Confessions of a Fag Hag - Chapter 13 Diana Wimples
I was dreaming again. Lately my dreams had been quite vivid and this one was no exception. Except it was one of those kinda weird confusing dreams where stuff is allowed that would be illegal in real life. This time I was driving my Outback down a four-lane highway, and there was constant road construction. They kept transferring the lanes to the other side of the highway, and I kept missing the exchange back, ending up going the wrong way down the other side of oncoming traffic. I'd turn around, no harm done, and get straight again. There was always this other fellow on a motorcycle who had the same problem, and we'd often stop and commiserate together on how to get back to the proper side of the road, and end up helping each other out. Finally, we got to the end of my journey and my car had turned into a horse. I rode the exhausted horse up to Drew, who was waiting there with a white dually crew-cab truck pulling a horse trailer. We loaded up the trailer and then offered the guy a ride home. He got in back with me, and his newly-appeared friend got in front with Drew. Let's just say we all hit it off. Next thing I knew, Drew and his new buddy, who suddenly resembled Evan, were enjoying themselves thoroughly in the front seat, while my new friend, suddenly resembling Alex, was becoming quite attractive to me, and my hormones in this dream state were raging.
I scooted over to him, and we kissed passionately. He hungrily searched my mouth with his tongue, and the taste and feel of him filled my senses. As he played with my mouth, his hands eagerly slid up under my shirt, caressing my breasts, which seemed to be rather bra-less at the time. Somehow the dream shifted and we were in the horse trailer, alone, with no horse to worry about. He had me down on the floor, topless, and was kissing my breasts passionately. I worked at his shirt and soon he too was bare-chested before me, and I rubbed my hands over his hair, over his shoulders and soon had worked my way down to his waist, where his tight pants showed his eagerness to continue this exciting dream sequence. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid my hands in underneath his jeans and boxers and back to his warm firm ass. Pressing his cheeks, I pulled him towards me, kissing his chest. I pulled my hands back out again and slid his pants down over his ass, presenting him in all his eagerness to me. Unable to wait much longer, as dreams have a way of speeding things along sometimes, I soon had my own clothes the rest of the way off and was raising myself eagerly to meet his swollen cock. Straddling me, he bent down over me, pressing his cock between my thighs, sliding it forward and back between my moist lips. Moaning, I pressed down upon him, feeling his warmth and the firmness of his shaft temptingly caressing my most sensitive nerve endings. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I reached down to him and guided his moist cock into me, raising my hips to him as he slid down to me, filling me with his fullness. Moaning with the pleasure of the sensations he was causing me, we moved together as one. Faster we went, up and down, until I neared my climax and I could feel him swelling to his. Pressing myself toward him, moving faster, we came together, the sensations overwhelming me, pulsing through me . . . and waking me up.
The next thing I knew I was in my own bed, full of desire from the dream, and sleeping not with a handsome Josh Hartnett look-alike, but two rather put-out Siamese cats. Not quite the same thing, I'd say. I looked at the clock - 3 a.m. After getting up to use the bathroom and get a drink of water, I slid back into bed, trying not to disturb the cats by gently lifting the covers and placing my feet in under them. They stirred a little but soon enough we were all in comfortable positions again. Yawning, I closed my eyes. Next thing I knew, it was morning. No more exciting dreams, I frowned as I opened my eyes to the morning sun, but, on the other hand, today is the Yule Ball!
I spent the morning helping the Fellowship Committee decorate the Student Lounge where the dance would be held that evening. It was fun hanging blue, green, gold, and silver tinsel and shiny metal balls all over the room, but a little annoying testing year-old Christmas lights and finding that one burnt out bulb that kept the whole string from blinking. Jess and Drew are on the fellowship committee so much of my time was spent handing them something or other as they stood on the ladders ready to attach it to the ceiling. We joked about the dinner last night and the respective cute men with which we had enjoyed our meal. I could tell Jess was smitten by Michael, and of course we already knew that Drew was beginning to adore Evan. I really enjoyed Alex's company, but was scared to let myself think on it further, even with the dream that I had just experienced last night. I mentioned to Drew that I had dreamed about him, Alex, and Evan, and should have kept my mouth shut, for I blushed in the telling of all but the gushy parts.
