Behind Her Eyes

by RB Schalin

  Chapter 8

  Mike, Tom and I were sitting on the grass under the same tree Brooke and I sat under a few days before, when she had told me she would be my girlfriend. I had just finished telling them about the previous night’s disaster.

  ‘Your parents do have a point.’ said Mike, who was always the realist. ‘I mean, if you think about it, there is not much you can do if they decide to press charges against Brooke the minute she turns eighteen.’

  ‘I have a question, John,’ said Tom. ‘Don’t you find these tantrums Brooke throws every time she is in a situation she can’t control, a bit weird? The first was at the beginning of the week when we asked if we could come along. Then the day we took the bus, and she attacked the guy at the gas station, and now, she goes ballistic at your parents house because they stated an obvious fact and asked her what she thought about it.’

  ‘I guess you have a point. She gets very emotional, but I don’t find her weird. I guess that’s the way she is. Anyway, are we all set for tomorrow morning?’

  ‘Yep, my dad and I will leave the house at 9am, and then we’ll pick you up first John and then Tom. We should be at the trail around 9.30am.’

  ‘I got beer!’ said Tom, ‘my brother came through and got us two six packs. I figured since John here is so continental, drinking wine these days, he could easily handle four beers instead of two.’

  ‘Yeah, I feel so grown up sipping wine with my girlfriend.’

  We got up and walked back to school. As we were going through the entrance, Brooke came walking out. She ignored Mike and Tom, and grabbed my arm.

  ‘Come outside.’

  I followed her out and we walked around the corner of the building where she stopped and leaned against the wall.

  ‘I’m sorry about yesterday, John, but what your parents said made me so angry and I lost control. I hope they don’t hold it against me.’

  I was quiet, just looking at her. This amazing girl, who had me kneeling at her feet, and at the same time, my back against the wall.

  ‘Look, Brook, it got worse after you left.’ I told her everything my father had said, including the playmate part. When I finished she had turned into that fierce creature that scared me. Her eyes are brimming with hate and she was clenching her fists repeatedly.

  ‘I think your father is a fucking asshole, John.’

  ‘I tend to agree, but he is still my father, there is nothing I can do about it.’

  ‘Well, maybe not you.’ She breathed deeply a few times, and in front of my eyes her features softened and she became the beautiful Brooke again.

  ‘By the way, I have thought about you going up the mountain with your buddies and I think it’s a great idea. I have things to do at home, exams and I am late on a project, so please go with them, I won’t be upset.’

  She made it sound like she had given me her permission to go with my friends. Felt kind of strange.

  ‘Well, OK. We leave tomorrow morning so maybe we could go to the river this afternoon and spend some quality time together.’ I said with a wink.

  ‘Mm, quality time sounds good. I’ll make sure I do things to you so that you won’t get any boys only ‘Brokeback Mountain’ ideas up there with your friends.’ She said and laughed her bubbly laugh. Then she gave me a soft kiss on the lips and hurried ahead of me back to her class. I looked at my watch, and saw I was late. I didn’t care, Brooke was OK with me going away, we had a date for the afternoon, and life was good again.

  ‘Come back here, John.’ I heard Brooke say. We had just finished making love at our spot by the river bank. I had got up to get some water from the car, and when I turned around she was still lying naked on her back. The perspiration from our love making was glistering on her body, she was still breathing heavy, I could see her breast moving up and down, and I felt stirring in my loins again. I walked over to her and stood in front of the sun, casting my shadow over her.

  ‘Hey big boy, are you ready for another round?’ she said, her voice husky.

  ‘Sure looks and feels that way, baby.’

  ‘Well, are you coming back then?’

  I lay down next to her, and she smoothly moved on top of me. She leaned forward letting her breasts slowly caress my face while looking deeply into my eyes. She adjusts her hips and took me inside her. I saw her eyes open wide when she had me all the way inside her, then with a steady rhythm, she rode me until we both climaxed.

  Afterwards she jumped in the water, and lay there floating on the surface, just making tiny adjustments with her feet and hands to keep her from sinking.

  ‘John, where exactly are you going tomorrow?’

  ‘We go up the Old Western Trail. It starts about fifteen miles south of town, and then continues up the mountains for about another ten miles, lot’s of hairpin turns, and switchbacks, great for bike riding. At this time of year there aren’t many people up there so we can go quite fast. At the end of the trail there is a small camp, we usually spend the night there and then drive back in the morning. You should come with us one day.’

  ‘Sounds wonderful, I wish I could, but I don’t have a bike and no time this weekend.’

  ‘The bike problem can be solved, old Mr. Jones, the town mechanic rents Quads to tourists, I am sure he would give you a good deal.’

  ‘Maybe next time,’ she said.

  With that, she went under water and swam out. She surfaced about twenty yards out, and then swam back, very fast. She didn’t look it, but I remember thinking, she must be incredibly strong for her size and being a woman. She handled that guy at the gas station like nothing, and when I was with her, I could feel the muscles in her body. Maybe she had worked out in LA? By the time I finished my thoughts she was standing above me, dripping water. I kissed her stomach and then said,

  ‘Well, my little mermaid, it’s time to go home. I have to suck up to my parents to make sure they will not back out of letting me spend the night tomorrow.’

  ‘You’re right; I have things to do too.’

  We packed our things into Brooke’s car, and she drove us back to town. We had decided earlier she would drop me off before reaching my house, just to avoid meeting my parents. It was 7pm, and my parents might be outside enjoying the last rays of sunshine.

  We kissed goodbye in the car, and agreed I would call her on Sunday when I got back.