by Young, Luke
Chapter 18
I'm jolted back to semi-consciousness when I hear the door open then close. I rub my eyes and look toward the door, but don't see anything except the light shining from the hallway between the two sections of this shared room. I hear footsteps approach and there he is, young Ben standing before me, grimacing and mouthing a few obscenities before saying, "You're still here."
"Don't tell me you screwed it up." Sitting up in bed, I shake my head in an attempt to wake more fully.
He whispers, "Keep it down, she's outside. I told her I had to clean up."
"Oh." I smile. "Good work."
Rushing over to me, he gets on his knees and takes hold of my chin directing my gaze to his. "Don't make a sound. I told her my roommate is gone for the night and I certainly didn't tell her about you, you time traveling, freaking... just, just, stay over here and that's it."
He puts his hand near my face and I swat it away. "Okay, geez. Go get her before she comes to her senses and runs away."
"Screw you."
"I'm kidding. Now go," I say with a crooked grin.
He heads for the door and opens it. Slipping off Alan's bed, I cock my head toward the hall with my eyes widened.
"Sorry," I hear him say. "I had to make sure... I was late for work and..."
"It's ok," I hear Laura say.
It's the first words I've heard her utter in twenty five years and they are beautiful. I sigh and press my ear to the paper I have temporarily covering the peep hole on my side.
"Your room is nice," she says.
"Thanks," young Ben replies and I roll my eyes wishing I had developed some actual conversational skills with girls back when I was twenty. Tell her she looks amazing. Tell her you've been thinking about her all day. Tell her something, anything you idiot.
"So you're not a brother here?"
"No, I'm just renting the room for the summer while I take this Business Law class."
Fascinating, you douche bag.
"Oh," she replies.
I hear the mattress squeak and I assume someone is sitting on it. I'm sure it's her. Peeling the paper back for a moment I look through the hole and I confirm it— she's on the bed. She's waiting for him, for me. My lips part and my breathing is shallow, she looks incredible. I so want to be over there. I wonder why I didn’t choose to kill him when I had the chance. It might have worked out okay. Hell, it couldn't be any worse than this torture. Get over there and sit next to her, genius.
"So, when do you work next?" Casanova asks.
I roll my eyes. I can't listen to any more of this.
"Not till next Tuesday."
"Oh, I have to work tomorrow early."
Yeah, that's it, that's exactly what you tell a girl when you want her to spend the night with you. Tell her you have to get up early. Now I know why I wanted to kill myself in high school.
"Yeah, that's right. Do you want me to go?" She says.
"No, no, I don’t," he replies quickly.
It's the first intelligent thing he's said.
I see her bat her eyes as he makes his way to sit next to her on the bed. Plopping down, he places his hands on his knees making no attempt to kiss her. I watch painfully being reminded that this is pretty much how it went when I was the star of this show. But in my defense, I didn't have my future self dropping in for a pep talk and to lay out how this would all go down. It's like having a copy of the test including all the right answers before you sit down to take it and still failing miserably. He should be acing this one. Any way you slice it, he's pretty pathetic.
"I had a—" she begins, but before letting her finish that though, his lips are on hers.
That-a-boy. Maybe there's hope for you.
Instantly my blood is pumping and I'm breathing heavily as I watch them kiss. I was a horrible kisser and this is an awful reminder of that. I can't put my finger on what exactly it is that I'm doing wrong, but I'm definitely in need of a lot of practice. Although I'm ten feet or so away, looking through a one inch hole in the wall, I'm picking up some occasional discomfort in her facial expressions as they make out, but that might simply be passion or maybe not. Over the years, I have improved a bit, but it certainly isn't anything I claim to have mastered.
If my recollection is accurate, she should be pulling away from him and slipping down to the floor any second now. I always believed that happened because she was so hot for me that she couldn't wait to get into my pants, but I'm thinking more and more now that it's her escaping my kiss.
