Chapter Sixteen
Go yourself, nobody cares.
I've already finished "If Lucy fell" but I'm currently posting on a different computer. I'll post the last 5 chapters of this novel a bit later, as soon as I wake up tomorrow morning since I ain't having no class to go to until late afternoon. I'm definitely gonna continue to write it but I'll give myself a long break, so I can focus on some real-life stuffs such as schoolwork and some other things... I'll resume writing when this semister ends in January and the next long holiday comes, if I'm still alive then.
Chapter Sixteen
I put one hand around her neck and pulled our heads close, my other hand supporting the weight of my upper body as my head ascended towards hers, then our mouths met… I remembered something similar that I dreamed about, but this moment was so real, and her full lips so sensual.
My stick felt painful being strenuously abraded by the coarse blanket and I felt some liquid already trickling off its top. Was it lubricant, or even blood? I didn’t care about it either way, and I couldn’t. I could rub it off down to the root and my mouth would remain where it was, where my goddess’s was. I knew I would regret it for lifelong if I somehow managed to miss a tiny part of this wondrous moment.
But pleasant time never last long, and it turned out true yet again in my life… After giving me a long full kiss, my goddess moved her head away from my mouth before I could drag her down to the floor and roll over the floor with her. She was still breathing hard, her face still blushed, but she somehow managed a calm voice and said, “Rogue, I love you… but I’ve got a movie to shoot this morning and… I just had a shower earlier this morning and I can’t mess up myself yet again, you know.”
“No… goddess…” I was about to cry, tears instantly filling my eyes, “Don’t, goddess, please…” I was literally begging my goddess to stay, just as obsequiously as the Lakers begged DH to stay a few months back.
Her eyes also became wet, as she extended a hand under my neck and carefully took hold of my head in her arms, my face leaning against her soft breasts.
“Stay with me, goddess, don’t leave me please…” I murmured in a weak tentative voice.
“I won’t, I won’t ever leave my Roguey, I promise…” She said back to me, while her hands stroking my hair gently. I knew she was saying that against her will though. She was devoted to her job and she really cherished the chance to work together with the film legend that Morgan Freeman was, so she couldn’t miss it, and it was expected to be a great film… But what name was it? I didn’t need to think very hard to get the answer, because the film’s name was so familiar to me…
I instantly remembered everything, all the details about what happened yesterday, and the day before… and my mind was once again flooded by guilt, and it felt like my blood circulation ceased as my heart stopped working. I had no right to shed any tears for my own loneliness… I felt sinful, I broke my girl’s heart yet I just begged someone else’s wife to stay with me, while my girlfriend was left alone in the hospital. If I had done the same not in my goddess’s arms but on the cliff yesterday, my Lucy wouldn’t have jumped and we would’ve been home in Dallas already. My cowardice and Lucy’s staunch love for me led to her being hospitalized, and how could I succeed last night giving another woman that thing which I had never given to my Lucy?… I would never ever forgive myself if the worst scenario came true.
Chapter Seventeen
I wiped my eyes dry on her white T-shirt, which already felt a bit damp, with her sweat, her tears and mine, and it didn’t omit even a pinch of the scent, transporting all of it from my goddess to the feast for my nose. I was grateful that her shirt was cotton-made, so it didn’t spoil the feast with any chemical smell like nylon would. Her scent assuaged my guilt feeling to some extent, and brought me back the ability to talk.
“I’m sorry, goddess…” I apologized to her, and said, “I know the movie is important to you, and it was my fault… and I’ve also got something important to do today… I’ll go to the hospital to see Lucy.”
“Thanks, Ro… I’ll go there too as soon as my work is done… Lucy is also my friend.”
I gazed at my goddess, touched by what she just said. There weren’t many women in this world who were so generous, who wouldn’t mind sharing with another woman the affection of the guy they both loved, and I was so lucky I had met with two, and fallen in love with them both. Her face was teary but still beautiful like the finest work of art you could ever imagine. Her hazels eyes were watery and shiny, in the morning sunlight that felt just as warm as her full lips and the big smile. I looked down her neck and found more creases on her T-shirt, and a big white spot on the chest area, through which the pink color of her bra could be seen clearly.
“Goddess… your shirt is dirty, maybe you need to change it.” I said apologetically.
“I will when I’m leaving, but not now… I’m wearing it every minute I am with my Roguey. I’ve been wearing it all the time since last night, because I so love it…”
“Goddess…” I was speechless, trying my best to blink tears back.
