Then again, I wouldn’t have had the chance to consider that with everything that happened so fast. It was like someone decided to press the fast-forward button on my life. But now that I was out of prison, she was the first woman that came to mind.
It had been a very long time since I’d felt the luscious curves of a woman and my body responded immediately, my dick hardened at the mere thought of her, naked and here in the shower with me. I could turn the water cold to try to douse the burning heat of desire coursing through my veins, but I knew that it would only be a temporary respite. What the hell? There were worse things in life than giving into the temptations swirling around in my mind. I slid my hand down to and gripped the base of my cock as I began stroking it with long firm pulls while recalling images of Ally and my dick buried deep inside of her. I wasn’t the same kid I’d been back then. I had been hardened by the system that failed me and the institution that had tried to end me. My fantasies weren’t about rose petals, moonlight kisses, and gentle lovemaking. No, I needed more than that for my release. I felt the tension build as I imagined having my hands on her, my teeth on her, taking her hard and fast with relentless thrusts, hearing her begging for more.
I leaned my head against the shower wall bracing myself as the force of the release almost took me to my knees. I continued to stroke my cock roughly, watching the last of my seed as it swirled down the drain. Finally, I dropped my hands to my sides, breathing heavily, completely spent.
Shutting the water off I stepped out of the shower and realized I had forgotten to grab a towel. Looking around the bathroom, all I could find was a damn washcloth. Remembering that my mom used to keep towels in the linen closet in her bedroom, I quickly snuck out hoping that Jamie was still downstairs and shoved the door to mother's room open, only it wasn’t her bedroom anymore. Words escaped me as I came face to face with my muse. Green eyes widened in shock and possibly terror, looked straight at me, her lips parted as she sucked in a breath, clearly scared shitless. And then she threw a left hook and nearly took my jaw off in the process.
“Fuck Ally!” I shouted in response and instantly put my hands up in defense, which only made the situation worse because what little flesh I was able to cover with the washcloth was now completely exposed.
“Ohmigod!” she shrieked before backing away in horror and shielding her eyes with flailing hands, looking like a two-armed octopus.
“Ally, it’s me, Jason!” I shouted at her, rubbing my jaw, not in the least bit concerned about my state of undress.
“I know who you are! Geezuz, cover yourself up for god sakes!” she cried out, shock giving way to what sounded like anger.
“That’s not what you said the last time we were together,” I smirked.
Her eyes flew open and then just like that she turned her head away and held up her hands again, “That was then and this is now, so cover up Jason,” she scolded.
I was a little taken aback by her tone. She was clearly pissed at me, or scared of me, or both, either way the cat was out of the bag. Jamie never told me she was going to be here, and there I was in the shower less than five minutes ago, rubbing one off to the very woman that stood before me now. What the actual fuck?
Hurt gave way to bitterness as I figured it was the scar over my eye that must have horrified her. But before I could convince her she didn’t have anything to fear, she darted for the door, and my sister came charging in with a rolling pin in her hand.
“What the hell!” I yelled throwing my hands up once again.
Now I had two crazy-eyed females shrieking and dancing around like ants on a hot plate, trying to cover their eyes.
With laughter in her voice, my sister grabbed Ally by the shoulders and comforted her. “Ally calm the fuck down, I don’t think he expected you to be here.”
Ally opened one of her eyes to look at Jaime. Jaime nodded in reassurance before she started giggling again. I stood there irritated and butt-naked as Jamie dissolved into bales of laughter at my expense.
“Hardee Har-Har,” I sneered, “Now that you’ve had a good laugh, Jaime can you please grab me a towel so I can salvage some of my dignity.”
With a snort, Jaime went over to the closet and threw me a towel. I snatched it from the air, exited the room and disappeared into the bathroom before slamming the door shut to the sound of another round of laughter. Not exactly the welcome I had expected. I dried off quickly and threw on the sweatpants and T-shirt before I made my way to the kitchen.
