. My eyes rested on the impressive erection he was sporting. I grinned as I took it in both hands and heard a slight moan escape Jason's lips. I took him in my mouth and revelled in the taste of his salty skin.

  As I increased my efforts, Jason wrapped his fingers in my hair and guided my head. He was more insistent this time than he'd been before, there was an urgency to his movements. He held my head in place and moved his hips, pushing himself into my mouth. At first, I almost gagged, made uncertain by the lack of control. Jason groaned as he quickened his pace and I concentrated my efforts on timing my breathing to match his rhythm as he pounded in and out of my mouth. I braced my hands on his thighs to hold myself steady. He groaned as he pushed all the way to the back of my mouth, shooting strings of hot semen straight down my throat. I coughed and spluttered as he pulled out. I hadn't quite been expecting it, he usually gave me a warning.

  “Are you okay?” Jason breathed, kneeling down beside me and cupping my face. His brow was furrowed and he looked concerned.

  “I'm fine,” I panted as I regained my composure.

  I grinned up at him as I saw his face relax. That had happened a little quicker than normal. Was it because it was better because he was in control? Or was it because he'd been away all week? I guess it didn't really matter. I was just happy I'd pleased him.

  “Sorry about that,” he said as he sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his knee. “I just missed you and I was so fucking turned on.” He grinned cheekily as he traced his finger down my body, between my breasts and stopped at my hips, holding me in place on his knee.

  “I missed you too,” I giggled as his thumb brushed my waist.

  “I did enjoy our e-mails though,” he said, a wicked expression on his face.

  I blushed furiously and looked down at my legs. Jason chuckled and tipped my chin up so I was looking into his eyes.

  “What?” He chuckled with amusement.

  “I can't believe you made me do that,” I mumbled, embarrassed.

  “Do what?” He asked, his eyes burning.

  “You know what,” I grumbled, crossing my arms in mock protest.

  “Tell me what I made you do, baby,” he demanded softly.

  “Jason!” I wailed. It had been mortifying talking about this via e-mail, but there's no way I could do it face-to-face.

  “Come on, baby,” he whispered, his soft lips against my nipple. “Tell me.”

  I groaned as his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin. “Jason, please,” I begged.

  He bit down on my nipple and I squealed. He looked up at me and winked as he kissed it better.

  “What did I make you do, Jamie?” He asked again.

  He's persistent I'll give him that. I could barely concentrate on anything other than his tongue as it flicked over my now over-sensitive nipple.

  “You made me...” I groaned as he bit down again, more gently this time.

  “Made you what, baby?” He teased between nips and licks.

  “You made me touch myself,” I said as quickly as possible to get it over and done with.

  “Did you like it?” He grinned, halting his attention to my breasts

  I pouted, missing the feel of his lips on my sensitive skin.

  “I like it better when you do it,” I said honestly. My cheeks seemed to constantly be on fire when I was around Jason.

  He grinned more broadly and pulled me into a deep, carnal kiss. He held me against him and rolled us onto the bed so that I was on my back. He pulled away from me and I looked up into his eyes. He looked mischievous.

  “What?” I asked suspiciously.

  He sat up and I tried to stay still as I felt his eyes over my naked body. I squirmed ever so slightly but resisted the urge to cover myself up.

  “I think it's time for me to check your homework,” he smirked.

  What? I think my eyes almost popped out of my head. Does he mean what I think he means? There was no way I could do that in front of him. I watched in horror as Jason parted my legs, trailing his fingers slowly down my thighs.

  “Jason, I-” I tried to protest.

  “Don't overthink it, baby,” he interrupted. “Just show me how you made yourself come.”

  I blushed furiously. “Please, Jason, I don't think I can do that,” I pleaded.

  “Come on, Jamie,” he urged, taking my hand and leading it gently down between my thighs.

  I can't do this. He's asking too much. I'd only ever done it once and it was almost unbearable in private. Jason tugged on my hand insistently. I'd taken myself so far for him already. It killed me that he wanted something from me and I didn't feel able to give it to him. I'd let him down if I didn't do what he wanted but I really wasn't comfortable doing it.

  “Jason, please don't make me do this,” I begged, my voice a little shriller than usual.

  Jason took his hand away from mine and looked up at my face. He didn't seem angry, maybe a little confused and disappointed.

