Tuesday Night

Getting to his feet, Tom paused at Janine’s bedroom door while she slipped a robe around herself. Once the blonde was covered, he cracked the door a bit to peer at his sister.

“It’s grandfather, there’s been some type of accident,” Tess informed.

“Accident?” he asked.

“I’m not sure, mother said to come fetch you right away. I’m sorry if guys were getting up to something,” she apologized.

“Not yet but achingly close,” he replied, giving her an ironic grin.

“Go,” Janine urged, motioning for him to respond to the summons.

“Fine,” he said, opening the door far enough to permit him to exit.

“Come on,” Tess urged, darting down the hall toward the stairs.

“Is he okay?” Tom inquired trailing several steps behind the hastened brunette.

“Again I don’t know, mother just said get you,” she replied as she rapidly descended the stair.

Right on the heels of his sister, Tom entered the lounging area overlooking the pool and backyard of the Lindholm house, his mother on the phone, seated on the chesterfield near Lina. “What’s the hullabaloo?” he asked.

“He’s here now,” Ella said into the phone, “uh huh, I’ll ask him. She wants,” she started before he cut her off.

“Just put your phone on speaker,” Tom prompted, pointing at his mother’s cell.

Tapping a button, Ella held her phone out.

“Tom? Thank goodness, how are you feeling?” asked the agitated voice of his aunt Dona through the phone.

Frustrated beyond imagination was the phrase he wanted to use, but instead shared, “Fine. What’s this about grandfather?” he inquired.

“It’s like he’s slipped into a coma or something, he’s completely non responsive. We’re waiting for the ambulance now,” she stated, the cadence of her voice very quick and brimming with concern.

“What do you mean coma? Like unconscious?” he asked, exchanging glances with the others in the room.

“He had been complaining a little about feeling not quite up to speed, like he was out of phase. He started talking about the possibility of a complete cellular collapse on a molecular level,” she stated.

Still experiencing some of the same feelings his aunt described, Tom didn’t like the sound of that. “There’s no chance he was just exhausted, something like that?” he asked.

Ella set the phone on the coffee table and brought her hands up near her face, tears filling her eyes as she looked at her son. Though composed, the lines in Lina’s face made her expression look worrisome.

“No, no. I lifted his eyelids and his eyes are completely rolled back. His breathing is very rapid and shallow and it feels like he is burning up,” Dona explained.

Janine appeared in the room, fully clothed.

“Thomas,” Ella said, levelling a stern gaze on the boy.

Tom raised a hand, expression irritated, “I’m fine. Bear in mind grandfather was reduced for a considerably longer period than I was and, I don’t want this to sound cold, he’s a lot older than me,” he stated, trying to address the panic rising in the room.

“I think you should stay here tonight for observation while we wait to see hear back from your aunt,” Ella stated.

Tom smirked, if he was going to stay the night, he was definitely going to finish what he and Janine had started. Glancing at the statuesque blonde, she too wore a faint smile leading him to believe she was thinking the exact same thing.

“The ambulance is here,” Dona announced, “I’ll keep you posted,” she added before disconnecting the call.

Tess shook her head. “I’m sure if Tom’s feeling okay, we can return to the school, besides, there are issues with clean clothes and the like,” she explained.

Tom scowled at his sister. Was she cock blocking him on purpose?

“I must agree with Tess,” Lina offered, aware of the heated looks passing back and forth between Janine and Tom. As much as she tried not to remember him as tiny, she couldn’t help but remember him that way, teasing delicious sensations out of her body and it sent a pang of regret she couldn’t have had been with him at least one last time before his restoration. The woman in her wondered what delights a full sized Tom might elicit from her affection starved body. Patience. She needed to remind herself of that. The self-conscious part of her wondered if he was still attracted to her, or if he was completely swept up in Janine’s heat. It was obvious the girl was smitten with him.

Reluctantly, Ella conceded the notion, agreeing to wait on updates about Tom senior.

“The least I can do is drive Tom and Tess back to the school then,” offered Janine, wan smile on her pretty face as she realized she and Tom would not be able to have sex.

The trio drove back in relative silence. Tess offering parting words before making her way back into the girls’ dorms leaving Tom and Janine together.

“We’ve unfinished business,” he said throatily, remembering the feel of her soft skin, the texture of her nipple in his mouth, her natural scent filling his senses.

Janine nodded slowly, “Yep,” she agreed, chuckling softly. She ached to have him inside her.

Leaning over, Tom kissed her on the mouth, tongue exploring. She reciprocated.

Disengaging from the osculation, “Not here,” she breathed, putting her hands on his chest.

As much as he wanted to continue, he knew she was right. If they were caught or reported, no possible good could come from it. Nodding slowly, he got out of the car and waited as she drove away before returning to the dorm.

Back in his room, it took Tom a long time to finally get to sleep, thoughts of Janine foremost in his mind, the lingering sense of her tongue in his mouth kept his turgid. The fact it was Tuesday, hot yoga Tuesday wasn’t lost on him either. He hoped he could slide into another sexy dream, without the mess, but when sleep finally came, it was deep and dreamless.

Arising Wednesday morning, Tom was feeling marginally worse than the day previous. He wondered if maybe he was psychosomatically feeling worse because of what his grandfather was going through, kind of like a placebo effect. Grabbing his phone, there was an updated text message from his mother indicating there were no changes in his grandfather’s condition since last night. He dispatched a reply and completed his morning ablutions before going to the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, he met up with Tess, Sam, and Astrid. He found he had difficulty concentrating, everything sounded kind of tinny with a hint of reverb in it. Even his appetite seemed askew and his appetite was all but gone.

He sat there quietly while the girls chatted away. The rest of the morning seemed to pass fairly routinely, his condition seemed to be gradually deteriorating. He was sweating profusely, extremities restless, fingers shaking. He also learned from other students that Miss Addison was springing a pop quiz on all her classes during the day and his with her was immediately following lunch.

If Tess saw him in his current state, she would probably alert their mother. Not wanting to go down that particular road, he used the test as a means to beg off and forego lunch, letting his sister know he was opting instead to hole up in the library and cram as much studying as he could into the hour before the test.

It was partly true. Staring down at the material to be encompassed by the test, again he still couldn’t concentrate, and his vision seemed to shift and then return to normal.