Maisy

Chapter 2: Jon

I blinked my eyes and before me was a face, luminous skin on a face I barely recognized.  A small, soft body was straddled in my lap.  

"Jon?"  The person whispered, this body, this skin, these fingertips on my chest, lightly buzzing.

"Maisy? Oh my god!"  I stood, setting her down, then quickly jumped away.

"What happened? What did I do?"  I asked while continuing to distance us, realizing I was hard as all blood drained from my face.

I smelled lemon.  I spun around. Maisy's room. Yes. She had asked me to stay in her room. I must have fallen asleep.  I looked towards her again, her hair was rustled and she rubbed her bare arms.

"What happened?" I asked again quickly.

"Nothing."  It was a light and easy 'nothing' but her stare was too coy, the shrug of her shoulder too cozy.

"That wasn't nothing," I pointed towards the chair, backing away until my back hit the wall.  "Did I do something to you?"

She smiled and shook her head no.

"Of all the times to be quiet, Maisy, speak!"

"Sing a song of sixpence."

"What?"

"A pocket full of rye."

"HUH?"

"That's all I can think. That nursery rhyme. Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye, four and twenty black birds baked in a pie, when the pie-"

"Maisy, STOP!  I'm serious! What just happened?"

"I told you! Noooooothing!"

I closed my eyes, pinched the bridge of my nose, "did I touch you?"  

The idea made my head pound, and I slowly approached her to convey the seriousness with my eyes.

Her lips twitched and she dropped her gaze, "you were moaning, and I came here," she patted the arm of the chair, meeting my eyes again, "and I just tried to pull you from your dreams, because you weren't okay, and I've been there so many times..."  

"But did I touch you?" I asked again, lightly.

"I... touched you," Maisy said. Like she was admitting to something not there, like she couldn't quite rely on her mind, so I remained quiet, but then her gaze shifted down my body, I remembered my prior arousal, and I wasn't sure if I'd hoped she had or hadn't meant she'd touched me there.

"I was just trying to wake you up.  Then you just picked me up and put me in your lap.  Then you woke up. That's it."

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"You're not lying?"

"Nooooooo."

"100% sure?"

"101."

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she pulled her hair in front of her eyes, "it felt nice." 

"I'm so sorry, please, please… I don't know how that happened.  Please know I'm sorry."
If anyone found out, fuck if her parents found out.  How the hell did I let this happen?  

I began to pace. I tripped over a yellow sneaker.  Suddenly the room felt hot, smaller, not enough air for us both, Maisy backed up and sat in said chair.

"Sit down for a minute."

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded again.

"Sit dowwnnnn," she demanded again.

"I can't sit down!  What if something had happened? What if someone saw us?"  My pacing ensued.

"Look at that painting."

"Huh?"

"Look at that painting!" She was pointing behind me, I spun around.

"What?"

"What do you see?" 

"What do I see?"

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"Do I like it?"

"Stop repeating me! Look at the damn landscape!  Do you like it?" Maisy laughed.

I looked.  "Um. Honestly, I don't know… I don't think I like it."

"I fucking hate it.  I kept staring at it before."

I turned back to Maisy and she asked me again to sit down.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," I started as I sat, wiping my face with both hands.

"Jon, you didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes, I did... Your parents..." my voice trailed off.

"They're never going to know that for 2 seconds we hugged, even though if they did know they couldn't say crap because I am an adult."

"A hug."

"Yeah, a hug.  And no one will know, just breathe."  She laughed again. 

“You were straddling me, Maisy.”  And I was erect.

“That was my fault,” she waved it away with her hand and a smirk.

“This was definitely my fault.”

“How could it have been your fault?  You were asleep!”

“But I…”  All I could do was point to her in that damned chair.

“Had an erection?”  She offered to me with a giggle.

“FUCK!”  I covered my eyes with my hands, "I have to go, I’m so sorry."

Maisy's smile went away but she nodded.

"That was the most we've ever spoken," she remarked as I reached the door.

I stopped.

"It felt nice."

And all I could think was how her mouth looked lonely as I stumbled back to my room.