Midnight Desire | MATURE JB

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

It was Friday. I decided to stay home from school. I told Esme about my decision, and she asked if I was feeling all right.

"Yes, I'm just tired – I didn't sleep well," I responded evasively.

"You do look a little out of sorts," she admitted. "Do you want to go see your father? I'll be out most of the day."

"Uh, no. I'll just go back to bed for a while." I made a hasty exit. I reaped the advantages of a perfect grade point average—a free pass to skip school anytime, no questions asked.

I returned to my room, and my siblings left without me. I was honest with myself—it was simple fear that kept me out of school. My reaction yesterday was bad enough, but after last night...I could no longer control my own body—awake or asleep.

As I sat on the sofa in my bedroom, I tried to analyze the situation. I was a rational person; logic dictated that this problem should be just as solvable as any other. So what was it about Chelsea that had me so completely unnerved?

I thought about the way she looked. She was truly lovely, no doubt, but that hadn't meant anything in the past. So I sought to determine what it was in particular about her that made me want to act like a complete caveman, fighting to restrain myself from dragging her off and ravishing her. I tried to visualize every detail about her, from the first moment she turned towards my desk until she sat down next to me. But other than her alabaster skin, her long, silky, brown hair, her full pink lips, her delectable curves... Hell, this wasn't doing any good at all. I was just getting hard again.

I really did need to talk to her. I was pretty certain that once we had a conversation, my attraction to her would wane. That had always happened in the past, although admittedly, I had never felt this intense of a reaction before. Okay, I had never felt anything at all like this before. Maybe I should go to school this afternoon and see if I could speak with her?

No, that wouldn't do. I needed a game plan. I needed to make sure I wouldn't lose control around her again. If that happened, and she realized it, I'd have to go crawl under a rock somewhere. I could just imagine explaining that to Carlisle. Well, Chelsea noticed I had a massive erection while I was talking to her, so I'm just going to have to change schools...

Unfortunately, I could only think of one method of...preparing myself to see her again, not to mention avoiding the whole nocturnal emission problem. I was just going to have to be more...pro-active in relieving my...tension. I could do that.

I mean, in spite of the fact that I hadn't felt the need to indulge in that sort of behavior with any regularity in the past, that really was perfectly normal and, more importantly, didn't leave any telltale signs for your mother. That thought reminded me—I'd have to wash my sheets after Esme left. In the meantime, since I hadn't showered yet today, perhaps I'd get in some...practice.

From that moment on, I put the "Chelsea Resistance Plan" into effect with a vengeance. I spent more time in my bathroom that weekend than I had in the last month combined. If masturbation really did cause blindness, I was going to need a seeing-eye dog by the end of the week. Other than the fact that I was getting rather sore though, I was pleased that I had a viable plan. As usual, I was sure I was right—this would work.

I got up early Monday morning so I could...take additional precautions. I took my time in the shower, feeling especially thankful that my room was the only occupied one on this floor of the house. Also, I was now careful to turn up the music in my room to assist in camouflaging my activities. As I further refined the seduction fantasy, my expressions of...delight were getting more audible.