“And I’m never gonna wash it probably, hope it won’t be stinking too bad, hehehe…” My goddess’s joke made both of us laugh a bit, and she continued, “And I was very careful cooking in the kitchen, and thankfully it remains clear of any oil spots… I felt so happy in the kitchen, wearing this shirt, cooking for my Roguey.”
“Thank you, goddess…” though I wasn’t even sure for what I was thanking her, for cooking me the meal, or wearing the shirt I trashed up so bad…
“Rogue, you’re welcome. Come up now and let’s eat that whole up before it gets cold.” My goddess then extended her arms under mine to help me wriggle out as she spoke.
My chest was out of the blanket, then my bare stomach… suddenly I realized something was wrong and I abruptly stopped, and said, “Wait a second, goddess… I’m sorry but where’re my clothes?”
“Over there, on the sofa. Just get out and dress up yourself, hon, hurry up.” She said and continued pulling me out. I felt her force again… strong and irresistible just like her charm.
“No… goddess, please stop.” I shrieked, “I… sorry, goddess, I ain’t wearing nothing down there… please fetch me my clothes, my pants at least so I’d get dressed under the blanket.”
“No way, Rogue…” My goddess countered, “I want to see it, see you standing up straight with nothing blocking my sight.”
“Goddess, pardon me, please… I ain’t looking that great.” I tried to explain to her. My body figure ain’t anywhere close to Ryan’s or Romain’s, or any other man’s that my goddess had seen. I got little muscles, no thickness on my chest or shoulders, and I looked a bit flabby even. My big fatty belly had always counted against my confidence since my high school years, and that was probably one of the main reasons why I’d chosen to be a celibate rather than embarrass myself in front a hypothetic girlfriend of mine.
But suddenly I realized I was living in Rogue’s body now, and I’d never really appreciated it since I took control of it several months ago. I had no idea how hunky it was, or how much charm to a woman it could generate.
I still hesitated, but my goddess insisted, “You liar, Rogue. I’ve seen it before, remember, on the night after the Hitch premiere in Dallas?”
“Yes, I remember it.” And of course I remembered it, from a different perspective than Rogue’s though. I saw and heard everything that night from my goddess’s perspective, and I still remembered everything so clearly as if they had only happened yesterday.
I flipped the blanket entirely and stood right up, and my body was then exposed right before my goddess, in full length and details.
“Wow…” She shrieked like a little girl, genuinely excited like she had just kicked asses of her whole class in the final exams. I opened my arms and she automatically flew in, driven by the most natural instinct which was written in her gene.
thanks Rogue
Chapter Eighteen
I held her body firmly in my arms, and close enough so that she wouldn’t see anymore what I didn’t want her to see. Her soft breasts were rubbing against my bare chest, the wet spot felt cold on my skin at first but the dampness was soon evaporated by our body temperature. I rumpled her hair, rubbing my face against the fluffy dark blonde threads and my neck against her cheek and ear of the side where the moles were.
She began stroking and caressing me as soon as her hands reached my back, then her hands trotted down along my spine, in two lanes right and left, and finally at about the same time they arrived on my bare ass.
My animal self took the best of me once again this morning, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it happening. I felt my goddess’s hands marching towards the front, and I didn’t want her to touch my bushy area, not knowing if she would like it that way, or not. So I tried to forward my pubic area as much as I could, finally the whole thing was hidden under her white tight skirt.
She wasn’t yet ready to give up chasing it though… Her hands also went under her skirt, but didn’t go straightly for me, but instead climbed all the way up towards her waist. She gripped the upper brim of her underwear then pulled it down…
I felt I was entering something, a feeling that I’d never forget until the end of my life, the warm humid entrance leading to a deep mysterious space… the door wide open to let me in, the walls hugging me tightly just as her arms did. Everything went so naturally and intriguingly, and it made us forget completely about our respective errands of the day, both of us…
The membrane was so thin it felt like her flesh was going to absorb mine, and so smooth that it felt even more comfortable than my own sheath. My friend crept all the way in until running out of its length. Then I began playing with him, tugging it back a bit then pushing it back in, back and forth… My heart was beating harder and harder to pump down enough energy to sustain this labor.
We were both working hard and our breaths could hardly provide even the minimum oxygen our bodies needed, but we were still hugging each other so tightly nothing could separate us, or stop us.