As if on cue, Laura moves her hands up to his shoulders and pulls her lips from his. Looking him in the eye, she slips off the bed down to her knees and takes hold of his waistband. I can see the effect she's having on him and once again I wish I was on the other side of the wall. I swallow hard, pressing my eye closer to the hole in the wall for a better view.
She unbuttons his black pants, then pulls the two sides apart, letting the teeth of the zipper slowly peel apart before taking hold of them along with those lame white briefs and pulling them down off his hips. His hard-on pops out from its confines, pointing straight up to the ceiling. Again, the equipment doesn't look too shabby from this vantage point and in this condition. Smiling, I find myself feeling a little pride.
As she works the pants down his legs and off of him, he's staring right at her, just waiting with his hands pressing down on both sides of the mattress. He should be doing something else like touching her hair or her breasts, anything really— I'll have to talk to him later about that.
She licks her lips before taking a gentle hold of his erection with both hands. He appears to be holding his breath. Then she takes him into her mouth and he gasps and his head flops back like he's been shot. I'm not worried about him finishing too quickly, because even back then I never finished quickly with oral sex. There's just something about it. I mean, don't get me wrong, it feels amazing, but there's simply not enough pressure in the right spots to bring on a quick orgasm. Although if a girl used only her hand on me, I'd blow my load after a few minutes if I didn't stop her when I got close. But with oral sex, I never had that problem and this at times was an asset and at other times a curse because the term "quick blow job" was never in my vocabulary and let's face it, jaws do get tired pretty quickly.
In my opinion it seems that Laura is the exception to that rule and she does not get tired. She works over him like she's loving it and desperate to please him, yet not rushing him at all. God, she's the perfect girl. I want to see her body again and I wish young Ben would at least unbutton her shirt. I'm now hard as a rock and stretching the fabric of these boxer shorts I borrowed.
When she finally pulls away from him, she unbuttons her shirt and lets it fall from her body. Next she removes her bra and her perfect little breasts are unveiled. God, she's hot. He's just sitting there like an idiot, but what do I expect because that's exactly what I did twenty five years ago.
Standing up, she unbuttons and pulls down her pants then strips off her panties. I'm the one dying now, watching him have what I've been fantasizing about for such a long time. He finally gets the hint and removes his own shirt. Laura lays down on the bed and he moves over her, pausing a moment before sliding down her body.
Oh shit, he's not, is he?
Then he goes for it. This was not in the plan. He presses his mouth between her legs and at first she moans in pleasure. I watch as she makes a face and adjusts her hips in the bed, seemingly sitting on pins and needles and wanting to jump away from him. More than once, she reaches out to touch him, but stops short and her grimace fades briefly before returning.
His face disappears deeper between her legs, she covers her mouth with her hand and her facial expression is screaming out for this to stop. Finally she's had enough and placing her hands on the bed, scoots away from him.
He pulls up and looks at her disoriented. "Was that okay?"
"Um, sure. Come up here."
"I'll be right back." He stands and walks away so I can no longer s
ee him.
"You don't need to get a condom," she says.
"Are you on the pill?"
"Um-hmm." She nods her head.
He rushes back and gets on top of her, kissing her once, before taking hold of his erection and guiding it between her legs. Once he's inside her, she groans in pleasure and her eyes roll back in her head.
After watching for a few more seconds, I need a break. This is killing me. Pulling away from the wall, I listen to the soft moaning spilling through the hole in the wall. Gee, even though I wasn't so good at it back then, she sure seems to be enjoying herself. I don't understand it— he didn't touch her breast at all, didn't even acknowledge their existence, is he out of his mind? He certainly didn't go down on her properly. I'm sure I could do a much better job. The moaning continues and it's more her than him. I shake my head in disbelief. Yet through all of his short comings, she still seems to love it. I'll bet her head would explode if I've put into practice all the things I've learned over the years; a young hard body with incredible stamina powered by forty five years of experience. She wouldn't stand a chance. It's true what they say— youth is truly wasted on the young.