Jason
I could hear the two women whispering in the kitchen when I finally made my way downstairs, and I couldn’t help but listen as Ally and Jamie talked about me. Ally was upset because Jamie hadn’t told her that I was being released, or that I was actually coming here to stay. But this was me, not some stranger. I know we had a lot of unresolved issues, but that was so many years ago. And I hadn’t exactly expected her to run and jump into my waiting arms, but it gnawed at me that she felt threatened, or at least that’s what it sounded like. Did Ally also judge me for what I had done? Did Jamie ever bother to tell her best friend what really happened that night?
I looked longingly up the stairs, contemplating just heading back to my room and staying there until the dust settled. But I knew hiding was not the answer. It was time to face the music.
Jaime and Ally were standing at the kitchen island talking when I walked in.
“I switched shifts with Layla so I could have some time to study at the library, but I forgot that it closed early on Fridays,” Ally said changing the subject like a pro.
“Well, that explains why you were home early,” Jaime replied, glancing in my direction.
Ally was looking everywhere but at me, her arms crossed over her chest, and Jaime just stared at me, her eyes alight with humor. Unsure of what to do next, I cleared my throat and did an awkward hand wave to Ally.
“Uh…hi, Ally. It’s nice to see you again, I’m sorry I scared you,” I apologized hastily.
Turning to glare at my sister, I added, “Jaime didn’t tell me that you were staying here, in master bedroom, might I add.”
Jaime just shrugged her shoulders innocently.
A soft blush had risen on Ally’s cheeks, but her eyes still sparked with a degree of anger or rather disappointment when she looked at me and responded, “It's fine.”
That was it, nothing more. She turned her back, and began to set the table; basically, cutting me off from any further conversation.
I lowered my hand slowly and looked from her to my sister. Jaime just raised her eyebrows and shrugged as if to say, who knows?
“Shall we eat then? Dinner is ready.” Jaime said as she pushed back from the island. “I made your favorite; pot roast, caramelized carrots, mashed potatoes and gravy and cornbread. There’s also strawberry shortcake for dessert.”
Well now, that was a blast from the past. The aroma already played ping pong with my senses, the thought of what I’ve missed out, food wise, while I was in prison sent a rumble through my stomach. I wondered if a person could really die from overeating in one meal. I aimed to try.
“Thanks, sis, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble, but I appreciate it,” I said sincerely. Still smarting from Ally’s coldness, I added.
“You’ve gone out of your way to make me feel so comfortable back in our old home.” Judging by the way, Ally’s shoulders stiffened, I could tell she heard my emphasis on Jaime’s individual effort to make me feel comfortable and it being our home. Petty yes, but I didn’t care.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Jaime either because she swatted me with a slotted spoon on her way to the table. Dinner was a quiet and somewhat awkward affair. Jaime tried to make conversation but neither Ally nor I was really willing to engage in small talk. After a few minutes of one-word responses she finally gave up, and we ate in strained silence.
I sat across from Ally, and Jaime sat to my right. Anytime I looked up for whatever reason, Ally quickly looked down at her plate, or off to t
he side appearing to be lost in thought. A few times I caught her staring at my face, presumably my scar. I just rolled my eyes and focused on my food. If she wanted to judge me based on how I looked, then fine! It was the best meal I’d had in years, literally. Ignoring the gnawing discomfort I was feeling with the discord between the two of us, I ate with more gusto than I had in a long time. After clearing two plates of food, I sat back stuffed.
“That’s was excellent Jaime. I think you would have given Nana Joyce a run for her money.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she beamed. “I’m sure they didn’t have gourmet chefs in the pen…” her words trailed off awkwardly. Her eyes darting from mine to Ally’s and back again, “… well, I’m just glad you enjoyed it. I’ll get these dishes cleared.”