The hard work finally pushed us to the limits of our bodies… we could no longer sustain a standing manner. Our cold feet failed us at once and we lost balance, both of us “falling down” on the ground then rolling around. But we were still holding each other tightly and closely, not even any air allowed in between us…
Chapter Nineteen
We ate breakfast together after we got done making love. I was never a fan of Chinese food but really tasted good this time, though I wasn’t sure whether it was because I was hungry or that it was cooked by my goddess.
“I… have to go now… Jason must have been waiting down there for quite a while now…” My goddess said. She tried to sound calm but still I could sense the disappointment in her voice. Obviously she wanted to stay a bit longer, but couldn’t.
‘It’s so kind of him to not come up here or make a phone call…’ I thought, and I was convinced that Jason must know what had been going on here. “Jason is such a good person, I think. It might be a bad comparison but he really looks like Agent Coulson to me, to be honest, a perfect subordinate.”
“Then who do you think I am, if Jason equals Coulson?” My goddess asked jokingly.
“You’re my goddess and you’ll forever be my goddess, so Natasha is my goddess too… you already own that character, to be honest, like the Terminator for Arnold and Rambo for Stallone.”
“They’re film legends. Thanks, Rogue, I wish I will be as great as them someday.”
“You already are… goddess.” I responded briskly.
“Thank you, Rogue, and I’ve seen a bit of Woody Allen on you. I have total faith in you, and you’ll be just as good a writer as Woody someday.”
Woody had won 4 Oscars and he was one of her most admired persons, and she just compared me to Woody… I was so thrilled and my mouth felt as if glued up by sweet.
“Rogue… I’m sorry but I really have to leave now, or I’d be late. And I’m afraid you have to go to the hospital by taxi…” My goddess already opened the door as she spoke to me.
Yes, I suddenly remembered that my girlfriend Lucy was in hospital and I needed to went there and see her. How could I forget about her again, and again?
“I also got to leave now, too…” I said to my goddess defiantly, “Lucy must have been waiting for me, she’s been waiting for so long…”
“Rogue, you’re such a good person. I think that’s why Lucy loves you so much, and me too, both of us love you so much…” She said then gave me a short kiss on my cheek.
She locked the door then we went down to the ground floor together, and as soon as we stepped out of the building, I saw her Limousine was indeed waiting there. Jason saw us too, so he lowered the window and waved to me kindly, “Mr. Smith, I’m sorry but Scarlett can’t be late for the film shooting so you have to take a taxi or something to go to the hospital, bro.”
“Nothing much, bud, just be careful driving and send my goddess to the filming site safely.” I turned to my goddess and said, “Take care of yourself, goddess, and don’t forget to go to the hospital… Lucy and I will be waiting for you.”
“Sure I will go there. I love Lucy too, I love you both…” She said to me promisingly, with another short kiss on my cheek.
Thank you, Nono, mi hermano. There ain't many posters around this place who bother to even read my novels but i know there're still good posters here so I continued writing, I owe this to you all. you're always one of the top posters to frequent the NBA forum (I don't often post upstairs), which also include my Heel, and m>s of course, and my friend/mentor Cully who's returning soon, and you guys give me the strength to waddle through all hardships, imho.
But i'm probably gonna have a long break as a novel writer, just like i said a few posts up, to focus on some real-life stuffs, with the possibility of experiencing some actual romance in the real world rather than the imaginary one hopefully. My imagination feels dry for the moment and my body tired, and I think it's time for me to have a break. I'll resume writing when the next long holiday comes in January though, and I'll then import some latest updates of Scarlett's life into my novels (like her upcoming films Lucy and Her). This whole series is written for my goddess, after all.
The last chapter
I went to the hospital by taxi and as soon as I arrived, I headed straightly to the floor where Lucy’s room was, without using elevator. I climbed up the stairs on foot, as some sort of punishment, for being such an insouciant boyfriend, for being away from her for so long when she needed me the most.
It was almost noon already but the room was still dim thanks to the curtains that covered the windows. The electric lights were on, but they look so pale just like the face of Lucy’s mom who was sitting in a chair beside Lucy’s bed. It was only about ten hours since last time I saw her but it seemed as if it was ten years… her hair one or two degrees greyer, her hands thinner. Her face looked drained but dry, and I knew she had finally run out of tears, her eyes fixed in her daughter’s direction, motionlessly, gazing at the poor girl who was still sleeping, motionless too.
