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Chapter 3: Oh Dear
With Ed's return from the kitchen, I watched his movement from my peripheral vision as I looked over page 58 until he reached the recliner. I glanced up as Ed set the glass down on the table next to me then returned to his bed. He gathered himself up on the bed, crossing his legs as he opened up his copy of Frankenstein and hunched over the book. This situation had become familiar as we came to his house from school and immediately got to studying, so that it got done as quickly as possible and Ed could have the rest of his evening to himself. Our essay was due in a week, so I had determined that the best course of action would be to finish as hastily as we could, leaving time for me to check and recheck Ed's work before it had to be turned in. I lifted the glass and drank nearly half of it in my thirst, my eyes still skimming through the text. Ed watched me with a goofy grin, though I had no knowledge of his eyes on me.
Ten minutes passed with little consequence until an unfamiliar feeling dawned on me.
I sat in the recliner, resisting the nearly overwhelming urge to get up and move. I pulled at the collar of my shirt; it felt too restricting but I knew better than to take it off. My breathing increased and I squirmed, the heartbeat within my chest visible as it pulsed beneath my skin. A sensation I had never particularly appreciated that came with my teenage years stirred in my mind. What is this?
Ed seemed to be experiencing similar effects as he sat fidgeting across the room on his bed. I began to recognize little details about Ed all over again, but with a different train of thought, as he peered at me. The laser eye surgery and glasses he was prescribed once his father started to pay child support had improved the awkward drift of his right eye. Now that he had upgraded to contacts, I could make out the nicely groomed eyebrows that Sarah insisted he have tended whenever she made a trip home. They were still thick but shapely and suited his face, especially since they no longer joined in the middle. He had let his hair grow out a bit and though he still kept the sides shaven, his sideburns extended down the sides of his face to the base of his ears. Ed had recently begun to stretch the holes in his ears, and though I found the practice bewildering, they weren't unlike his character. In fact, Ed was handsome in a unique, self-expressed sort of way.
He stood then, and caught up in my own observations, my analysis moved to his build. The steps in the old building where he attended the private academy had kept him trim, though his untrained tummy was still a little soft. Broad shouldered and big boned, the movement of Ed's endearing oaf-like build very much resembled the one he'd had when we were kids. Keeping indoors much of the time as I did, Ed shared my pallor, though he had freckles dotting his skin. From the sleeves of his tank top, the small dots became recognizable as they drew closer.
Then I realized, somewhat awkwardly, that Ed had gotten up to cross the room to the recliner I sat in. I peered up at him, bewildered, then scooted over against the arm of the recliner as though my body moved on its own accord until my mind could catch up with its reasoning. Ed made an awkward attempt to sit down next to me which required that he kind of lay on his side as he reached to raise the foot-stand and recline the chair. We both lay back with the smooth motion and Ed is so close I'm immersed in his the subtle, familiar scent that had rubbed off on the chair itself. I tilt my head upward to look at Ed's face, whose eyes are already upon me. He seems to move slowly, tentatively, as though he's enthralled by his own motions.
Ed moves the thick arm he's laying on to place it against the back of the chair beneath my head. His other hand moves down to rest on my hip, the contact causing my tummy to tighten. I'm a little fearful, physical contact certainly not a situation I'm familiar with, but then Ed stops moving and just watches me. It's as if he's allowing me to acclimate, or perhaps he's awaiting my permission.
My heart is in my throat and it's several moments before it dies down. I spend that time looking at Ed's collarbones before he plucks the beanie from my head. Startled, I freeze up, uncertainty overwhelming me. Ed leans his head down until his nose nudges my hair and he stops moving again. I watch his chest rise then, as if he's breathing in deeply, inhaling the scent of my shampoo.
I laugh then; what am I so tense for? Ed is a nice guy who would by no means try to do anything that would violate my own will. I roll slightly forward, just enough to close the few inches between our bodies to share in the warmth I realize I've been longing for these past minutes.
Oh dear.
There's a intense stirring in my groin as I recognize that there's a harsh bulge from the front of Ed's pants. The sensation is too pleasant, however, and Ed begins to make very subtle movements to rub us together. I'm overwhelmed more than I can comprehend, and the way my heartbeat picks up in my chest blinds my senses. I sigh into Ed's chest.
"Double D," the sultry voice above me says softly. I pause, realizing only for a moment that I had been making my own slight push of the hip. I try my best to look up at Ed before I'm distracted by movement below, and I turn my sight downward. Ed is fumbling with his one free hand as it desperately tries to unbutton his pants. I remember my head is resting on his other arm so I offer assistance, not really thinking about my actions. My hands join Ed's and he pauses, giving way as my fingers clumsily complete the task. I move quickly to unbutton my own purple pants and try to spread the fly as far as I can. Laying together like this, there's no room to shimmy off our pants, which I gather is fine with Ed because he seems to lack the patience to do so anyway.
