Chapter 4: Making True Love
Having sex because of love used to never be one of the reasons why I would do it. With Serge, it has replaced my old purpose- to receive something in return. Yet I still do receive something in return; I receive true affection by another being.
We decided to do it for the first time when we found a large bed for sale at a really cheap price. The man selling it thought that two boys sharing a bed sounded "unclean". Serge lied and said that "we would split it in half when we had enough money".
"... Serge..." I whispered to him, reaching out to him with my arms. He slid on top of me, and his lips locked to mine. I became entranced by his dark eyes as I wrapped my hands in his dark locks. We removed each other's shirt buttons, our lips never breaking.
My Serge moved his lips to my neck and I moaned from the pleasure. He stopped kissing my neck and began moving down to my back, then to my shoulders, and finally chest. I reached down into his trousers and held his crotch. He screamed joyously and we held each other so close that our skins touched. Light skin with dark. Green eyes with brown. Blonde hair with black.
Our time lasted more than any of my former clients. In fact, it lasted all night. Serge now sleeping on my chest, our fingers enlaced together. He is resting his head on my bare chest.
I watched the sun rise through the window in our room. I felt him stir on my skin. He opened his eyes and stared at me.
"Good morning, Serge," I greeted him. "That was the best night of my life." He nodded in agreement. He looked at the alarm clock he brought with him. It was 10 o'clock in the morning. We agreed to write to Karl and Pascal today.
The next chapter will have no POV, so get ready to read the life at Lacombade Academy.