She had heard my steps, and as I walked close, she finally managed to move her eyes for the first time in a long while. She glanced at me then looked away quickly, her attention back on her daughter, and my attention was led there too.
She was still sleeping, her lips and eyes tightly closed, and I could sense that she was enduring a nightmare which she was trying to wake up from but couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, mom. I’m late…” I said remorsefully.
“No, Rogue. You arrived just in time. Lucy has a habit of oversleeping at weekends, and she’s still waiting for you to wake her up…” She wanted to say more but her mouth was now too quivery to make any words, then both of us burst to tears instantly…
“Rogue, you shouldn’t cry… you’re a man.” Finally it was the old woman who first regained the ability to speak.
I grabbed her hand and put it close to my face, then rubbed it against my cheek. It was still pale and cold, and no reaction to my tears. “I promise I won’t cry, Lucy, but you have to wake up, you have too…” I said softly to her palm, hoping it could help me send the message to her heart.
I felt the throbbing artery inside her wrist, blooding flowing through it, and the speed was increasing slowly and steadily, the temperature too.
“Lucy… She reacted to me, mom” I was thrilled like a little girl, thought there was still no visible change to be noticed.
“Yeah, sure… She loves you very much…” She tried to pretend delighted but her voice was calm… apparently she had a hard time believing it.
“She’s waking, indeed…” I turned back to Lucy and said, “Scarlett will come here later today, and you have to wake up before she arrives, Lucy, to give her a surprise.”
Scarlett promised me she would come later today but I felt like she was with me all the time… she was right outside the window, looking at us, praying for Lucy…
I pulled the curtain aside and the noon sunshine came in strongly, lighting up Lucy’s bed.
“No… Rogue, don’t do it.” Lucy’s mom stood up and tried to stop me, but already too late.
“Mom, trust me, she needs this… My goddess is coming in and she’s gonna help Lucy wake up, I promise.”
“Who’s your goddess?” She asked me, bemused.
“Scarlett Johansson, mom, she’s a daughter of Apollo’s, an incarnation of the sun…”
“Oh… Rogue, my poor son…” obviously she didn’t believe what I just said. Even the most pious Christians wouldn’t believe that, I was afraid.
But her tone was drastically changed when she saw the color of life coming back to Lucy’s face gradually… “Oh my god… thank god, oh no, thank your goddess…” She said jubilantly.
Her eyeballs were moving quickly under her lids, her lashes shaking… now all she needed was just a wakeup call. I moved my head close and whispered to her, “Lucy, time to wake up, honey…”
Her big blue eyes opened, gleaming in the sunshine. She looked so gorgeous it made me regret not having appreciated her enough the past several months. She looked just as beautiful my goddess, except that she was younger, and more innocent.
I felt blessed that god gave me such a wonderful girl, despite me being such a wimp and asshole. And I was also grateful to my goddess, for saving my life twice and my girlfriend’s once. I felt I had got what people often referred to as “true love”, which most guys in the world could only dream about, and I didn’t only get it from one girl, but two, and both of them were such wonderful persons and they both loved me so much… I had to be the happiest man in the world, I thought, and I knew I probably wouldn’t even dare to meet any old friend of mine, like Irving or Brine, who would otherwise burn me up with their envious eyes.
Lucy gazed at me. Her blue eyes were teary but she still put on a big smile… I couldn’t imagine what sort of pain she had just experienced, for as long as twenty-four hours something, my eyes were filled with tears too. Then her mom also came to the bed and appeared in her sight…
“Where’s dad? Hasn’t he also come here to see me?” Lucy asked. I heard her magnificent voice again, not until this moment was I totally convinced that she had indeed woken up.
“He’s out looking to rent an apartment nearby…” Her mom said, but her voice was unsure. It was possible that her dad was just escaping it because he couldn’t bear it, or he just didn’t care at all… It appeared to me that her dad was estranged from her family, to some extent, though I didn’t think so strongly.
“Lucy, thank god you’re awake, thank god… no, thank our goddess.” Lucy’s mom continued.
“Yes, mom… she’s our goddess, a goddess to us all…” Lucy said, then turned her eyes and looked at me, affectionately.
I was so touched… I tried my best to hold my tears inside my eyes but still wept. I held her hand tightly against my face, then moved my head close to hers, where I could even feel her breath by my whiskers. I kissed her slightly on the cheek and whispered, “Sure she is… She’s our goddess, forever…”
To be continued.
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