Searching for Swimmers

59

Once again Jason stared at the ceiling in his motel room. He couldn't sleep. Gabby had invited him to stay the night. "It would be nice to actually get some use out of the guest room," she had kidded, but Jason refused. "If I stayed the night I'd feel like I was throwing money away on my motel room."

Now he stared at the ceiling of the room he was paying for and wondered why he had refused. He didn't give a shit about the money. Granted, if he was going to stay much longer, he should probably look into a more affordable housing option, and employment, but that wasn't what was preventing him from falling asleep. What prevented him from falling asleep was why he had said no to Gabby when it was now clear that he wanted to say yes. Were Ross and Reese right? Do I have feelings for Gabby?

Jason pictured Gabby's face in his mind and reached his hands inside his boxer shorts under the covers. He stopped massaging his cock and tried to imagine what she looked like naked, then waited for his dick to get hard. If he could manage an erection just by thinking about Gabby in a carnal way, then maybe everyone was right; but if his dick couldn't do it alone with the mere assistance of his imagination, then they were wrong. He removed his hand from his shorts and placed it behind his head. He closed his eyes and imagined her hands on his chest, his hands on her hips, staring into her eyes. A small amount of blood began to pump in his pants. He imagined her say, "You know you want to," then her hands grabbed his penis. She slid it back and forth against her pussy, then...Ring. Ring.

Jason opened his eyes. His phone was ringing. He grabbed it from the nightstand. It was Gabby. He answered, "Hey, what's up?"

"Not much. What's up with you?"

Jason looked down at his crotch and stifled a laugh. "Not much, not much at all."

"I couldn't sleep. The kid's kicking me like it's practicing for the world cup. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, I couldn't sleep either."

"Well, in my insomnia I was craving some cookies and cream ice cream and, well, some company. And seeing as your sole purpose in Austin is to help me out, well I thought maybe you—"

"I'll be over in twenty with some ice cream. Need anything else?"

"Nope. That should do it. Thanks."

"Sure, no problem." Jason pressed the end button on his phone. He got out of bed, relieved by the interruption. As he put on his pants, his brain flipped to the scene in his mind before he'd answered the phone. Jason shook his head and the image faded, but the memory didn't. As he grabbed the car keys he decided to focus on buying ice cream and to bury the newly formed memory.

*****

Gabby put the phone down and smiled. She wondered why was she so happy, but before her mind could wander to the next thought, she'd already deciphered the answer—she had someone to call at 11:00 p.m. when she wanted company. She walked into the TV room unsure of how she felt about this new development. On one hand, it was clear—she was happy about it. But on the other hand, it was simply a temporary arrangement, one that postponed a very serious discussion once the bundle inside of her arrived. Gabby could barely concentrate as she flipped through the movies on the bookshelf. Did I make the wrong decision when I accepted Jason's help in my life? Sure, I've been enjoying it...mostly, but how long can that really last? Summer camp always ended and I never heard from the friends I made there. Fuck it, Gabby thought. She'd always been too much of a planner, able to out think her own joy more times than not. Not this time, she thought. Sure, it might explode in my face, but I'll deal with the emotional shrapnel when the time comes.

She pulled out the movie she wanted to watch and laid it on the coffee table: Endless Summer.