Dream On

Is it som sort of subconscious rebellion against my father, who clearly doesn’t like him? Or maybe against my mother, who have (or at least had) this great connection with him? Or is it simply teenage hormones running amuck? I just don’t know. And I have no idea what to do about it.

I mean, I can’t just walk up to him and start flirting, like you would do with any other guy. He’s known me since I was a little kid, and sees me as nothing more than his partners daughter. And considering the things I’ve said and done in my resent life, not exactly the ideal daughter. And even if he hadn’t known my mother, he’s still a lot older and a lot more experienced than me. I’m turning eighteen tomorrow, or today actually considering the time, and he’s what... thirtyone-thirtytwo something like that, that’s fourteen years difference.

Why, why, why can’t I fall in love with someone my age? It’s not like I haven’t tried, I’ve gone out with quite a few guys, and really trying to feel something... something more for them. I even slept with the latest one, Peter, and he wasn’t bad or anything, but... he just wasn’t Bosco. It’s too bad really, that I don’t love Peter, because he’s a really nice guy and he genuinely cares about me, and mom and dad both like him. I know that’s not a good enough reason to stay with him, but that’s what I’m doing for now. At least ‘til after my b-day, or I’m gonna have to spend the whole day explaining the ‘why’s and ‘how’s to everyone. Well, everyone... it’s gonna be my parents and little brother, grandma, my moms brother Stan (I don’t feel like I know him well enough to call him my uncle), Peter the soon-to-be-ex and my three best friends Gaby, Kath and Zoe. And maybe Bosco... if dad lets him in... when mom said yesterday that he probably was going to stop by, dad just mumbled something inaudible and kept on reading the paper.

Lunchtime found me in the school cafeteria, eating vanilla pudding and explaining the ‘why’s and ‘how’s to Gaby, Kath and Zoe. They had of course figured out from my vague answers about Peter that everything wasn’t right. Kath thought I was insane even considering leaving such a great guy as Peter, Zoe wondered in her tactfuy ify if he was now officially up for grabs, and Gaby, she gave me the most mischievous smile and asked me if I had made a move yet.


- “No, I haven’t, and I don’t wanna break up with him on my birthday so you have to...”.
- “I wasn’t talking about Peter. I was talking about that incredibly sexy cop that you persist on calling ‘uncle’.” she said, and then added with a grimace “I really hope you’ll give that up now, or it’s going to be weird.”
- “What cop? You’ve got the hots for your uncle? Yuk! Have I missed something here?” Kath was getting worked up, she just moved here this semester, and haven’t got the hang of our families yet.
- “He’s not really her uncle, he just works with her mom. And he’s oh so gorgeous. You know who he is Zoe”
- “Yeah, oh my god, he is so cute. Kath, he was the one driving when Faith stopped by to give Em that shoppinglist a couple weeks ago.”
- “Oh, him. But, he’s got to be... well, older. I mean, do you really think you have a shot?”
- “Of course she does! She just have to work a little to get him. And between the four of us, I’m pretty sure we can come up with some damn good ideas.”
- “Hello! I’m sitting right here, you know.”
- “I know, and we’re sitting right beside you. And in exchange for some juicy details, when you’ve got some, I’ll even let you borrow my dick-magnet dress this evening.” Gaby said, looking very happy with herself, ignoring my protests about the grandma, parents and soon-to-be-ex that also would be present.


Fortunately, the reason Gabys dress was a ‘dick-magnet’ was that it was at least one size too small for her, on me it didn’t look half as slutty. It was a short black dress with spaghetti straps and a slightly flared skirt, no frills or frippery. Pretty innocent, if not for the low-cut empire style neckline, but at least on me it wasn’t quite as noticeable as on Gaby. And together with the hair and make-up, it ceartainly made me look more mature. In fact, all of us looked pretty damn hot, since Zoe insisted that it would look more inconspicuous that way. Dad, Charlie and grandma didn’t seem to notice anything different about us, mom just raised an eyebrow, her brother Stan had no way of noticing since he hadn’t seen me in years, but poor Peter was beside himself and didn’t know where to look. I did a mental eyeroll and tried not to sigh aloud at his fumbling and mumbling. For gods sake, he’s two years my senior, and still acts like a fourteen year old.

Despite the weird mix of family and friends of different ages, I had a great time, I think we all had, and I actually forgot to fret about Bosco. We were at the living room table in the middle of a game of cards and I didn’t even notice when he came, suddenly he just stod there in the doorway, talking quietly with my mom. It was a good thing it wasn’t my turn right then, because I think my brain had a meltdown. My breathing hitched, my knees went weak and yet he hadn’t even looked at me. Okay, who’s acting like a fourteen year old now. I laid down my cards and made my way up to him, returning his 1000W-smiith ith one of my own, before flinging my arrounround his neck.


- “Happy eighteenth birthday!” he said, his warm breath against my neck sent shivers of arousal down my spine. “So, how does it feel to be all grown up and boring?” he asked with a look of fake-pitying, withdrawing a little to be able to look at me but still with his arms around me. I laughed up at him.
- “It’s a bit dissapointing actually, I don’t feel any different.” I answered, pouting a little and glancing up at him through my eyelashes.
- “Maybe this will cheer you up then” he said, releasing me and handing me a perfectly wrapped present.
- “Oh, thank you!” I exclaimed and hugged him once again, this time deliberately pressing certain parts of my anatomy extra close to him. “But you didn’te toe to... I’m just glad that you came.” He had no idea how glad I was...


I carefully opened the gift, and found the most exquisite silver necklace with a small onyx on the pendant. ‘It’s beautiful’ I whispered breathily, and nearly died when his answer came... ‘Beautiful things for a beautiful woman.’ Memories from my dream flashed before me. He took the necklace from my hands and turned me around to fasten it, and I had to bite my lip not to moan wantonly when he pulled my hair aside and his warm hands connected with my neck. It was not until then I noticed Sasha Monroe standing there, she had arrived with Bosco but I had been so occupied I had only seen him. She too congratulated me and gave me a hug, and then I herded them into the kitchen to get some cake.

I was propped up on a counter, balancing the plate on my crossed legs, and Bosco was leaning against the opposite wall. Sasha and mom were at the table discussing curtains, and soon they disappeared to look at something or another. I took the last bit of creamy cake on my spoon and slowly devoured it in a way that I knew looked hot, and completed the show by running the tip of my tounge over my upper lip. Since I didn’t want to be too obvious I focused my attention at the livingroom entrance, and when I looked at him again to see his reaction, he looked more amused than aroused.


- “Are you trying to kill the poor guy out there?” he asked, eyes glittering with laughter.
- “Do you think it’s working?” I asked back, raising one elegantly plucked eyebrow. He stepped closer and lowered his voice to keep others from hearing.
- “Let’s just say, you should refrain from doing that when you’re alone with a man, if you’re not willing to... go the distance, so to speak”. I was just about to ask him in a hinting tone if he considered himself a man, when...
- “Bosco! We need to get going!” Sasha called from the door, and I don’t know if I were relieved or annoyed.


After countless renderings and lots of anlysing, my three friends bid godnight in the wee hours of the night, leaving me to my own premises. After much tossing and turning I finally managed to fall asleep, the necklace still around my neck. Maybe I would have slept more easily if I had known that in another bed, in another room, in another apartment a certain someone was having similar problems. A real hard time, you could say, and in double meaning at that...