We finished the decorating then all met up with Julia for lunch. We joked about our favorite dances and hoped Priscilla, who was DJ'ing tonight, would play songs appropriate. Then Drew picked on Jess about how she had literally thrown herself at Mark (or at least, been thrown by Austin) and how he had landed on top of her. She laughed and said sure, we could do the same with Michael, but he had to cushion her fall this time. Mark gave her too many bruises. Drew gushed about Evan and Julia smiled, taking it all in. I think she was a little sad that she was going stag tonight. Drew promised her a dance and we assured her that our men would gladly dance with her too, but we also knew that many a fellow would offer to glide around the dance floor with her tonight.
Later that night, about an hour before we were all scheduled to go to dinner at The Baker's Crust, a local restaurant where they bake their own bread and have fabulous pasta and desserts, I went to Jess's and she helped me do my hair and makeup. Being a gal who just likes to get up and go in the morning, I don't even own makeup, so every year Jess and I have had this rendezvous before the Yule Ball. Jess was already all prettied up and in her purple satin and velour dress with a French braid and one lone curl dangling down over her forehead. I wished I could look as attractive as Jess sometimes, and have her presence. She and Priscilla had their way with the guys, it seemed, always flirting and being flirted with. Priscilla insisted it was confidence, which I definitely don't have around men. Snapping back out of my reverie, I witnessed Jess's transformation of me in the mirror before us. She pulled my hair up over my head, curling the ends, then covered all my blemishes with her magical make-over touch. Soon enough, I was dressed and in the most painful shoes ever. What a girl will do for an inch gained in high heels. I knew I'd be out of those shoes not too long after the dance started.
Almost immediately Drew was banging on her door. We walked out to his car, full of handsome men, and Jess got into her car as there were too many of us to fit into one vehicle. Michael got out of Drew's car, and I took his seat, next to Alex in the back. We drove to Cary Town and the Baker's Crust and took our reserved table. We ordered our drinks, Drew and I taking a Merlot and Jess taking a Gewürztraminer, Alex and Evan each ordered a Chardonnay, and Michael abstained for the evening. We split appetizers of calamari and foccacia with sun-dried tomatoes and basil vinaigrette dip. For our main course Jess Pacific salmon with a side of herb potatoes, Drew ordered cheese tortellini in alfredo sauce with a side of mixed vegetables, Alex ordered a porterhouse steak with a baked potato, Evan dined on salmon, taking Jess's suggestion (and gaining her further approval) but with a Caesar salad on the side instead of the potatoes, Michael had chicken parmesan with a side of herb pasta, and I dined on fresh rainbow trout with almond green beans on the side. With such a delicious dinner before us, we barely had room for dessert. But, we did have just a little. Jess treated us all to crème brule and hot chocolate for our finishing course. I wondered how in the world we were going to have energy to dance while digesting all this marvelous food. Well, however we were going to manage, it was time to find out. We all left happy and full, and piled into our respective vehicular modes of transportation.
Soon we found ourselves back on campus at the now-decorated student center. We could hear the music booming out into the cold, snowy street as we walked gingerly up the slightly icy, but salted sidewalk. I nearly slipped, and Alex took my elbow gingerly. I noticed Michael was guiding Jess in a similar manner. Drew and Evan were elbow in elbow, oh how cute and happy they looked together. When we reached the door, it opened into a lit paradise of Christmas colors and carols, shiny happy people spinning around the dance floor or standing around the well-endowed snack table munching and chatting happily. We all meandered to the coat rooms, putting away our wraps, and returned to check out the food. Soon enough we had split off to dance, snack, or chat. I made sure to greet Julia, giving her a huge hug, and introduced her to Alex. I noticed later Drew introducing her to Evan, and Jess to Michael. Soon a slow song was playing and I found myself in Alex's arms, being swept around the dance floor gracefully. I looked up into his eyes and smiled happily. We glided past Jess and Michael, and Drew and Evan, but the latter two did not even notice it seemed, absorbed in each other's eyes. The night flowed on this way, and we all exchanged dances. I enjoyed my dance with Michael. It is hard to talk when you are that close to someone so much taller than you. As it is, it is difficult enough looking straight up at them in order to dance properly with them. I find myself more often watching their feet to make sure I follow their moves properly. Then Drew whipped me around the floor and we sillily hopped and skipped and cavorted around on a fast song, spinning each other wildly. We also did a few spins around Jess, making her dizzy as is our favorite thing to do. Then, it was my turn with Evan, and I smiled up at him as he tried to help me with some swing moves. I kinda got them, but we did trip up a time or two. Eventually the night grew late and it was time to close out. We all stuck around, helping to clean up, and ended up leaving about midnight. Julia was long gone, as were most of the other guests. We were all still somewhat energized, so we agreed to change into more comfortable clothes and meet back at Drew's.
