Journey by Jay T. (the gingerbread man read aloud .txt) 📖

up under my shirt. A trail of fire appears as Darren drags his hand all over my back. I pull my lips away from his and give him a bit of time to breathe while I tug at his v-neck hem with my lips. My arms move his shirt so that I can leave a trail of wet kisses on his chest. He pulls my lips back up to his and kisses me once and pulls my shirt away from my body. The kisses he left on my breasts burn as if he left a lighter on them. I tug his shirt away from his body and go back to his lips.
The physical touch that Darren leaves makes my body burn for more. My body desires Darren in a way that words cannot describe. One touch and my whole body is lit on fire. I open my eyes and glance at the clock. We’ve been at this for about thirty minutes. I’ve had enough teasing; my body and my mind lustfully go after Darren. Articles of clothing falls one by one off our bodies until we’re both completely nude. Darren starts to stand up while my legs wrap around his waist and he moves us to the bed. He lays me down and gets on top of me. We continue until deep into the night.

Darren wakes up first and turns off the alarm. I stir and I settle with lying on my back. I feel Darren start to kiss my breasts, and I smile and open my eyes, but I push him away as he starts to straddle my body.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be doing this?” I ask.
He laughs and shakes his head as he continues. My body doesn’t want to reject him, so it lets him kiss me everywhere. I giggle and tell him that I was right. He doesn’t understand, and I tell him that he is a sex addict. He laughs at me and gets off.
I sit up and stretch because my body feels all tingly. I watch Darren as he picks up our clothes and puts it into a hamper. He gets into the shower while I go into the bathroom to get ready. I really need a shower, but I would have to wait until Darren got out. While I brush my teeth, Darren comes out with only a towel. I spit and rinse and I start to get in the shower when I see Darren taking off his towel to join me.
“You doofus, you just took a shower.” I laugh and give him a weird look.
“I feel dirty...only you can clean me. Come on Mae. Off with the dirt!” That makes me laugh and he knew that he had just won.
Surprises

