Touch – Chapter 3

Touch – Chapter 3

The rest of the day at college was nothing but me questioning myself and all these new situations. But that’s all I had, questions. I had no idea how to get any answers, everyone I had been involved with were too awkward to even get close to, let alone talk to. The last bell of the day rang and I headed straight home without waiting for my friends this time, I wanted to be alone. 

I got into my house and went to my room immediately, the one place I hoped I could be alone with my thoughts. Just then came the knock on the front door downstairs, I ignored it completely but then I heard it again and again. Whoever was knocking clearly wanted someone’s attention, I sighed heavily as I made my way back downstairs.

The instant my feet reached the bottom step the knocking ceased and an envelope fell through the slot. I approached it slowly, I felt almost as if the letter itself had been knocking for me. I picked it up and read the bold letters printed upon it ‘John Blake’. Whoever posted it knew where I lived and obviously knew my name. 

I could feel there was something in there, slightly heavier than paper. I slowly tore it open as if it would hold a nasty surprise, the suspense grew with every passing second, what was in this mystery letter. I didn’t find out just then.

The front door opened slowly, I quickly reacted and hid the letter behind my back, not even sure why I felt it was a secret to begin with. In walked Jessica in all her beauty, I still had a hard time looking at her after last nights forbidden make-out session. She still managed to give me a small smile as her friend followed her in. 

“Hey John” came the cheer filled voice of Jessica’s best friend, Elizabeth, or Izzy as she preferred. Now I’d always had a thing for her, the 18 year old beauty stood under 5ft with the body of an petite angel. Her lightly tanned, thin frame sported a unmissable pair of B cup breasts that looked so firm they would never need a bra. Izzy also had the looks to go with it, her blue eyes and long blonde hair complimented her features so well she was just beautiful.

I gave her a quick nod and smile in acknowledgement while trying not to check her out too blatantly. Her tight tank top and even tighter denim hot pants didn’t help that though, I think both girls caught me looking. Izzy looked younger than she was so I always felt a little guilty about my attraction to her.

“So we’re heading out onto the beach if you want to tag along?” Izzy asked with a big grin. Honestly I wanted to go but the call of the mystery letter I held was too hard to resist. 

“Maybe next time girls” I replied “got things to do”. With that said I turned and rushed back up the stairs to my room. I closed the door and leant my back up against it, my hands brought the envelope back into view. 

I pulled out the contents which was a letter with what looked like a ID card attached to it which was stuck on by a small piece of tape.

The red card was blank on the back but on the front it had in big white letters ‘Touch’, followed in smaller letters was my name and the an ID number. Number 5.

My head tilted towards the letter now, again it was written in that bright white text that bounced off the red paper. All it said was ‘We know what you can do, in time you will too, don’t contact us, we’ll approach you’. That was it, no signature, no return address on the envelope, nothing.

I had no idea what was going on, somehow these people knew about me, got me a card printed up and everything. This left me with even more questions, they knew what I could do? I didn’t even know that, did it having something to do with becoming some kind of woman magnet in the past couple of days? The strange emotionial encounters? All I had been given was more questions delivered to me personally. 

I set the items to one side and wandered onto my balcony, I sat on the deck chair I kept out there during the summer and looked out across the beach.