CHAPTER 33
I’ve always heard that you never know what you have until it’s gone. Well, I will be the first to admit to that! I really didn’t know what I had until it was gone, and the feelings that I was having towards Dawson were almost uncontrollable. I couldn’t believe myself. Part of me just wanted to push them to the side and ignore them since he was “dating” my stepbrother, but then another part of me wanted to interfere with that relationship just like he did with Jared and I. I was at a lost. I didn’t know what to do.
Upon arriving at dad’s house, we all got out of the car and headed inside. Dad and Dylan helped Dawson and I with our bags and went and placed them in our rooms, and once again, I would be sharing a bed with somebody else while visiting my dad—Dawson!
Dad and Dylan left the room and it was only Dawson and I in there, I hadn’t quite figured out where the hell Spencer was, but that was the lease of my damn worries. A lot of crap has happened within the last couple of hours, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on, and Dawson was seeing that. He walked over to me, brushed my hair a little, and softly stroked my cheek. I couldn’t help myself, I let one tear escape and slide down my face, and he instantly wiped it up with the hand that was on my face. I walked towards him to close the gap between up and just wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my head in his neck. I wasn’t crying that much, but I just wanted to be held by somebody who know me and what was going on with me. Dawson wrapped his arms around my shoulders and was rubbing my back, similar to how you would try to get a baby to burp! I had to smile at this, but then knew that he wouldn’t let anything or anybody do anything to me. I did love him; he was my best friend in the entire world!
I’m not sure how long we were standing in my room just hugging one another, but it didn’t seem like it was that long, before Dawson removed his hands from my back and placed them on my shoulders lifting me up to look him in the face.
He opened his mouth to talk a couple of times, but nothing ever came out, so I puckered up and kissed him on the lips. After backing up and opening my eyes again, I could see that his eyes were still closed and he had the biggest smile ever and the pretty much just melted my heart.
We crawled into bed together a short time later. When I awoke the next morning, my head was on his chest and he had his arms wrapped around me so tight that he didn’t want me going anywhere in the middle of the night. I just exhaled softly and savored the moment.
Before I knew it, it was already Sunday morning and it was time for us to head to the airport so my dad could fly us back to my mom’s house. It was always bittersweet when leaving Chicago. I absolutely loved that city so much! Dawson and I said our goodbyes to the few people that we at the house at the time of our departure and to Dylan and Sharon. The hug that I gave her was kind of awkward, but nonetheless, she did return a hug!
An hour and a half later, we were on the ground and loading our bags into my car at the airport in town. We gave dad a hug and told him thanks for letting us spend the weekend with him and then I offered to get him something to eat, but he declined the offer and said that he was thinking about flying to Colorado to pick up some dinner and take it back home to Sharon. He told us that we needed to not slack off during the last couple of weeks of school and that he would see the two of us the weekend before graduation. I gave him one last hug and waited to walk to my car until he was taxiing for the runway. I didn’t leave the airport until I couldn’t see him any longer and knew that he was going to be fine. I wasn’t exactly sure when it happened, but sometime while I was watching my dad takeoff, Dawson had slipped his hand into mine and our hands were resting on the center console of my car. I looked over and smiled at him again.
“Lane,” He said. “I think we need to talk.”
I smiled, “Yes, I think you’re right.”
During the 15-minute drive to get his car, which was still parked at school, we got all of the talking done. I had found out that he and Dylan had only had sex one time and that was the New Year’s Eve night that Jared and I caught them in the backseat of Dylan’s BMW. Other than that, they really hadn’t done much of anything. Dylan just wanted to know what it was like and was curious about it all and such and Dawson was happy to give him what he wanted! What a whore!
When entering the parking lot to school, I headed for Dawson’s assigned parking spot up on the front row. Pulling up behind it so we could unload his stuff, the two of us got out. After getting everything out of my car that was his and into his car, he asked if I wanted to come over later tonight.
“I would really like to, but I’m so tired that I don’t think that I will leave my house after I get home! But, if I change my mind, I’ll definitely call you and let you know, but if you want to, you’re more than welcome to come over to my house!” I said.
We said bye to each other and hugged again and he thanked me for letting him go to Chicago with me and the two of us were in our cars and pulling onto the road heading to our own houses.
Pulling into my driveway, I saw that mom and Joe were outside doing yard work, ‘Oh joy, this is how I get to spend the rest of my fucking day. Yay!’ I thought to myself. I pulled into the garage and got all of my bags out of the car. I knew that Joe’s birthday was coming up, so I did some shopping while I was gone and got him some of his favorite cologne, a new briefcase, and a leather bound notebook organizer thing that I had personalized with his initials. I knew he would like everything and I walked out to the front yard and asked my mom if she would come and help me with a few things inside.
I showed her the things and she loved them all. I told him that if she wanted to give him the briefcase, that’d be fine, but I was giving him the notebook thing and the cologne, but she told me that she had already gotten him some stuff and that she had picked up a couple of things that were from “me.” So, this would be a birthday that Joe was going to be getting a lot of presents for! I was more than happy to do that for him, because he definitely did deserve it! He was great! Not better than my dad, but I was very proud to call him my step dad, or better yet, my second dad!