He leans to press against me again, the front of his exposed boxers and my briefs meshing together. I swoon, grateful that we're already lying down, and I breath in Ed's scent with my accelerating aspirations. The friction of fabric between us is almost painful, but I cannot slow my excited body from its lustful indulgence. My hips roll forward of their own accord as Ed's own breath graces the side of my face.
Ed's hand comes between us and I slow down, my gaze finding his movement with curiosity. He yanks at the waistband of his boxers, pulling the spandex band low enough to free his erection and I have to look back to Ed's chest. The sight of his substantial arousal is too erotic and I institutionally know that watching our naked desire come together in such a circumstance could shorten my own stamina much too early.
Then his hand begins to fiddle with my underwear and instead of yanking it roughly down as he had his own, Ed gently parts the fly. He grips me just long enough to expose my penis from the folds, but still the contact is incredibly intense. I grip his arm with one hand and press my face into Ed's chest, trying my dearest to withhold the sharp groan that escapes my throat regardless. Ed's hand leaves me almost immediately and my mind clears just enough to comprehend the heated flesh that meets my own.
It's difficult to explain, Ed's skin is so much softer against me though the hardness of his own excitement makes our previous brief encounter pale in comparison. There's a sudden rush of energy between us as Ed's hips jerk forward, his hand maneuvering to fumble a few fingers beneath the back of my waistband and grip at any flesh he can. His hand tries to press us together harder as it squeezes me to him and the hot, damp, fantastic sensation between our desperate thrusts is vicious pleasure.
Ed's deep, guttural cry elicits softly from the throat just above me and I hear my own unfamiliar moans begin to build and mingle with his. My cheek is pressed against Ed's damp chest, which rattles with the vibrations from his stuttering breath driven by our vigorously moving hips. A softness meets my forehead with Ed's breath and he kisses me once before leaving his lips there.
"Mmm!" our moans excitedly build. Ed's chest is wet from my own parted lips as I cannot think anymore; the only goal in this moment is driven by my body as it seeks a release that's rushing to its precipice. My breathing hitches and my lustful voice is broken into sobbing groans which correlate with each of our rubbing thrusts. My body stops moving, except for the fast rise and fall of my own chest, though Ed's hips keep moving against my own. I hardly notice this until the friction is too much for my flaccid sensitivity. As I'm about to push Ed off, he grips me especially tight, not so much that it's painful, but I realize the strength that he staved for my own sake. Ed's deep pants stop short as he grips me against him, not letting our bodies part until he'd spent himself. He relaxes then and we just lay with our limbs entangled, lazily riding the wake of pleasure as it subsides into a state of near sleep. My heartbeat softens and I revel in the chill of Ed's room as the air cools my body.
In a daze, I remember what we'd just done as I remove my damp cheek from Ed's thick arm to look down between us. I roll back just enough to see the product of our endeavor smudged against our lower bellies and below. A familiar compulsion arises within me.
"Messy, messy, messy," I chant in embarrassment, feeling the urge to clean up the mess we'd made between us. But Ed still clings to me as I try to get up. My desire to clean up our afterthought becomes just that as Ed kisses my damp forehead.
Somehow maintaining our embrace, Ed reaches awkwardly behind himself, rolling his body backward and apart from my own. I watch him fumble for something from beneath my heavy eyelids. His hand returns into view with a shirt that he brings between us to gently mop up our expenditure. My anxiety subsiding, I raise my face to look up at Ed, who is intent on cleaning us up. I brush my lips tentatively along his in thanks for his consideration and I smile softly. Looking nervously back down at his chest, I realize Ed has frozen in his movements. He seems tense only briefly however, and soon tosses the shirt to the side. Ed draws me against him again and we drift into sleep.
When I awaken the following morning with the intense need to urinate, I'm bewildered by the heavy limbs which falls across my waist. I find I'm in Ed's arms and I grow tense, eyes widening. Having thought it some bizarre, distant dream I'd awoken from I quickly realized the encounter had been more real than I would have ever desired it to be. I dug my way from the recliner and left Ed's gentle snoring for the bathroom.
Needless to say, then next couple of study sessions were a little awkward between us. When I finally overcame the memory enough to think logically about the situation, I realized I'd been drugged. Outraged, Ed earned himself a substantial earful and I could tell he regretted the circumstances by which we had initiated our intimate encounter. After my rant, the very guilty and apologetic Ed hesitated before a nervous, somewhat idiotic smile stretched his lips.
"I won't take anymore stuff from Eddy, okay Double D," Ed promised guiltily. "Can we do that again, though?"