head. It was my turn to confess. “I enjoyed your messages. I tried calling you back once or twice in the beginning but then I’d let it go so long, I didn’t know what to say. I did like hearing from you, though.”
Buster chuckled, and pushed up from the table. “We’re a couple of sick puppies. Trying to communicate without ever speaking to one another.” He leaned the guitar against the wall and started toward the screen door.
I didn’t want him to leave now.
“I like this face-to-face stuff much better,” I said, so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me.
He turned back, his eyes following mine as I looked into my bedroom, just a few feet away, and widening as he got the idea.
I took the steps that separated us and slipped my arms around his neck. His shoulders were broad, and I felt his potential strength beneath his clothes. Black chest hairs curled out of his T-shirt. I rose up on my toes to kiss him.
Just like that, the stresses of the day melted away. The fear and horror flowed out, like water down a drain.
He kissed me, gaining confidence and exploring my lips thoroughly. As much as I wanted him in this moment, I hesitated and stepped out of his embrace.
“This is weird, you know. You’re Kevin’s friend.”
“So?” he said, rubbing my upper arms.
“So, last time I saw you, you were in a soccer uniform.”
“Huh? We’ve seen each other plenty since high school. I always make an appearance on Christmas, and the neighborhood block party, and your dad’s Fourth of July barbecue …”
I put a finger on his lips to stop the list where our paths had intersected over the years. I didn’t want to admit I’d noticed him at these places.
I started talking fast. “You know that hutch in the dining room at my dad’s? That place is a time warp. The framed pictures go on there and don’t ever change. Sean’s college graduation picture; my confirmation, for crying out loud. You’re there, next to Kevin, in your red and white soccer uniform, that year your team was All-State.”
“Oh, the hutch. Now that you mention it, your confirmation dress was hot.”
I shot him a look.
“Well, we’ve both grown up a bit since then,” he said.
There was something in his pants that looked very grown-up.
Buster stroked my face. “Can’t two adults have a good time?”
Adults having a good time. Is that what he was promising me?
“I want to be clear.” My voice cracked as he nuzzled me. When he pushed my head up with his lips and kissed my throat, my knees let go. He lifted me off my useless feet, putting a leg between mine, pinning me gently to the wall. The plaster was cold and rough on my bare skin. Someone moaned.
“Dewey, I’ve been interested in you for a long time now.”
“How long? Not like junior high long, I hope?” I croaked the words out as he worked up to my ear. “I don’t think I could live up to an adolescent crush.”
He stopped and grinned a wicked smile at me. “I’ve always been attracted to older …”
“Be very careful.”
I drew back my hand as though to hit him, and he caught me by the forearm, laughing. He pushed my arm up over my head, held it there, and kissed me. He brought my other arm up over my head, his hands tightening around my wrists with new ferocity. He leaned and spoke into my ear, his warm breath pushing into my neck. The tip of my ear tingled. New erogenous zones were popping up all over.
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Dewey.”
I gasped at the feel of his body pressing into mine. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made me feel pretty.
I broke free and pulled him into my bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he crushed me into him and I felt him swell. He gripped me through my boxers. Constant waves of sensation washed over me, and I gasped for air. His kisses traveled down my body and I felt a jolt each time his hot lips contacted my flesh. I could feel the lines around my body blur, my boundaries vanish in an instant.
Buster chuckled, and pushed up from the table. “We’re a couple of sick puppies. Trying to communicate without ever speaking to one another.” He leaned the guitar against the wall and started toward the screen door.
I didn’t want him to leave now.
“I like this face-to-face stuff much better,” I said, so quietly I wasn’t sure he heard me.
He turned back, his eyes following mine as I looked into my bedroom, just a few feet away, and widening as he got the idea.
I took the steps that separated us and slipped my arms around his neck. His shoulders were broad, and I felt his potential strength beneath his clothes. Black chest hairs curled out of his T-shirt. I rose up on my toes to kiss him.
Just like that, the stresses of the day melted away. The fear and horror flowed out, like water down a drain.
He kissed me, gaining confidence and exploring my lips thoroughly. As much as I wanted him in this moment, I hesitated and stepped out of his embrace.
“This is weird, you know. You’re Kevin’s friend.”
“So?” he said, rubbing my upper arms.
“So, last time I saw you, you were in a soccer uniform.”
“Huh? We’ve seen each other plenty since high school. I always make an appearance on Christmas, and the neighborhood block party, and your dad’s Fourth of July barbecue …”
I put a finger on his lips to stop the list where our paths had intersected over the years. I didn’t want to admit I’d noticed him at these places.
I started talking fast. “You know that hutch in the dining room at my dad’s? That place is a time warp. The framed pictures go on there and don’t ever change. Sean’s college graduation picture; my confirmation, for crying out loud. You’re there, next to Kevin, in your red and white soccer uniform, that year your team was All-State.”
“Oh, the hutch. Now that you mention it, your confirmation dress was hot.”
I shot him a look.
“Well, we’ve both grown up a bit since then,” he said.
There was something in his pants that looked very grown-up.
Buster stroked my face. “Can’t two adults have a good time?”
Adults having a good time. Is that what he was promising me?
“I want to be clear.” My voice cracked as he nuzzled me. When he pushed my head up with his lips and kissed my throat, my knees let go. He lifted me off my useless feet, putting a leg between mine, pinning me gently to the wall. The plaster was cold and rough on my bare skin. Someone moaned.
“Dewey, I’ve been interested in you for a long time now.”
“How long? Not like junior high long, I hope?” I croaked the words out as he worked up to my ear. “I don’t think I could live up to an adolescent crush.”
He stopped and grinned a wicked smile at me. “I’ve always been attracted to older …”
“Be very careful.”
I drew back my hand as though to hit him, and he caught me by the forearm, laughing. He pushed my arm up over my head, held it there, and kissed me. He brought my other arm up over my head, his hands tightening around my wrists with new ferocity. He leaned and spoke into my ear, his warm breath pushing into my neck. The tip of my ear tingled. New erogenous zones were popping up all over.
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Dewey.”
I gasped at the feel of his body pressing into mine. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made me feel pretty.
I broke free and pulled him into my bedroom. At the foot of the bed, he crushed me into him and I felt him swell. He gripped me through my boxers. Constant waves of sensation washed over me, and I gasped for air. His kisses traveled down my body and I felt a jolt each time his hot lips contacted my flesh. I could feel the lines around my body blur, my boundaries vanish in an instant.
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