Beginnings by Natasha Walker Page A

to?’
    ‘Jess.’
    Emma felt a pang of jealousy and then laughed at herself.

    ‘Your girlfriend?’ she teased.
    ‘No … no.’
    ‘Doesn’t matter. I want you to come here at … um … come at twelve. I’ll leave the back door open.’
    ‘I can’t, Emma.’
    ‘Why can’t you? Are you meeting Jess?’
    ‘No. I can’t get out of here. Mum and Dad will hear.’
    ‘Can’t you move quietly? I want you here at twelve,’ she demanded. ‘I need you,’ she added.
    ‘I’ll try.’
    ‘You better come, or I’ll come and find you.’
    ‘OK, OK.’
    ‘Bye.’
    ‘Bye.’
    She hung up and then she smiled mischievously and dialled again.
    ‘Hello?’
    ‘Did you pull off?’
    ‘No,’ he said.
    ‘Did you want to?’
    There was a pause. She listened to his breathing.
    ‘Tell me. Jess is waiting,’ she urged.
    ‘Yes,’ he sighed.
    ‘Can you hold on till tonight?’

    ‘Yes.’
    ‘OK, bye.’
    ‘Bye.’
    ‘Wait! Jason, are you there?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    ‘I didn’t wait,’ she revealed and hung up.

    Jason was lying in his bed in his parents’ house. He was dozing. Dreams seduced him from consciousness. In his hand he held his alarm clock. His finger was still on the button to silence it when it went off. Now he slept. It was ten-thirty, the alarm was set for twelve.
    In his dreams he overslept his appointed time. He slept badly and tossed and turned, rolling onto the alarm clock as he did so. Now his dreams were made worse by the uncomfortable presence of the small square of plastic and metal beneath his lower back. He dreamt of being stabbed. He woke up.
    Seeing nothing in the dark room he reached up to switch on the light. He felt the pain of the lost clock in his back and he pulled it out and looked at it. He still had an hour or so to wait. He turned off the light and clutched the clock to him. He feltaroused. His cock was rigid in his pyjamas. No dreamed stabbing could calm his body tonight. He was anxious and edgy. Since that day he jumped over Emma’s fence he seemed to spend his life on edge. She made him so hot.
    He was constantly thinking about her. The way she talked to him, the way she touched him, the way she let him touch her and how she looked and felt.
    He was full of her.
    He couldn’t concentrate at school.
    He couldn’t concentrate at home.
    He was beginning to realise the enormity of what they were doing. His mind was a pendulum of indecision. Everything she said was new. It was as if she saw life from a completely different perspective to his. And he had to admit that he preferred her perspective. He had always been so abrupt in his thinking and she was softening the lines which bound every one of his ideas.
    He lay in the darkness thinking about her. He was unable to sleep. His mind had charged his body once again. All it took these days was a single thought. Jason had become obsessed with certain parts of his lover’s body. He loved thinking that she was his lover. He thought of herstomach, the lovely shape of her belly. Her feet. Her fingers. Lips. The weight of her against him, her body pressed, jammed against his.
    In his bed that night, holding the alarm, he wished the time would tick faster on to twelve. He had an erection and under the bed covers he was stroking his cock. Emma had warned him not to masturbate that night but the thought of her watching him kiss her stomach and the pleasure he was able to give her while kissing her breasts that very afternoon had made his cock throb painfully for release.
    He had been thinking of Emma in an entirely different way. Before today he hadn’t been in any hurry to see her nude. The few times when they had been together he had loved what she had given him to love. The actual speed of progress taken was in Emma’s hands. But this afternoon had changed that. He had moved things along. He had taken her breasts in his hands and she had let him. Now he wanted more.
    Since he had left her house he had been thinking of her breasts, he