We were all sitting around chatting gaily when there was a knock at the door. Who in hell would be knocking at 12:30 a.m.? Drew and Evan had slipped out back for a bit to see the newly fallen snow, so I got up to answer the door, not thinking. Unable to look through the peep-hole, I pulled it open and there standing before me was Matt.
"Diana," he began.
"Matt, you are back early?" I questioned, shocked and surprised to see him standing there.
"Yes, I am sorry I missed the dance. I need to talk to you. We need to talk about this . ."
"Matt, now is not the time. I don't want to talk to you right now. We need space. Then we can talk about it."
"Diana, I . . . I want to talk now!" he said, pushing his way past me.
Smelling the alcohol on his breath, I told him, "Matt, you are drunk. You cannot come in here, you are not wanted here right now."
Suddenly, Jess was there. She must have heard the altercation. "What's wrong? Matt, get out!" she glared at him.
I moved back against the wall. He had pushed his way into the foyer, but Jess was blocking him from going any further. "Matt, please go home," I continued to try to encourage him to leave. "We have nothing to talk about right now." I noticed the two boys walking towards us from the living room. Matt must have noticed them too.
"Diana, I see you have more friends over," he chuckled evilly. "Do these boys here know your checkered past? Does your friend here, who thinks she's all that trying to keep me from going in," he gestured toward Jess, taking a step towards her threateningly, "know what a two-timing lesbian bitch you are?"
"Matt, please . . . don't, we can talk about this tomorrow," I tried to assuage him, tried to direct him away from his current track. Jess, Michael, and Alex had no idea about Julia and I, and I wasn't ready for them to know about it.
"No, no, dear, I think now is as good a time as any. Tell me, have you fucked with that girl Julia anymore since I left? I bet you two have been having a royally good time screwing around since I've not been around to meet your needs."
Jess looked at me questioningly, with the look of "We'll talk about this later," as I tried to disappear. Alex looked confused, but Michael looked irate. Just then Drew and Evan came in from the back and stumbled upon our confrontation. When Matt saw Drew, he lunged forward, and the next thing we knew, Jess had him on the ground flat on his back, with the heel of her palm at his throat. We all gasped in fear and amazement, not knowing Jess had these abilities hidden within her. As it was, she soon had him escorted out the door. Just as she had him at the threshold, he turned, pinning her quickly against the outer brick wall. Almost as quickly, she had a knee to his groin and he was rolling on the ground in pain. We shut the door, locking it behind her, and all retired back to the living room. Drew called the police and we chatted while awaiting their arrival.
"I think this ends it between us," I said, shaking. Drew sat beside me on the couch, holding me close, and Jess was on my other side, arms around me as well. "I can't believe he . . ." I couldn't finish and bent over, tearing up but trying to hold back. Jess stroked me on the back, telling me to let it go, to let it all out. "I can't believe he, he, oh God, I didn't want to tell you all yet about Julia." I sobbed through my tears. "I am not a lesbian, really, ugh I don't see how you can stand me now."
"Hush, Diana, it's alright. They'll be alright. There's nothing wrong with you." Drew shushed me consolingly.
"If you want to tell me more about it later, you can," Jess said, emphasizing the "later". "Right now, just let it go. We still love you, no matter what you've been up to in your spare time." I could hear the smile in her voice.
I looked up at Alex and Evan, sitting across from us, and they had very concerned and caring looks on their faces. Evan gave me a very sweet smile, reaching out to pat me on the knee reassuringly. Trying to smile back at him through my puffy face and eyes, sniffling I reached out and took the tissues Alex was offering. What did he think of me now? I was just beginning to get attached to the guy, and now this . . .
Just then the police arrived. We heard the sirens and Drew walked them in. Jess was telling them about the altercation, when suddenly, she collapsed, falling out in a dead faint on the living room floor.
The female cop bent over her, searching her quickly with her hands. Immediately she was on her police radio, "Emergency assistance needed ASAP," she broke in, giving Drew's address. We looked at her curiously, nervous as to what had happened to Jess. Then she turned to us, asking, "Did he have a knife?"
