Fucked Over Part 2

Author’s Note: If you haven’t read part one, please do. This part won’t make much sense if you haven’t. That’s all. Enjoy.
So I woke up from my nap to a banging on my door. With the way the room is shaped, any knock on the door sounds infinitely louder than it ought to. And my dream came back in slurs and it was very fuzzy. Something about talking…then rain…then fucking…every man’s fantasy. But it had all been a dream.
My aunt stomped up the stairs. “You’re gonna miss your date if you keep sleeping. Get up. Get showered. Dinner is almost ready to go.” And with that she left.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched. I grabbed my clothes for the night and went to take a shower. After my shower I brushed my teeth and groomed to make myself presentable. Then I went into the house to check on dinner. It was ready. My aunt was packing it up in a real picnic basket. It smelled delicious. When she finished packing it, with a coke and a sprite to drink, I put it in my car. Then I left to go meet this girl.
The trip was long. Seemed too long. But I arrived. And I waited for her to get off work. And when she did, we decided to go to the Wal-mart parking lot and have our picnic. And everything went smoothly. Everything went great. We talked and laughed and joked and flirted. We enjoyed the food. The only thing that went differently from my dream, was that it never rained and we never fucked. She did however, press herself against me, right before we parted ways. We looked into each other’s eyes. And when I leaned down to kiss her, she turned her head so that I merely kissed her cheek.
She laughed and smiled at me. “Not yet. I’m not ready for that yet.”
And with that she left. I was in shock for a little while. But I soon went home, crawled into bed, and dreamed those dreams that love brings to us.
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For a couple weeks following this excursion, we talked daily.