  “You really don't want to?” He asked quietly.

  I sat up and shook my head. I pulled my knees up and hugged them against my chest, hiding my face behind them.

  “It's okay, Jamie. I would never make you do anything. Let's just go to sleep,” he sighed. He pulled the cover over himself and lay down on his side, his back to me.

  Great, now he's mad at me. I was so disappointed with myself. Why couldn't I just do it? It obviously meant something to him but I couldn't get past my own petty embarrassment. I'm so selfish. I switched the light off and joined him under the covers. He remained on his side, a void between us. My skin was still hypersensitive from his previous attentions and I could feel the moisture between my legs. I was extremely frustrated but it hardly seemed like the right situation to complain about it.

  I lay on my back. I was exhausted but I knew there was no way I could sleep. I had a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach and I knew Jason was awake next to me. We were lying naked in the same bed, but we might as well have been in separate countries for all the warmth there was between us.

  After a few minutes I couldn't bare it any more. I rolled over and snuggled up against his back. I reached round and wrapped my hand over his stomach.

  “Please don't be mad at me,” I whispered as I kissed his spine softly.

  He didn't reply and I felt tears building. Why couldn't I have just done it? I lay there a few minutes longer but he didn't even acknowledge me. In the end I gave up and rolled back over to my side of the bed. I curled up into a ball and hugged the cushion close to me.

  I felt Jason roll over and his skin met mine as he wrapped himself around me.

  “I'm sorry, baby,” he breathed against my hair. “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself.”

  “No, I'm sorry,” I said, rolling over so we were facing. “I'll try harder next time, I promise. I'm so sorry I let you down.”

  “It's okay, Jamie,” he soothed, kissing my hair gently. “I got caught up in the moment. I sometimes forget just how new all of this is for you.”

  “I want to be able to please you,” I said sadly. “I will try harder, I promise.”

  “You're so adorable,” he grinned, kissing my nose. “It's cute that you want to please me, but there's no rush, baby. You please me just by being you.”

  I nuzzled against his chest and pressed a kiss over his tattoo, finally allowing the exhaustion to wash over me and carry me off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 30

  Saturday, 27th October 2012

  This felt like some sort of déjà vu. We stood in the train station waiting for Jason's brother, Ben. Jason was almost vibr
ating with excitement. I guess his brother must mean a lot to him. His eyes were scanning the passengers rapidly as I watched him. His handsome face was clean-shaven, his full lips curved up in a broad smile. His eyes glowed green under the strong strip lighting. He's so handsome. He held my hand in his as we waited, almost pulling my arm out of its socket when he yanked it suddenly and made his way over to the ticket barriers.

  “Benji!” He beamed as he released me and threw his arms round his brother.

  Ben wasn't quite what I was expecting. You could tell they were brothers, they both had the same dirty-blond, slightly curly hair and their noses were very similar, although it appeared Ben’s might have been broken at some point. The similarities stopped there. They were around the same height but whereas Jason was broad and muscular, Ben was much thinner. He had more of an indie look about him. He wore a tight t-shirt with a knit cardigan and thick-rimmed glasses framed his green eyes.

  “Jay, you're crushing me,” Ben complained with a grin on his face.

  “Sorry,” Jason smiled as he released his brother.

  “Ben, this is my girlfriend, Jamie,” he said, gesturing to me.

  I blushed shyly and gave him a small wave. I never got tired of Jason calling me his girlfriend.

  “Jamie,” he grinned in an eerily familiar fashion and gave me a hug. “I've heard quite a bit about you.”

  “Oh?” I said, looking suspiciously at Jason. “All good I hope?”

  “A gentleman never tells,” he winked.

  “Wanna go get a coffee?” Jason asked Ben as he took my hand in his.

  “Sure,” he nodded. “Man, it's weird seeing you be all boyfriend-y”

  Jason shook his head at his brother in warning and squeezed my hand gently.

  “Where do you wanna go for coffee?” I asked Jason, not wanting to dwell on the fact that even Ben knew that Jason wasn't normally the relationship kind. My mind flashed back to the night before and I cursed myself again for not being able to give Jason what he wanted, and maybe needed, to keep him from returning to the instant gratification relationship guy he'd been before we met.