"We didn't see one," Drew responded first, I was too shocked. Did Matt stab Jess? If the police didn't get him, I was going to kill him! "But then, he did pin her outside," he continued, telling the rest of the story as he knew it. As he finished, the ambulance pulled up and the EMT's rushed in with a stretcher. They took over stopping the blood flow from the police officer and soon she was out in the ambulance. We all looked at each other, trying to decide who was going to ride in the ambulance with her. Drew jumped in with her, and we piled into Alex and Evan's car, and Michael drove Jess's car so we could get everyone home again. Momentarily, as we rode to the hospital, I was excited by the fact that I was riding in a car with Ontario plates.
When we arrived, we asked after Jess and were ushered into the waiting room, where Drew was sitting nervously. "They took her back to get x-rayed and stitched up. The doctor said she'd get back to us when she knew something. Jess did wake up a little in the ambulance, moaning in pain, but immediately passed out again. It was so hard seeing her like that."
I walked over to him, hugging him at his bravery, and Evan sat closely beside him. The rest of us sat in a cluster in the waiting room seats, and sat down to pass the time. For a little while we all just sat quietly, nervous and overwhelmed by the night's activities. I suddenly realized I was exhausted. I leaned back in my chair and was about to doze off when I felt an arm around my shoulders, pillowing my nodding head. Opening my eyes, I noticed Alex was sitting right beside me, and he smiled reassuringly.
Just then, the doctor came back. She assured us that nothing vital had been hit, but Jess had lost a large quantity of blood. The wound was under her thick clothing, and that is why we hadn't noticed it. She also mentioned that Jess had a concussion, not just from the fall. We wondered if Matt had slammed her that hard against the brick wall, and that was why she didn't realize she had been stabbed. The doctor explained that she needed a little stitching up, which they were doing right now, and she could go home. But, the doctor looked at us sternly, she required someone to stay with her. I was about to offer, but Michael insisted he could, having been trained as an EMT and able to take care of her should anything else go wrong in the night. Assured of her care, the doctor left us and we waited about another half hour before they rolled Jess into the waiting room in a wheel chair.
"I am ready to get the hell out of here!" she grinned drowsily at us. "I am exhausted."
"Let's get you home, then," Drew smiled at her, relieved to see her whole and at least somewhat healthy.
As we stopped at Jess's, Michael driving her car with Jess in the passenger seat, we all got out to figure out the best way to convince her someone was staying there tonight. As the rest of us piled out of Alex and Evan's car, we already heard her protesting to Michael, "But I'm fine, I don't need anyone to stay here tonight, I'll be okay."
We laughed as we heard Michael trying to win his side of the argument, "There is no arguing with me this time, young woman. If I have to sneak in your back door after you are asleep, I am staying here tonight. I don't care if it's on a hard cement floor, you are not sleeping alone tonight!" There was a pause, "Um, alone in your house, that is."
We all walked up to them then, unable to hold back our giggles. Drew said, "So, it's settled then, Michael is staying here with Jess." He took her by the elbow and began guiding her to her door. "Then we can all go home and get some sleep ourselves. Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day."
"But wait, Diana can't go home alone. Matt's still out there," Jess interrupted, turning back to me, and thankfully, temporarily forgetting her own battle. "Someone needs to stay with her. Drew, can she stay at your place again?"
Drew blushed, "Um, well . . ." he began, frowning.
I interjected, realizing he had other plans for the evening, and I didn't really want to intrude upon them. "No, my stuff is at Julia's. I can just go home and lock all the doors."
"No, Alex, why don't you stay with Diana. Then we'll all be safe and sound for the night," Evan suddenly spoke up. "I think that is a plan," he looked over to his nodding brother as I tried to continue protesting. "We all have a place to stay for the evening then," he smiled, and I caught a wink from him to Drew. Yeah, I wasn't staying there tonight, I smiled.
"Fine, fine," I agreed. "If you let Michael stay with you, Jess, I will let Alex stay at my place. The cats may drive you crazy though, so I hope you don't mind warm fuzzy creatures sleeping on your chest at night," I tried to dissuade him.
"Not at all, I miss our parent's cats. But they aren't so cuddly, I'm imagining."
Soon enough, we had Jess and Michael settled at her place. We drove Evan and Alex's car back to Drew's place, dropping off those two "love birds" and I showed Alex how to get to my place. I pulled out a set of sheets and a blanket and soon had him settled on the couch, giving him the directive to "make yourself at home." I went back to my own room, sans cats, as they were out inspecting Alex's new bed, and crawled exhausted under my covers. Turning out the lights, I hollered "Good night! Sweet dreams!" in the general direction of the living room and received a "Sleep well, good night!" back. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. I must have truly been exhausted to sleep that soundly after all of the evening's activities.