CHAPTER 7

CLOSE CALL

After doing the deed, Peyton and I took showers and fell asleep cuddling. It just felt appropriate now. We woke up sometime later...

Peyton yawned as he sit up, rubbing his eyes.

"What time is it?" he asked.

I then yawned and grabbed my phone, looking at the time.

"10:30." I said.

"We should probably start cleaning up." said Peyton.

"Yeah..." I said. "The fun part."

"Hey... I'll help as much as I need to." said Peyton.

"I appreciate it." I said.

"Rory?" asked Peyton.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Thanks for choosing me." said Peyton.

"I trusted you." I said and smiled.

Peyton then smiled back.

We both got our clothes on and worked on clean-up. First thing was laundry. He helped bring down the blanket and bedsheets and put them in the washer.

"Good thing you made alfredo." said Peyton.

"Yeah." I said. "You think they'll buy it?"

"I don't know..." said Peyton. "One day, I jerked off and mom could smell my cum for a couple days... it was embarrassing."

"Aww..." I said and hugged him around the waist. "I'm sorry hun."

"Yeah... Hopefully the weekend passes fast." said Peyton.

"Why don't you drive somewhere to... take care of it?" I asked.

"Because what if I run into one of the guys from school?" asked Peyton.

"Hmm..." I said and took a moment. "You got me there."

"I suppose we should get to the dishes while this is washing." said Peyton.

"Yep." I said.

And so we got to the dishes... I washed them off, he dried. I was so inexperienced with making dinner that I had hoped they'd buy my excuse that I simply made too much by accident. A part of me expects my parents to know I had a boy here.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Peyton, drying off a plate.

"How much I hope I don't get in trouble." I said.

"Yeah..." said Peyton. "Sorry."

"It's not going to be awkward like this all the time, it?" I asked.

"What? No..." said Peyton and hugged me. "Girl, I will ALWAYS be on your side. No matter what."

I smiled.

"Good." I said. "I have a feeling I might need it in the future."

"Why?" asked Peyton.

"Because..." I said. "I think I'm gay... I don't think my dad would approve."

"Then he's a dick." said Peyton.

"Aww... Thanks, Pey Pey." I said.

"But honestly... Did I seriously do THAT bad?" Peyton joked.

I chuckled.

"No... I just..." I said. "I think I'm in love..."

"Do I know her?" asked Peyton.

"We see her at school every day." I said.

"Cassie?" asked Peyton.

I nodded.

"Why don't you ask her?" asked Peyton.

"What if she doesn't feel the same way?" I asked.

"What if she does and you spend the rest of your life wishing you asked her out?" asked Peyton.

"I really hate you sometimes." I said.

"But you know it's true." said Peyton.

"Yeah, I guess so." I said and looked at the dishes. "I got everything from here. You might wanna get out of here before they get back."

"Alright." said Peyton and hugged me. "Text me, bitch."

"I will." I said with a smile.

He then went ahead and left, while I pondered my next move. Then the next move came... I thought about those beautiful blue eyes, that kind smile and every curve of her body. With the dishes nearly done, I made my way back up to my room. I texted Cassie the details of Peyton and I's... encounter. I typed in the words "I love you", eyes on the screen for a bit, hesitant to press send. I finally erased the message and looked up the song "She Keeps Me Warm" by Mary Lambert and played it. The flood gates seemed to open and the thoughts came right through. I never really felt comfortable having the need to rub myself to a woman, but today... Even more, I couldn't hold back. I pulled down my panties and leaned back, closing my eyes. Her form was so much easier to see surrounded the sight of nothing but imagination. I tried to picture what she must've looked like naked. I lost perception of time and got lost in my fantasies, imagining her tongue inside me, rubbing against my clit and my folds, fingering myself... As I pushed my fingers deeper and faster, I began to moan, thinking about her going deeper. Before too long, I found myself whinnying loud as I orgasmed. As I came back to my senses, I began to realize my parents had pulled in. And I had sure hoped they had not heard me. I quickly pulled my panties off, cleaned myself off and threw them under the bed before hurrying down the stairs as my parents walked in the door.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" asked Dad.

"I... didn't get a chance to finish the dishes." I said.

"Right." said Dad. "You better not be lying to me, girl."

"Of course not, Daddy." I said and smiled real big.