New Money (JB//Current)

Chapter Three.

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       Even when she was far away from me, I'd felt her close by. Metaphorically and figuratively, of course. And maybe the occasional strokes of my erections were imagined to be by her own hands. Better not.

I'd learned to cut through the distance, and I knew she still loved me. Caralynn Braun had to have still loved me. And it made me laugh and smile to know that she stuck with me all those past years, even when she knew she deserved better. She showed her patience every day.

Some memories were filled with pain, but even more brought absolute joy. And I'd tried to forget about the past we had. How could I forget someone who's made me who I am today? Even then, we were the kind of people with too much past. I loved this girl to the point of obsession. At least I realized it.

But knowing that she'd always be a part of me was comforting.

"Justin, darling, I'm going away," she tells me, fighting back tears. "Somewhere far, far away. And I don't know when I shall see you again."

"That can't possibly be right," I say, anxiously. "You're staying here with me forever."

"Justin, please," she sobs. "Please understand that I have no say in my parents' decisions. You shall forever rest in my heart. I can promise you that." She collapses in my arms and cries softly as I brush her soft hair with my fingers.

"I love you, Caralynn," I tell her. "I always will. Come with me." I lead her to her bedroom. It was just the two of us in this grand house, and it served one purpose for now.

I want to hold her. I want to make love to her. I want us to feel something warm and alive, to fill the emptiness that was to come when she'd gone. She rises her to her toes and kisses me sweetly, and it is the sweetest kiss ever, but soon becomes more. I lock the door and guide her to her giant mattress. This sex we were to experience was to be pure love. So I stop before we reach ourselves, and I tell her that I love her. And she looks up at me with her perfect, beautiful blue orbs and softly exhales "I love you too". And then we let go of ourselves, her being entirely seductive in her most innocent ways. We lie, tangled together, unmoving, unspeaking. And we both know that this is what sex should be.

She used to kiss me all over, and touched me as if I were made of glass: softly, slowly, gently. She whispered her tender passion, sweet and romantic. But god, she was sexy. And I'd just stop and stare. Just look, watch as her eyes shone brightly. It was like something from a film. She was my beautiful angel and she'd make sure every inch of me was caressed. By her mouth, her words, her delicate, loving hands. And I couldn't imagine getting that again with any other person. That kind of relationship was perfect, really. And we experienced the real thing. It was real love. In love with my stunning, gorgeous soul mate; my very own golden girl.

She was too good for me in every way possible, and she knew it too. Her smile was too bright, her eyes too pure, status too great. And every accomplishment shriveled before her naked glory. Her lips were so uniquely tainted, her hair like perfect rings around my fingers.

Status was the biggest part of it. She'd been brought up in an incredibly wealthy family. She had everything a girl could ask for, and her home was a palace. She'd always been around with people who wore their wealth like crowns, and they all walked dripping with money or precious jewels.

I was the complete opposite. My mother and I were at the poverty line, slipping dangerously close to sinking beneath it. And then my lucky mother bumped into Chester Braun in one of those antique shops. She worked for an old jeweler who'd been out, leaving her to manage the store. He'd been in search of a rare bracelet, made with the finest jewels, for his daughter's tenth birthday. And after a single conversation with my mother, decided that she'd certainly do as an intern. He is what'd kept us going and highly accepted me. "You are like a son to me." He'd tell me at least once a month. He respected both my mother and I, and had given me the many opportunities I'd had. That'd included getting into college.