Michael

It was almost 9 o'clock. I was nervous, didn't know why. Maybe because Blake was so hot and he was coming over. My hands were sweating and I just could wait any more minute for him.

There it was. The phone rang and as soon as I heard it and ran to it and answered.

"Mr. Weisman, a guy named Blake Jenner's here. Do I let him inside?" The security guard said. Oh, he was here. I just giggled for no reason.

"Yeah, always let him in" I responded.

"Okay" He said and I hung up. I opened the door and waited for Blake in the hall. I heard some steps and there I saw him. A big man, fit as hell. He seemed to be lost as he just kept on watching the floor, the walls and the ceiling with his mouth open. "Wow" I heard him say.

"Are you a drug dealer or something?" Blake asked, laughing and still amazed by everything.

I laughed. "Not that I know" I responded.

"Okay, so… ready to go?" Blake asked with his big smile.

"What? No. I changed my mind" I said as Blake's expression changed. "Why don't we stay here?" I said, pulling him inside.

"Okay…" Blake said laughing, but still confusion in his voice.

As I let Blake in, I closed the door. He began to take his jacket off, so he gave me the chance to admire his enormous arms.

"I hope it's okay if we stay, my dad is working in the basement and he told me answer his calls, so I can't leave. But I still want to go out with you so…" I lied, but Blake interrupted me.

"Don't worry, it's okay" Blake said.

"Your house is… extremely big" He said, looking around and laughing.

"Well… Yeah" I answered.

"Do you want something? I can call for someone to bring us something" I said, pointing at the telephone.

"You have people to bring you food?" He asked surprised and I just half-smiled.

"Well…"He said sitting on the couch, I followed him.

"In my world I have to walk to the store to get a drink, and call my mom for something to eat" He said looking at me as I just laughed.

We stayed in silence for a while, not a long one but enough to be uncomfortable. I realized he wasn't here to talk, and if he wasn't going to make any move, I was going to.

While we were sitting in the couch I stared at him for quite some time, right to his eyes.

"You look like you want to see right through me" Blake said, laughing.

I smiled at his comment, and without hesitating and no time to lose I got closer to him and crashed my lips to his. At first he stayed still, but then he relaxed and began moving his lips with mine. He grabbed my hair with one hand and placed the other one in my shoulder. I placed both of my hands on his waist, and slowly, I moved them to the upper button of his shirt and began to unbutton it. As I did, Blake pulled away and laughed.

"What?" I asked

"I know what you're trying to do man" He said

"And I also know why you wanted me to stay in your house, I bet your dad is not even here" Blake said and stood up.

"Oh, come on. You are already here" I told him with my angry face.

"You need help man, sex is not everything" Blake said as he took his jacket and slammed the door after he left.

"Sex is not everything" I repeated his words in anger. What does he know? Like he's going to find someone like me in the rest of his life.