I return to the hole and her expression confirms it. Maybe she's faking some of this, but a girl that age hasn’t yet learned how to fake it, has she? I mean, if she is faking, she's the Daniel Day Lewis of faking it— she never breaks character. Either way, I'm impressed. Suddenly, I hear young Ben cry out with a groan and he's definitely having an orgasm. He's turning toward me and I make the mistake of looking at his contorted facial expression. Trust me you don't want to see yourself in that way. I pull away from the hole wearing a grimace. I can't watch this anymore.
Shit, I've got to get in there. I came all this way. He's had his fun. Would it kill him to give me a shot? What a selfish bastard. Geez, I'm sure if the shoe was on the other foot and my future self popped in for a visit, I would share my girlfriend with him… yeah definitely. I know I would.
I hear rustling through the wall, then Laura moans. I return to peering through the hole and don't see them at first but I hear them. They're doing it again, somewhere in the room. I should have cut out a second hole, I suppose.
I hear what sounds like the shifting of the beans inside a beanbag chair. They must be in it.
Laura says, "Wait."
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, but I need to…"
I take a higher angle looking down through the hole and squint. I make out the top of Ben's head, I think. I close my eyes for a moment and when I open them I'm staring right at it, Ben's junk. It's maybe three feet from the hole and I push away from the wall, startled. Another thing you really don't want to see— a close-up of male genitalia— even your own. It's horrifying and I really don't know how women do it.
After waiting a few seconds through the beanbag rustling and more murmuring from both of them, I hear the soft sounds of moaning return and a rhythmic movement of bodies and more beanbag related sounds. Shit, they're back at it. I move to the wall and take a look, but I still can't see them.
Folding my arms, I sit on the bed and struggle to think over young Ben's annoying panting and moaning. It's got to be getting on her nerves as well. I'm sure of it. I rub my chin with my eyes closed, then suddenly my eyes flip open and a smile spreads over my face. I've got it, I just need to plead with him. I can convince him. During the next break, I'll, I'll just—
"Oh, oh… Laura— Ahhh…" I shake my head and make a sour face as his cries grow louder. The bastard is blowing his load again and she hasn't come once. Is he using his hands on her clitoris? There's no way he is, he doesn't even know what that is. He's a moron, I know because I didn’t know shit and well, that's me over there— the old me.
Half exhilarated, half terrified out of my mind, I tip toe to the door between the rooms and find it locked. I quietly turn the lock, pause for a moment while holding my breath then make up my mind. After opening the door a few inches, I close it as loudly as I can.
I hear whispers from Ben's side.
Walking to the end of the hall, I stop short of peering around the wall, but instead I put my hand out as though I've seen them in whatever condition they are in. Using a deeper voice, I say, "Sorry, I didn't… dude it's Alan and I, uh, really need speak to you. It's an emergency. I didn't know you had, uh…"
"Alan," Ben replies with his voice cracking. "What are you doing here?"
"I really just need a minute. I'll wait over on my side."
"Um, okay, I'll be right there," Young Ben says in his best over annunciating and overacting voice.
Moving to Alan's side, I pace around the room and wait, practicing my plea. With a towel wrapped around him, Ben appears glaring at me. He's whispers, "What the hell are you doing?"
I raise my hands in defeat and quietly launch into it. "Look, just give me a couple minutes with her. She won't know and I'll go over there and give her what she wants. No offense, but—"
"Screw you." He glares at me. "I'm doing fine. She's really enjoying—"
"She's faking it."
"No, she's not."
"Yes, she is. You've ignored her nipples. I saw your lame attempt at going down on her. I hate to say it, but you're a complete disaster over there."
"I'm not listening to any more of this. Keep this up and I will kill you, I don't care if—"
"Please." Holding my hands together in front of me I put on sad eyes. "Let me pinch hit for you just for a few minutes. Dude, you lose her otherwise. This, I know for sure."
