Installment Seven Fall Break

Chapter Seven

Jamie kept her promise to make fall break very interesting. I dropped her off at her parent’s house with a light kiss when we got home on Friday evening. Saturday afternoon she was begging me to come over while her parents were gone. I thought she’d lost her mind, but I went straight to her.

Later, after we’d made love in her bed, we lay side by side gently stroking each other. I love the feel of her soft skin under my fingers. “Kayla wants us all to go out to dinner when we get back,” Jamie says casually.

I instinctively tensed and Jamie looked in my eyes questioningly. “Good,” I say. “It’s about time she agreed to meet me.”

“She is really shy,” Jamie says.

“Well, still, I’m interested in meeting the woman who is getting to spend so much time with you.”

“You can’t be jealous,” Jamie says, lightly stroking my naked breasts, “Especially with all the love we’ve made lately. How could you possibly think that I’m into someone else when I want to make love with you all the time?”

She had me there.  “I know, but I’m just not used to sharing you with another lesbian.”

Jamie kissed me lightly, and then with more intent. “Let me show you again why you don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

Two hours and a short nap later, we drug ourselves out of Jamie’s bed and into the shower. That, of course, led to more lovemaking. I swear the girl is insatiable. I guess I really should let this thing with Kayla go. Surely to God she wouldn’t want me like this all the time if she were even remotely interested in someone else.

By the time Jamie’s parents go home we were sitting in the family room watching a movie.  When her mother gave us her usual disapproving look I started to move away, but Jamie put her hand on my leg to stop me. “Hi,” she said cheerfully to her mom. “How was your day?”

“It was good,” her mom said and went upstairs.

“I’m going to head home,” I said and bent down to put on my tennis shoes that were sitting next to the couch.

Jamie sighed, “I hate that you feel like you have to leave.”

I looked toward the stairs and heard a shower start. Turning to Jamie, I pulled her into my arms for a quick kiss. “I hate leaving, but your mom hates me and that makes it very uncomfortable to stay.”

“I don’t think she hates you,” Jamie said. “She just still hasn’t adjusted to us being lovers.”

Standing, I said, “Sweetie, she is never going to adjust to us being lovers.”

Jamie stood too and walked with me to the door. She looked toward the stairs and then kissed me. “You are probably right, but she is going to have to learn to deal with the fact that you will always be a part of my life.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever,” Jamie answered with a grin. She kissed me one more time before I opened the door to her father who was just about to walk in.

“Hey girls,” he said cheerfully. He gave me a quick hug surprising me. “How’s school?”

I shrugged, “It’s school.”

Jamie laughed, “Algebra is her favorite subject and she’s really enjoying the class.”

Her father looked from her to me and laughed. “I don’t believe that for a minute. How’s the art classes?”

“They’re pretty cool,” I said. “The professor is great and I’m learning some really great stuff.”

“But everything else?” Mr. Edwards asked.

Grinning, I said, “It sucks. Except psychology. That’s kind of interesting.”

“It’ll get better once you get past your general ed classes and get to focus on your degree classes,” he said. “Don’t let the boring classes get you down.”

“I’ll try not to,” I said. Giving Jamie’s arm a gentle squeeze, “I have to run. I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” she said and threaded her arm through her dad’s as they went to the living room.

Well, at least her dad likes me, I thought as I headed to my Jeep. I had no doubt that her mother was never going to come to terms with my relationship with Jamie. I just hoped she never came between us.

* * *

Being at home in my own bedroom was awesome. The room I have at Aunt Cheryl’s house is nice, but it’s not the same as my room here. As I lie back on my bed, I study the posters of rock groups that I had collected over the years and the pictures I’d drawn. It’s funny how juvenile the posters seem now. I have only been away from home a few months, but it feels like I’ve matured years.

I still like the dark blues and black decorations, but I think I’m going to take down the posters and put something more artist up. Maybe prints from some of my favorite steampunk artist.

There’s a light knock on the door. “Hey, you ready to eat?”

I jumped off the bed and opened the door. “I’m starved.”

My mother smiled in at me, “Good. Dave and I are going to treat you to a steak dinner.”

“Awesome,” I said, turned and grabbed my shoes. “We leaving now?”

“Yep,” Mom said. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to talk to you much last night, but I was exhausted.”

“I know,” I said. “I understand.”

I followed Mom out to my stepfather, Dave’s truck. “Hey kiddo,” he said when I climbed in. Did you have a good visit with Jamie?”

“Yeah, it was awesome,” I said trying not to blush. It was extremely awesome. I was still really nervous the whole time that Jamie’s mom was going to come home and catch us in bed. I would have to bring her over to my house during the week when Dave and Mom were gone so we could have some real alone time.

“How’s school going?” he asked. “Every time you’ve called you’ve sounded a bit bummed out.”

“Yeah, school is school. My art class is pretty neat, but algebra sucks.”

“I’ve never understood why you have to take all those general ed classes. What do they have to do with your degree?” Dave said.

“I don’t know,” I said, “but they suck. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m going to do after my scholarship runs out. I’m having a hard time wrapping my brain around the cost of taking a bunch of classes that I’m going to hate.”

“So what are you saying?” Mom turned to look at me in the backseat of the king cab. “Are you going to drop out of school?”

Dropping my head, I said, “I don’t know.  I’m just having a hard time thinking about spending the next four years running up a student loan debt when I could be out working.”

“What does Jamie say about that?” Mom asked.

“I haven’t talked to her about it,” I admitted.

Mom and Dave shared a look. “Well, it’s totally up to you,” Mom said, “but if you want to stick it out, we’ll help with the money.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I said. “I haven’t made any final decisions. I’m just not sure I’m cut out for college, but we’ll see what happens.”

“Yeah, it’s only been a few months,” Dave said. “Maybe it will get easier.”

* * *

The rest of the fall break Jamie and I went back and forth between houses, but we made love at my house most of the time. There was less possibility of my parents suddenly come home, and even if they did, they wouldn’t freak out to find us alone in my bedroom.

I discussed my plans to replace the posters in my room with steampunk art with Jamie. She liked the idea. She wasn’t that big on steampunk, but she was cool with me changing the room. It’s my room and her opinion shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it is. I always want her to feel comfortable in my room.

I wanted to talk to Jamie about my concerns over staying at school beyond the year that my scholarship covered, but there never seemed to be a good time to talk about it. I knew she was going to freak out, but I just really hate school, and I can’t see making enough as an artist to warrant the student loans. I just didn’t know what I was going to do.

Like Dave said, maybe it would get easier. Maybe after the first semester, I’ll have a really interesting semester and love being at school. I couldn’t really see that but I was going to try to stay positive.  But, until then, I had a paper that was due as soon as we got back. Maybe I could get Jamie over here for the last night and we could celebrate our last day of fall break together.