Summer Wind

Summer Wind - (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

Chapter 5 - "If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,- That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear."

Jameson stood outside of her homeroom class studying her schedule. Anger boiled inside of her as she compared the list of classes with what she remembered registering for in the spring. The fourth year art class had been replaced with AP Calculus.

She had confronted her father as soon as she had received the course listing. The flimsy excuse of overcrowded classes hadn’t withstood the computer check that Jameson had run as soon as she had left his office. It had doubly infuriated her when he had also pointed out that it was lucky that the Calculus course had been available to fill the empty slot. It would certainly look more impressive upon her college applications than the art class.

After lunch Jameson stood outside of the art room watching the students slowly wander in. More than half the seats remained empty when the tardy bell rang. Jameson turned and headed for the Math Department. She knew it wouldn’t be the last time she would be late for the class.

How was she going to make it through the rest of the week? She wouldn’t be able to see Warren until she could sneak away on Friday. She focused her thoughts on seeing Warren as the professor began his lecture.

Meanwhile, Warren was having just as hard of a time concentrating at Sky High. He was glad to be a senior and one step closer to graduation, but he wasn’t looking forward as much to seeing his friends as one would think. He had kept in touch with Will, Layla. Magenta, Zach, and Ethan since the incident at the dance, but despite their developing friendship he wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to share with them about his relationship with Jameson. She was becoming very important to him, but what would his friends think about him hooking up with a citizen? Even he didn’t think it was a good idea.

By the time Friday arrived he was sick and tired of evading the question of what he was going to do over the weekend. Leaving the school as quickly as possible, he didn’t give his friends a chance to say “‘goodbye’ or ‘see you Monday’.

He headed for the park even though he knew he would probably have hours to wait. In fact, dusk had approached by the time he finally saw a lithe figure running down the path towards him. With her hair pulled up into a ponytail, he was able to see the exhilaration on her face as she approached him. He had a feeling it was probably the run, that had brought the look of elation to her features, but he’d like to think that he was at least partly responsible.

Instead of slowing down as she approached him, she hit him at full speed knocking them both into the grass. After years of playing ‘Save the Citizen’, Warren took the impact in stride, cushioning the fall for Jameson as they hit the ground. He rolled her to one side, and pushed himself up on one elbow. “Glad to see me?” he asked smiling.

She reached up with one hand to run her fingers through his hair, watching the sun illuminate the red streaks. “I didn’t think I was going to make it through the week.” She wound the tresses around her fist and pulled him down to meet her kiss.

Though she had pulled him into her forcefully, he controlled his response. Starting off gently he merely breathed in her scent. Then he teased her by brushing his lips lightly over hers, then pulling away. He studied her reaction through lowered lids, and couldn’t help grinning. She looked as desperate as he had felt at their last encounter. He resisted bringing his free hand over to touch her though he literally burned to run his hand under her shirt and release the clasp of the bra he could see through her flimsy shirt.

Unable to resist the agony, Jameson reached up and slid her hand under Warren’s shirt. She was surprised at the heat emanating from his skin. He was burning hot. He always looked so cool and controlled. She knew that was part of what drew her to him. She wanted to be the one to make him break and lose that control. She ran her hand up his chest, growing wet as she felt the tight abs and hard nipples. She heard his intake of breath and knew that she had him. He leaned into her and kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart and sucking at her tongue. He brought one hand down to grip the back of her head so she couldn’t pull away. Glad to oblige him, Jameson rolled closer and thrust her hips against the hardness she knew she would find.

Jameson opened her eyes briefly and was surprised to discover the grass around them was burning. “We need to find somewhere else to go,” she whispered.

Warren extinguished the fire, and rose to his feet, pulling Jameson with him. “Let’s go to my house.” He began walking backwards, holding on to her fingertips, leading but not forcing her up the path.

“We can go to my house. My dad won’t be home for hours.” Jameson watched for his reaction but the light from the lamppost cast his face in shadows.

Warren laughed, “I’d rather take my chances at my house.” He knew his mother wouldn’t be home that night. She was out of the country taking care of a minor emergency. Of that he was sure. As to how far he could trust Jameson’s information, he wasn’t sure, nor was he willing to risk it.

“Are you saying you don’t believe me,” she cocked her head to one side, stopping on the path.

Warren stepped forward, and slid his arms around her waist. “Let’s just say I’m being cautious.”

“Okay, tonight we do it your way. Later, it’s my turn.” They turned and headed up the path that would take them to Jameson’s car.

Jameson didn’t know what she was expecting to find inside of a hero’s home, but surprisingly, everything looked the same as you would expect to find inside of any middle-income family home. Though she didn’t really get a chance to look at anything except the living room and hallway, before Warren began pulling her up the stairs towards his room.