She stood up quickly following the uncomfortable silence, but I put a hand on hers to stop her, “Jaime, it’s okay,” I said reassuringly. But I was looking into Ally’s eyes when I said, “It’s no secret that I was in jail. We don’t have to dance around the subject.” I squeezed her hand in comfort as I looked at my sister again and then I turned my gaze back to Ally, “People are going to talk, draw their own conclusions, however wrong they may be. But we are going to get on with our lives, and they can think what they want.”
“But, Jason they don’t know that you…” she started.
“Jaime, I served my time,” I interrupted before she could say anything else. “It’s over and done with. We know the truth, and that’s enough for me. I just want to move on. Can you do that for me?”
She squeezed my hand back, “Yeah, I guess,” she said but there was a distinct hint of sadness in her tone. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel guilty for my crimes.
“We’ll get through this,” I said again.
“I know, I love you,” she said and offered a half smile. It was a glimmer of hope in a dark stormy ocean, but it was something.
“I love you too. Now, let me help you with these dishes.”
Jamie would have none of it. She shooed me away and told me to go on upstairs and get some rest. She had already put fresh sheets on the bed and set a new toothbrush out for me to use. She knew today had been a long emotional day for me. I hated to admit it, but I was exhausted. The southern manners that our parents had instilled in us warred with the exhaustion, but the exhaustion won fair and square.
I hugged her goodnight, gave a curt nod to Ally, and went up to my room. Grabbing my new toothbrush, I headed to the half bath to brush my teeth before crawling into my old bed. It was a little small for me now, only a full-size mattress, but I didn’t care. Anything beat the threadbare blankets and concrete bed with the half an inch mattress, that I had called home for the past eight years.
It couldn’t have taken me long to fall asleep, and for most part I was dead to the world until the nightmares started. They used to plague me every night in prison at the start of my sentence, but slowly over the years they faded, re-occurring once in awhile. It had been months since the last one, and it was always the same nightmare, with varied endings. It was like the replay of a horror film. This time I wasn’t able to get to Jaime in time, an invisible wall kept me from pulling the bastard off of her. The sick fuck just turned and grinned at me before he continued to assault my baby sister. I pounded and screamed and threw my body at the wall, desperate to get to her as she screamed and cried out for help.
I woke drenched in sweat with the covers tangled around me. Despite the sweat, goosebumps raised on my arms as chills wracked my body. This had been one of the bad ones. Rubbing my hands across my face, I threw off the covers and padded to bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. That was it for the night, I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now. I glanced up in the mirror in front of me, and instead of the rugged hardened criminal, it was a younger version of myself staring back at me. In a matter of a night, everything had changed. One moment I had been playing football, attempted to attend classes, I had friends from here to Texas, and then just like that, in the blink of an eye I lost it all. Because of one sequence of events. I would never call, what I did, a mistake because it sure as hell was justice. But that was my opinion, and no one else shared in that. I scooped some more water and splashed my face again before tugging the hand-towel off the rail and patting my face dry.
Not wanting to wake Jaime, I tiptoed downstairs and into the kitchen. It was time for the most epic chick move of all, comfort food. Ice cream and root beer, I had spotted the root beer earlier when I was in the kitchen just before Jamie had dished up dinner, and I knew for a fact that there was ice cream left after desert. I grabbed what I needed, quickly scooped a few large dollops of vanilla ice cream into the glass and topped it up with root beer. Ignoring the remnants of my nightmare, I took a big mouthful. The tang of the soda mixed with the sweetness of the ice cream was perfection. It tasted much better than I remembered. I moved to the table and sat down with my treat. I was just about to take another slurp when I heard the hinges of the kitchen door creaking. Looking up, I saw the silhouette of a short, fuller figure tiptoeing to the fridge. It had to be Ally. Jaimie was much taller and more slender. Plus, I would recognize that shape, even in the dark.
I sat there, with my spoon frozen in mid-air unsure of what to do. I could make a noise and let her know I was here, but I didn’t want to startle her and have her wake up the whole damn neighborhood.