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. "No."
"I'll lock this up for you. She'll be begging to sleep with you again and again - I promise. I'll even teach you everything I know. You'll be—"
"I said no!"
Pointing to the hole in the wall, I say, "You can watch and you'll lear—"
"What?" He mouths before moving to the wall and peering through. When he turns back to me, he looks like he wants to kill me. Grabbing me around the neck, he pushes me back to the wall. "You've been watching us, you sick, future freak."
Struggling to speak, I mumble, "I, uh, just… I—"
"Ben, is everything okay?" we hear.
Both our eyes widen as we stand frozen.
"Ben," Laura repeats.
"Um, yeah, sorry. I'll be right there," Ben announces back loudly, releasing his grip of my neck.
"Look, just five minutes, that's all I need," I plead.
He scoffs, then looks away from me shaking his head. "I can't believe I'm over here fighting with myself when I should be over there." Re-focusing on me, he pokes a finger into my chest, pushing me harder into the wall. "Look, this may be my only night with her, but it's my night. You had your chance twenty years ago."
"Twenty five," I correct him.
"Whatever, if you make another sound, I'm going to tell her what the hell is going on here and she'll run the hell out of here screaming. Got it?"
"Yeah, okay."
"And then, after that I will kill you."
"All right. Okay. Got it."
After emphasizing that point by thumping his finger into my chest, he turns and walks toward the hall. I narrow my eyes, then spring into action without thinking. I rush to him, wrapping my arm around his throat and pull him down. He lets out these horrible gurgling sounds and his arms are flailing all around as I maintain my grip.
Fuck, I didn’t really think this through. I look around the room trying to come up with a plan.
"Ben, Ben, I'm—" I hear Laura say in a concerned tone.
"Oh, I'll be right there. Alan is just, uh…" I spot the closet and drag Ben toward it. After opening the door, I fling him inside. He falls back on his ass and clutches his throat struggling to catch his breath. Clothes fall off hangers onto him. I kneel down hard on him, harder than I meant to, sending my knee right into his groin. He gasps, staring up at me with watery eyes.
I whisper, "Sorry, but I tried to reason with you. You want to lose her forever, go ahead,
make some noise and let her know you're in here. She's pretty amazing, right?"
He doesn't respond so I repeat, "Isn't she?"
"Yeah, okay…" he struggles to say.
I rise to my feet, and more clothes fall from the bar onto him. He looks pathetic, hunched over in pain and gasping for breath. I feel like shit, but he made me do this. I close the door and quickly look around the room.
I spot a chair, and shove it under the knob of the closet door and check the sturdiness of it. It's not great, but all he needs to do is speak and our cover is blown anyway, so it's all I really need to keep him out of my hair if he decides to behave, which I'm counting on.
Sprinting, I head back to Ben's side of the room and stand there looking in. Laura is in bed with the covers pulled up to her neck staring back to me with her eyes wide. "Sorry, I just need one more minute, he's, uh, got some girlfriend problems, but he's, uh, leaving in one minute."
"Um, okay," she replies quietly.
Looking down, I notice I'm wearing boxer shorts and young Ben was not. I jump back around the wall so she can't see me and think this through. She probably didn’t notice I assure myself. Pulling down my boxer shorts, I toss them to Alan's side and return to the door.
I announce loudly, directing my voice away from Ben's side of the room, "Okay, Alan I'll see you later. Good luck with your problems with your... girlfriend." I cringe, my acting skills suck as well. Deepening my voice once again, I turn toward Ben's side of the room and say, "Okay, good bye."
After opening the door a few inches, I close and lock it, then take a deep breath summoning the courage I need to pull this off. A smile washes over my face and I'm ready. Oh my God, this is actually going to happen.
Chapter 19
I waltz into the room and kneel next to the bed giving her a sympathetic look. "I'm so sorry, he's a basket case and, uh, I promise he won't be back."