Suddenly shyer than she had been for a long time when she was with a boy, Jameson took a moment to look around the room. No heavy metal band posters, no girlie pictures, no clothes scattered on the floor. Not what she had pictured. But there was a bookcase full of books and an antique wooden desk piled with school assignments. On top of the folder closest to her, Jameson saw the book she had given Warren the previous week. Already dog eared in spots, it looked as though he was making better progress with it than she was.

She heard the door click shut behind her and turned to see Warren leaning against the doorframe. Seeing him quiet and still reminded Jameson of what continued to draw her to him every time they were near. When she watched his face, studied his demeanor, she knew that as dark as she was, he contained the possibility of being even darker. She didn’t think she could shock him, or disappoint him into pulling away. She had a feeling he already knew what lay in her soul and if he already knew that, then whatever she did wouldn’t come as a surprise. And if he was already prepared, then he wouldn’t be hurt, and if he wasn’t hurt, she wouldn’t be either.

He crossed the room to stand in front of her. Reaching out, he touched her face gently. Tracing one finger down the edge of her face, he leaned in to kiss her gently. Knowing that there would be no interruptions this time made them both hesitant. Warren touched her lips gently with his tongue, licking softly along the edges. Jameson opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out to meet his. At this joining, Warren felt the heat building in side of him, and reached out to run his hands up Jameson’s sides and under her shirt. He alternated pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth and then pulling out to suck roughly at her lower lip.


Jameson moaned as his hands contacted her bare skin. She shoved her hips against his reflexively. Warren responded by thrusting his thumbs under the lower edge of her bra. When he rubbed his thumbs along her breasts, and heard Jameson moan in response, he flicked open the front closure and in one smooth movement pulled her bra and shirt up over her head. Leaning forward, he bent to suck her nipples, rubbing his hands alternatively along her back and abdomen.

He felt her begin to back towards the bed. Following her as she stretched out upon the place where he would spend many sleepless nights, he started to lower himself down beside of her. Jameson stopped him by sliding her hands under the edge of his shirt. When she gripped the waist of his pants forcefully, he pulled his own shirt off and barely managed to stifle a groan when she popped the button of his jeans. Sliding them down over his hips, she pulled him forward.

As she crawled backwards over the bed, he took a moment to rein his emotions in. He needed to slow down. Events were moving too quickly. Warren moved forward to lie beside of her. Kissing Jameson gently, he ran one hand over her breasts, massaging the nipples. Then lowering his face to suck urgently at her neck, he ran his hand down to touch her belly. She lifted her hips in response. He slipped his fingers under the waistband, to feel the cotton of her panties. Pushing under the elastic, he touched the curly hairs and seeking still, went lower. When he found the wetness there, he moaned into her neck, unable to control himself.

Withdrawing, he sat up to pull her legs free of her jeans. Now left with only thin scraps of fabric separating them, Jameson could appreciate the muscles running down Warren’s abdomen, his well-defined arms, and the way all the muscles of his body rippled as he moved. Now as she studied his cock, straining to be free, it was blatantly obvious that he was as ready as she was.

Pulling off her panties, she then leaned back against the pillows. Reaching out she dragged him forward, between her legs. Warren discarded the last bit of clothing separating them, and lowered himself down upon her. Hesitating for a moment, he looked into her eyes, but when she thrust her hips upward to meet his, he could control himself no longer. He shoved his cock forward into her folds, relishing the hot, wetness. He heard her groan, and bent to kiss her urgently. Sucking at her lips as their motion rocked the bed gently, he worried briefly about the coming moment when he would no longer have command over the fire within him. But as her movements became more forceful, his concerns slipped away. When she wrapped her legs around him, thrusting with all of her might, he had no control of reflexes. Remembering at the last moment that she was only a citizen; he moved his hands to the edge of the bed, gripping the covers tightly. Flames licked along the edge of the sheets as he came. Shuddering, he thrust several more times; finally reaching up to run his hands along her arms as he gently kissed her neck.

Pushing himself up, he looked into her eyes. “ I love you, Jamie,” Warren whispered, wrapping his arms around her.

She didn’t believe him. It was too early for love, but she smiled despite herself. “Put out the flames, Warren, before there’s nothing left of your bedroom. Your mother’s sure to suspect something, then.”

She laughed as he extinguished the fire. Then sitting up, she reached for her clothes. “Come on. I have more plans for us this evening.” She had no time for anything as predictable as basking in the after glow.

Warren shook his head in disbelief, and pulled on his jeans.

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Review please.

First love scene I’ve written.

Too quick? Too soon? Too coarse or clumsy? Responses appreciated.