I was about to clear my throat when the fridge opened and the light illuminated her enticing body. She was wearing a sleep shirt that ended just below her ass, which reminded me of old times, when she would sleep over. Desire made my mouth run dry. Wordlessly, I watched her get out a can of soda. When she moved to the freezer, I looked at her quizzically. Surely, she wasn’t making a root beer float too?
I watched her search the freezer for a few moments. She rose up on her toes to search the top shelf and I knew for a fact that her sleep shirt had ridden up and was most likely exposing her fine ass. But all I could see was the outline of her, and my imagination ran wild with its own imagery. Involuntarily, I cleared my throat as I continue to stare at her.
With a sharp intake of breath, she whirled around clutching the soda to her chest.
“Sorry Ally,” I said quickly before she could scream. “I swear I didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t know how to get your attention without startling you.”
“What are you doing sitting in the dark?” Eyeing me suspiciously, she walked over to the far wall and flipped on the middle switch. The dining room light flashed on, momentarily blinding me. The dots cleared from my vision, and I could finally see her in living color, not just a haunting image of her. But now she was hidden behind the island and all I could see what the top half of her.
I was sick of her attitude towards me. “I just wanted a root beer float,” I said pointing to the ice cream container and the empty can on the table next to me.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I stood up, scraping my chair back, and she froze. I just shook my head at her.
“I don’t know what your problem with me is, but don’t worry Princess, I’m no longer in the mood.” Grabbing my glass and spoon, I stalked over to the sink. Pouring the contents down the drain, I rinsed the glass and spoon and put them on the rack. Making sure to skirt around the opposite edge of the island, I ignored her completely as I headed out.
“Jason wait,” she called out. “I didn’t mean to…”
More hurt than angry I lashed out “Didn’t mean to what? Didn’t mean to treat me like the monster I am? Don’t bother denying it, I can see the way that you look at me.”
She just stood there, open mouthed, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Look, I never expected my homecoming to be easy, but I sure as hell didn’t expect to have this kind of animosity in my own home. Not from you of all people.”
I pushed through the kitchen door and stalked upstairs, not caring if I woke Jaime up.
Ally
Is that what he thought, did he rea
lly think I saw him as a monster?
Shame washed over me, as I watched the kitchen door swing close. How could I have been so cruel, and twice in one night? The first time, I admit he had caught me completely off guard. I had come home; completely oblivious to the fact that Jason was here too.
My mind had been so preoccupied that I hardly paid attention to the fact that while Jamie was downstairs, the shower was running. It never once dawned on me that it would be him of all people. I certainly never expected him to stalk into the bedroom stark naked. Boy what a sight that had been!
I felt the familiar blush creep up my neck as I recalled the way the water had glistened over his taut, muscular body. He had seemed taller, but he had also packed on quite a bit more muscle. His shoulders were broad, leading down to thick pecs. His waist tapered in, highlighting a much defined six pack, with just a small trail of dark brown hair leading down past the sharp muscular cut at his hips that was probably the sexiest part of the male anatomy.
This wasn’t the body of a teenage boy anymore. This was the body of a man, a man who had lived hard and on the edge, if the scars on his torso were anything to go by. Instead of repulsing me, it had the complete opposite effect. In those few seconds that I was face to face with him, after my initial shock had faded, I had wanted to trace those scars with my fingertips, hell; I wanted to trace them with the tip of my tongue. And then of course, when he dropped the facecloth, I couldn’t help it; my gaze had immediately dropped following the small trail down to thick dark curls that surrounded his cock. By pure speculation and comparison with my attempts at moving on, he was the biggest one of them all. By all, I mean the two men I attempted to date after Jason disappeared out of my life.
Even limp it had been an impressive display of manhood. A thick shaft hung down at least six inches before tapering into a large pink head. My mouth had gone dry, just looking at the thick veins that wrapped around his girth. Shocked at myself and my brazenness, I had quickly looked back up to his face and screamed, more from embarrassment than anything. But he didn’t know that.
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