She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13 - Sex Stories

She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13

... hesitated, then turned back. “Hey, mom,” I said, my lips set, “Sorry about last night.” She put down the broom and pan and came over to give me a hug. “Things will work out,” she said, patting my back, “You’ll see.” “That’s what everyone keeps saying,” I replied, pulling back, “Now it just needs to happen.” “Patience, young one,” she said, tapping me on the nose, “Did you even remember that tomorrow’s Christmas?” “Oh, yeah.” I’d completely forgotten. “Well, it’s nice to have you distracted by something else for a change but…” She sighed. “Just give it time, Jack. You’ve probably heard that from everyone already but it’s true.” “Okay. Thanks, mom.” “And whatever you did, don’t do it again,” she snapped, swatting me on the rear, “I want her to be a Harrison someday.” That was the dream, wasn’t it? Me and her together. Forever. And it was in danger… “See you,” I said quickly, darting out the door. I walked to the end of the driveway before I stopped and stretched my legs. I could feel the tiny pops in my ankles and knees as the muscles stretched with painful relief. I crouched, sticking each leg out in turn and leaning hard into them, relishing every bit of the stretch. Being inactive all of last night was probably the wrong move. More than a few of the pops were pretty dang painful and I had to give myself a few seconds to let the pain subside. Once it did, though, my legs felt a whole lot better. I did a couple of hops to loosen up my limbs and took off down the street. It ...

... was less of a ‘run’ and more of a ‘jog’, since I didn’t exactly care about distance or time. I just needed the mechanical movement of the run, the constant jolt of the pavement beneath my feet that seemed to make my whole skeleton shake. I needed the cold air against my face, turning my skin numb so that I had to look down and shake my face to get the blood flowing again. I needed the slow, controlled breaths that gave me enough oxygen to keep going but not enough to start giving me cramps. I needed that most of all because that required my thoughts. To keep them away from other things. I ran up the street, every foot I ran reminding me more and more why I used to like running. Mom was right; we’d become slugs recently, though I blame that on school and homework. But when I had free time…yeah, I liked to run. And not because it was a good way to keep my mind off stuff. It just felt good. That’s the only way I can describe it. The feeling of the wind against my face, the satisfied groan of my muscles, the little stitches that started to grow in my shoulder and side that I had to force myself to ignore. I loved it. It felt great. It was a test to overcome, something I could beat. I had to beat my own limits. I closed my eyes, forcing my breath to slide out slowly and smoothly. Just keep going. Don’t think about anything else. Kayla’s face popped into my mind. My eyes flew open and I increased my speed, flying up the incline of the road. Can’t think about that…mustn’t think about ...