You know that feeling when you’re extremely tired? The zombie-like state, where everything feels like a dream? That’s what I feel like right now. It’s been three months since I left home, and I have been working super hard at both my part time jobs. I’ve gotten to go to school because of David. Not technically…I’ve gotten a home school teacher and she’s pretty cool. Her name is Daisy Monterey. I have most of my senior year down, and David said that I could even enroll to a regular school if all goes well. He is like my father, literally. Many people who see us together think that we’re father and daughter. David’s taken care of me more than my real father has in a month compared to a whole eight-teen years. He got my fake everything. License, birth certificate, passport, etc., you name it and it says Rachel Scott. Funny, right? Well, he figured the same thing. He told me he’s always wanted a daughter.
It’s October in New York, which is great because of the fact that there aren’t as many tourist and the city has ‘quieted’ down. I walk through the parks with Darren when he and I aren’t busy, which is quite often, recently. Apparently, my modeling agency really likes me because my president, Irwin Johnson, and his family have invited me and Darren over for dinner tonight. I met the president of my agency once, and he was very kind. He reminded me of an old Jim Carey and David Letterman mixed into one person. I doubt he has any idea what he’s doing with models, but he’s good with the legal and business part. David is in charge of the whole model part. Mr. Johnson and his wife, Patty, loved having company over and so they invited us over.
Darren takes about 10-20 minutes to get ready, but I, on the other hand, take close to two hours. I have to get my hair right, my outfit right, my makeup right, everything has to be perfect. But in this case, it took me an hour. That’s pretty darn fast, if you ask me. It was a casual dinner and Mr. Johnson wanted us to wear comfortable clothing. I chose a black cardigan that went over a slightly revealing white dress that cut off exactly mid-thigh, and Darren wore a white collared shirt with a pair of khakis. Darren helped me pick it out...not. He sat there watching me change, while I watched his facial expression. He either had a “She’s beautiful” look on his face or an “I want her NOW” look on his face. I went with the “She’s beautiful” look. I smiled at Darren’s smile that faded when I changed into the white dress. He looked up and sent me a playful glare. I smile at him and I go straighten my hair and do my makeup. I chose to go a bit natural, but not so I look like I’m wearing no makeup. I wear black flats and I wake up Darren from his boredom with a kiss.
“Come on, let’s go.” I smile and lead him towards the door.
We get in his car and get to the mansion. It looks like a celebrity’s house. I gape at the long line of trees leading to a gigantic pair of doors that is soon crushed by my view of the mansion. It looks a million times bigger as we get closer. I see Mr. Johnson and his family out front. I see him smile and wave, so then I wave back. Darren parks near the front and we get out. I meet Mr. Johnson’s two sons and daughter, Jason, Taylor, and Jack. Jason and Taylor seem to be about my age and Jack is about 15. Jason and Jack smile at me, and send little glares to Darren. He doesn’t seem to notice Taylor checking him out, only focused on not staring at me awkwardly. He doesn’t really do formal meetings. He seems to like unexpected meetings better. We walk inside of the house and the Johnsons sit us down. Jason sits on one side of me while Darren sits on the other. This Jason dude kept trying to touch my leg all night. I send him little glares and smacked his hand away several times, but the guy just won’t give up. I have no idea what to do and Darren looks at my twisted expression and he looks down. I see him choke back some words, but he asked if we can switch seats, as it feels strange being on my left side. I thank him silently and I see Jason’s look of annoyance.
Like I said before, I am extremely tired, and I would just like to eat, talk a little with the older Johnson's and go home. Darren looks as if he is about to pass out but the Johnson's are all chipper and cheery. That. Is. Irritating. I mean, not to most people, but to people who are EXTREMELY tired.I’ve been chipper and cheery my whole life, but ever since I’ve moved here, I’ve been more like…work-crazed tired Mae. I’m really only happy when Darren is around. Except for when he’s like this. He looks like me might fall asleep on his food; he’s very annoyed my Jason trying to hit on me. We’re just not in a good mood today. I feel like I should say something so that we could leave early, but it seems like dessert is on its way. After dessert, I promise myself, we will go home and sleep for a long, long time.
We eat and talk a bit more, and what do you know? It’s after dessert and Darren and I are on our way back to the hotel. Darren seems much happier to be out of there.
“Did you not like it?” I ask.
“No, I did. I just didn’t like the fact that it took you two courses to tell me that the kid was trying to feel you up.” I look at him and laugh. It just bursts out of me and suddenly all the tiredness vanishes. I just keep laughing and Darren gives me a WTF look. I smile and kiss his hand.
“Why would you even be mad about that?” I say while playing with his free hand.
“You didn’t say anything.”
“I didn’t need to. I would not enjoy anyone else’s touch but yours. No need to get your panties in a bunch.” I smile and he smacks my hands away. I look into the distance and suddenly this world seems to be much brighter than before.
We pull into the hotel parking lot and I start to get out. Darren stops me and pulls out a tiny blue box. I was not expecting this. It was a Tiffany box with a dainty ring that fit perfectly onto my finger. The thin band was solid silver and the tiny diamonds that surrounded a slightly bigger one seemed liked there were a million stars jammed into the center. It definitely did not look like an engagement ring, but a promise ring.
“Mae, will you take this ring and be mine forever? Not marriage…yet, but until then, will you make me a promise?” He looks nervous but I feel so incredibly happy that I don’t care.
“What’s the promise?” I ask with tears threatening to leave my eyes.
“Promise that no matter what, we’ll be by each other’s sides. Promise that we will always love each other, even if it seems like the world is trying to rip us apart. Promise that we can make it through anything.” I smile and nod. He kisses me and we go up to our room. The tiny ring outshines anything thing that I have ever had. I keep glancing at it, and it feels as if my heart is about to burst from the happiness stored inside. I can’t even remember when I have ever felt this way. I giggle as I get ready for bed. I smile and look at the passed out Darren on the bed. Kissing his forehead, I lay down and think about our future.


I wake up early and I don’t see Darren around me. I call out his name, but I don’t get an