Obsession

The Truth Comes Out.

When I woke up it was to the sounds of people talking. I checked my watch; it was 1:34 A.M.

I peeked downstairs and saw Mother, the Santon couple and Jamie. His friends seemed to have gone home.

I went downstairs and sat next to Jamie. I linked my hands together.
A nervous act, that was.

"Um, sorry I-you know..." I apologised profusely.

"'S alright." He murmured meekly.

"Well...I'm sorry, I've been a bit stupid lately, so I'm saying sorry." I looked at him and he looked at me.

He suddenly giggled. "How many times can you say sorry in a sentence?"

I shrugged and said dunno.

After a while we both were laughing and saying sorry over again and again and again.

I'm pretty sure Jamie was sleepy since he kept slurring his words. He wouldn't drink. It's not like him to.

"Mother, are we staying over for the night?"

She stopped playing Monopoly and asked: "Oh. Yes. Could you, or would you, mind if you sleep in Jamie's room?"

I nodded and smiled. Latching an arm around the shorter boy's waist I scooped him up and carried him upstairs. He was as light as a feather.

Lying him down on his bed I got in beside him and pulled the sheets over us.

Just for safety precautions I pulled Jamie towards me, his back to my chest, and draped an arm around his waist to keep him from falling.

I soon joined my doll into dreamland.
When I woke up it was to the sound of rustling and moaning.

I sat up and looked beside me. Jamie was writhing and moaning. He kept saying things like "faster, Joey!", or "mmm. Harder. More. Please!"

I contemplated touching him. If I touched the ethereal pixie-like boy he would automatically assume it was Joey, his lover.

I crawled in between his spread legs and trailed my hands up his ankles, up his shapely slim legs, towards his pert little bottom, over his crotch, up his stomach to his chest and up his neck.

Placing butterfly kisses all over his body, I didn't see him flutter his eyelashes. I didn't see him wake up and gasp.

"Ro-Rosette! What are you doing!?" He exclaimed. His voice getting higher.

"What. Does. It. Look. Like?" I questioned viciously, bending his legs forward to see his face. I was a bit surprised that I could be face to face with him with his legs like that. He's very flexible.

"Oh. I don't know what it looks like! Just stop! I don't wan-ahh!" He titled his head backwards, gasping for air.

I continued worshipping his body.

"NO!" He shouted. He kicked me and went for the door. I grasped his ankle before he could. He fell and I got my tie and tried to cuff his ankles together.

He punched me and soon we were both fighting.

"What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You?" He said in between gasps.

"You are what's wrong with me!" I screeched.

He straddled me and lifted my head up to see him. "Why?" He pleaded.