XVI
Red. My least favorite color. The room was red, my eyes wondered around trying to find the switch. A shadow moved, squinting my eyes to find out what it was, it moved again, showing me it was a silhouette of a person. The figure had her hair down, and looked like she was not wearing any atom of clothing.
Suddenly there were drapes around the room, the figure was standing in between two drapes. Her hands were covering her bare breasts while her legs were crossed together to form an X shape.
I was more than confused, I didn't understand what was going on. Where was I? Who was she? And can a better bulb be switched on? The red one was hurting my eyes.
"Hello?" I called out. The empty room made my voice bounce off of the walls.
Her slender fore finger came up to her lips as an attempt to shush me. I blinked in confusion.
'okay, what is going on?' I thought to myself.
Her both hands came free of her breasts, they bounced a little as they sprung free. She held unto one of the drapes by her side with each hand.
Slowly she turned to back me, and suddenly I knew who she was.
"Clarissa?" Her name left my lips as soon as it hit me.
She didn't answer, instead she bounced down to her knee level. Her heel clad feet made squeaky sounds. As if on cue, a slow song comes on. Following the beat, she slowly comes back up as she twists and turns her waist.
The movements of her body, and the sound of the music started to get me all excited. She swished her waist to the left, then to the right still following the beat of the lyricless music.
I tried to move forward, I needed to confirm if she was Clarissa. But I couldn't move my feet, it felt like I was planted and deeply rooted in that spot. I couldn't shake myself free.
She wrapped the drape on her left side on her left hand, and slowly raised her right leg up over her shoulder, as she bent slowly to her back. Her right hand slowly ran over her naked body, stopping only to make slow circles on her thighs and stomach. The movements got me more than excited. I felt the bulge in my pants grow so much it hurt.
In a single motion, she was down on the floor, her legs had done a split. The act drove me to the edge of madness.
She slowly brought herself up on all fours, she crawled towards me very slowly. Her ass was up in the air. I felt the excitement build in my system.
Until my phone started to ring, I ignored it for a minute. But she had stopped crawling to me. She had even stopped moving.
The phone rang again. I grunted as I stood up. I knew it was a dream. But I wished it went on longer. Every time she came to my dream, she would tease me and then leave me high and dry.
"This better be worth it." Warning laid thickly under my tone.
"That's no way to speak to your mother Kennedy Russell."
I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second to see the caller ID.
"Shit." I cursed as I saw mom's name displayed.
"Language!" Mom hissed.
I sighed, I was tired. I didn't sleep half the night. I was very uncomfortable. Which was weird, how many nights did I spend at my parents place? And all of a sudden my house felt uncomfortable.
"Good morning mom."
She mumbled something about kids being disrespectful and everything else. And I was praying for her to get straight to the point so I can get back into bed and hope that my dream continued from where it stopped.
"Evangeline's mother and her are going on a spiritual cleansing journey, So your date has to be today."
"Oh hell no." I say without thinking.
"KENNEDY RUSSELL! what in the world has gotten into you?"
"You want me to go on a date with her?? In two consecutive days??"
"Kennedy, YOU made the lady cry, it's up to you to fix your mistake like a grown man. I'm merely giving you a chance here." She sounded like she genuinely thought she was helping.
I took a deep breath,
"Mom look, I didn't make her cry, that girl, that girl Evangeline? She is crazy. Very crazy." My explanation seemed to have zero effect on her.
"I don't know what you're trying to pull, but sounds like a Jonathan to me, do you have any idea how hard it was to get her mom to set this date up?" Her voice took the motherly black mailing tone.
I almost rolled my eyes at her, her last card, her all time card was that tone.
"I am sure I'm going to regret this, what time is it?" I finally gave in as I swung my feet off the bed.
"This time it's an evening date. Thank you son! You're the best. I'll text you the address." Her excitement was seeping out of her pores, and through the phone speakers.
Before I had the chance to respond, she disconnected the call.
I had a lot of time before evening, so I decided to kill time, maybe do a little preparation for my mind, if I had to meet Evangeline again I needed to do spiritual cleansing on my soul.
I stretched downwards, my almost flaccid member stared at me, reminding me that my dream was way better than my reality. I had a whole Clarissa Jones, or whatever the heck her real name was all to myself, and she gave me a strip tease. In real life? I had Evangeline that was after my soul.
I sat back down on the bed, getting ready to meet her in my dream again. Quite unfortunately my phone rang again. It was mom.
"Oh hey there." Her voice too cheery, I knew my day dream was never going to happen.
"It seems their journey is this evening. Is now okay?"
Fuck.