I had gotten all of my bags unpack and my room back in order since being gone for the weekend and headed downstairs to find something to eat. Mom told me that we were either going to go out to eat tonight or we would order a pizza and have it delivered. I didn’t care either way, just as long as I got fed. In the mean time, Dawson had texted me and said that he was going to come over and I relayed the message to mom. She was happy and then went to say that she would just probably go ahead and cook something for dinner tonight since Dawson would be coming over. I laughed and told her that I was glad that she was going to be cooking for my friends, but when it came to me, I had to rely on another restaurant. We laughed and then she asked me what I wanted for dinner… decisions, decisions!!
Mom and I started the prep work for some Lasagna! I called to see where Dawson was and would mind if he would stop at the grocery store in town to get some stuff for some salad. After we had everything made the four of us sat down for dinner. We had 14-layer lasagna, tossed salad, garlic bread, cherry tomatoes, and a lemon sweet tart for desert!
It had been a couple of weeks since I had been to a private tumbling lesson and Dawson had been to a couple of other private lessons without me since he was trying out for the cheer team at college and since he made it, he had already gone to the conditioning coach and has had a private lesson with him, so I decided that I was going to go to the backyard and warm up on the trampoline and the eventually make my way to the ground and do some passes.
I started out with my normal warm-up routine; 1 back handspring (BHS), 2 BHS, 3 BHS, 3 BHS to a tuck, 2 BHS to a tuck, 1 BHS to a tuck, and a standing tuck. (For those of you who don’t know, a back handspring, or BHS, is when you flip all the way over, but you use your hands as support, keeping your legs locked at the knees and your feet as tight together as you can. And a back tuck, or tuck, is when you flip all the way over without using your hands to support you. You want to bring your knees as close to your chest as you can, almost like your in the fetal position and use your arms as your motivation to get started until your flipping and then wrap your arms around your knees so you’re looking like a ball!)
After I finished with the first set of warm-ups, I decided that I had better stretch a little bit, but that didn’t take too long, and I always notice how much more flexible I am becoming when I am stretching. After I got up, I decided that I wanted to do a couple of passes, so I started out with a round off, then 3 BHS, and ending with a tuck. I seemed pretty pleased with the way that I was feeling when I did the pass that I wasn’t going to worry about getting on the trampoline or doing another pass, instead I started warming up my full. (A full is a combination of a back tuck and spinning in the air, not flipping, spinning! The key is that you don’t bend your legs, you keep as straight as you can and when your in the process of flipping, you start to turn your body.)
So, I started out with a standing tuck, to 2 BHS and a full. It was a little rusty and not good at first, so I did it again. On the third time, I was happy with it and went to the next thing. A standing tuck, 1 BHS, and a full. It was really good, but I needed to work on a little bit more speed. Ultimately I worked my way down and landed my standing full. Dawson was already in the middle of the yard showing off, but I wasn’t going to let him win, even though he was training on a collegiate level, I needed to keep up with him!
After an hour of pretty much nonstop tumbling, we were both beat! My knee was hurting and Dawson’s ankle was hurting, and after about 20 minutes, both of our wrists were hurting, but we didn’t stop, now they were on fire. We went inside and mom complimented us on everything that she had seen from the kitchen window, but she ran to get her video camera and wanted us to do 3 more passes so she could record them. I looked at Dawson and we both wanted to go back out and tumble so she could record it, but we weren’t sure if we physically could, but we ended up going back outside.
There were some passes that Dawson and I had done in the past as well as that day that we really like doing, and we have done them enough together that the synchronization together is incredible. We did the first two passes and the two of us were matching each other’s breathing; that’s how much we have done those passes together. And on the third and final one, we decided for a rather long pass, but thought that we could do it.
5-6-7-8-hit-clap-run. Round off-check! BHS-check! BHS-check! Whip back-check! BHS-check! Whip back-check! Whip back-check! Full-check! Round off-check! BHS-check! Whip back-check! Whip back-check! Whip back-check! BHS-check! BHS-check! BHS-check! Whip back-check! Full-check! Full-check! Tuck-check!
Dawson and I landed the last tuck together, but I wasn’t exactly sure how much we had kept up with each other through the rest of the pass, but thought that it wouldn’t have been too bad off if we both landed and stood together on the ending tuck! We were exhausted and as soon as I stood up to clean, I fell onto the grass breathing so hard that I thought I was going to die!
It was almost dark and I lay on the grass long enough that I was starting to itch everywhere, so that meant it was time to go inside and take a shower!! Walking up the stairs to the house and through the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor, Dawson was following me every step of the way. Just as we entered my room, out of habit, I shut the door. Before I knew what was going on, Dawson had me up against the wall gagging me with his tongue. He was working on getting my shirt off of my head and I thought ‘what the hell,’ and started taking his off too. We broke our kissing just long enough to get our shirts off of our head, and then we were right back to making out. I started itching some more so I tried to push Dawson off of me so I could start walking to the shower so I could get it, but he wasn’t budging. This wasn’t like him. He was so dominant today! It was really turning me on!
Finally, I just turned my head and tried to act like I could breathe, which now thinking about it, it was becoming difficult to breathe when we were raping each other’s mouths with our tongues!
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to take a shower. This itching as got to go!” I said to him as I was walking towards my bathroom.
I didn’t hear Dawson follow me, so I just left the bathroom door open a little bit, that away the steam could circulate through my bedroom. I turned the shower on, stripped, and stepped in the shower. Just as I was rinsing all of the sweat and grass off of me the door opened.
“Can I join you?” Dawson asked as he dropped his shirt.
