Warm
I grit my teeth in irritation as I continue to watch Wendy talking to her friends. If there is one thing I've learned about girls, it is that they love to talk. And seeing as how I've been waiting for about thirty minutes while leaning against the janitorial closet I'm more than a tad annoyed at this. Although as much as it annoys me I need someone to talk to that won't laugh or make fun of how I feel right now.
When Heidi finally walks the fuck away I straighten up to make my way towards the brunette, but her blonde best friend quickly makes her appearance, and I'm once again forced to pretend that I'm all too consumed with my phone. Five minutes of staring blankly at my phone pass before I decide to see what the two girls could be chatting about only the two girls are no longer standing there. The hall is near empty with only a guy yanking at his locker and a girl hopelessly trying to make it to class before the late bell.
I head out of the side door of the school, not caring if I'm late for homeroom, but to my surprise, I'm met with the impressive sight of the brunette I was looking for making out with Bebe. I watch for a moment, and the two still haven't noticed my presence apparently too busy snogging the life out of each other. Clearing my throat loudly both girls jerk their heads up. It's a funny sight considering Wendy's bashful and embarrassed expression at being caught lip-locking it with her best friend whereas Bebe rolls her eyes and looks more annoyed at being interrupted.
I chuckle at this and Wendy continues to grow bright and look to Bebe in question on how to go about being caught. Bebe's face instantly contorts to one of outrage and shock before asking, "What are you doing here? You're spying on us, y-you perv!" Now I'm rolling my eyes.
"Really Bebe," Is all I say. She continues to glare at me, but I know it's half-hearted. My attention drags over to Wendy, who's found her composure.
"We need to talk."
"About what?" She says with a sigh, and I continue to stare at her.
"I hope you don't expect us to talk in front of your girlfriend."
"What's there to hide Eric," Bebe jokes before untangling her arm from Wendy's and moving past me her cream colored boots crunching in the snow that litter the ground. When Bebe has finally gone back inside of the school, and the door clicks loudly behind her, I refocus my attention on Wendy.
"Okay," Wendy starts walking over to one of the large stone blocks littered on the school property and sits down, patting the spot next to her for me to join her, "What's this about Eric?" She asks and I try to find the words as she continues speaking.
"I'm actually glad you wanted to talk. You've been really spaced out in the office lately and in class as of late. And less… let's just say yourself."
"So, you were worried?"
"Maybe," Is all Wendy says before taking a deep breath and releasing it into the cold air. "You just seem zoned out."
"I had sex," I blurt out stupidly and immediately regret it. That didn't come out right.
Wendy's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, "Um, what?" She coughs out.
"That came out wrong. I mean...I hooked up with a boy. For the first time."
"Okay-"
"It was Gary."
"Harrison?" Wendy asks in surprise, and I nod, closing my eyes only to open them quickly, in fear of seeing the moments I've tried so hard to erase, but I'm pretty sure they are burned into my mind by this point. "Did you like it?" Wendy asks after a beat. I clench my eyes shut at that.
"Maybe. Kinda, I guess," I mumble noncommittally.
"So how do you feel about him?" Wendy asks, and I think about this. My feelings are all over the place, and I can't seem to settle on just one. My mind instantly takes me back to a few days ago.
…
"Knock, knock, knock is anyone home?" Disgruntled immensely at this annoying little freak who continues to pound at my door while simultaneously harassing me I finally decide to get off my ass to answer it. I open the door wordlessly and motion for Gary to sit anywhere and he sits next to me. Of fucking course.
I don't say anything, not really too bothered as I would hope. Gary removes his white coat and throws it over the back of the sofa. Moments later I feel sock covered feet touching my bare ones.
"Why aren't you wearing any socks, Eric? You're gonna catch a cold, and we don't need that do we?"
I try to ignore his insistent feet tickling mine, "The heat is on smart alec."
"Alec, I like that name. Maybe it's because I fucked a guy named Alec before or was it Alex, Andy, Asher?"
"You can't be bothered to remember the name of the people you fuck?" I comment, eyes still focused on whatever Terrance just said to Philip before promptly jumping off a roof and promptly farting in his face. I don't even know why I bother with Gary anymore. He's an extreme man-whore and seemed to have lost all types of fucks a long, long time ago. It doesn't help that he's too fucking charming for his own good.
Gary's foot travels up my calf, and I try to ignore it, hoping he'll eventually stop or grow tired of trying to rile me up. He doesn't, and I question why I even thought that he would. I shiver as he pushes his foot hard against mine.
"Are you done assaulting me with your foot?" I glare at him, and he does nothing, but shoot me a cheeky smile before looking back down at his phone.
Minutes pass, and eventually my Terrance and Phillip episode ends, and I let my eyes wander back over to Gary, who has managed to keep his feet to himself and is texting furiously on his phone. I take in how smooth and blemish free his face looks in the light emitting his rose gold colored iPhone, it illuminates each contour.
Even his lips seem much redder and plump like this as they contort in a small frown at whatever it is he's staring so intently at on his phone as his fingers continue to glide over the screen. Gosh, I feel like such a pussy right now. I need to man up. Here I am ogling the guy who has made it his mission to annoy me since the day I decided to speak to him during detention and admiring how admittedly hot he looks.
Reluctantly I think about the how those red lips of his felt against mine. I had never been kissed like that before with so much fervor and a raging desperation only for it to end too quickly for my liking.
"Can I help you?" I see Gary's lips moving, but it only registers in my head that he's talking to me. I scoff, and this does nothing, but erupt a small chuckle from him.
"What are you doing anyway? Someone more important than me?"
"Never," Gary says appalled. "You're so important to me; you know that, right?"
"Yeah, yeah," I say, "I think you're secretly using me as your own personal portable heater," I grumble and secretly hating how pouty I sound.
"You want my attention," Gary acknowledges as he continues to text whoever.
"No. Course not," I scoff. "You didn't come over to my house to hangout with me. You just came to use my wifi to do whatever."
"Please," Gary scoffs, "I have wifi. I didn't need to come all the way over here to use your crappy wifi."
"Pardon?" Clearly I heard him wrong. My wifi is anything but crappy.
"You heard me," Gary taunts, "Now stop being such a baby."
"It's fine. Continue, by all means to chat up your next fuck." Gary doesn't say anything to this and instead continues to text, and I tune back into the another episode of Terrance and Phillip. Moments later I feel arms envelop me from my side.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm hugging you."
"Why?"
"I think you need one."
"I don't. So you can stop now."
"I don't want to."
"Ugh," I sigh, and Gary squeezes me harder before letting me go with a regretful glint in his eyes.
"Fine," I say, giving up and Gary instantly takes me in his arms again. It's weird because he's like so slim and I'm much bulkier and made of more muscle, but he's really warm.
Moments pass, and Gary still hasn't let me go yet, but I'm not sure if I care anymore. He hasn't pulled out his phone, and I pretend I don't notice. The episode ends, and I feel him nosing at the side of my neck not so subtle in the least. Many questions are on the tip of my tongue as I face him, but they're immediately drowned out by the lustful look seeping through Gary's eyes. Not a moment later his lips are upon mine, and I close my eyes at the feel of his lips moving against mine.
I groan at the stinging in my bottom lip as he bites me like the savage he is. Fuck. He continues to fight me for dominance, and I revel in it, but once again it ends all too soon. Gary stares at me momentarily teeth gritted before standing and pulling me along with him.
Once we reach my room, I'm surprised by his strength as he pushes me on my back before reattaching our lips. His hands pull on the waistband of my drawstring sweatpants, and I lift my hips letting him slide the offending fabric off, along with my boxers and shirt hitting the floor with a small thump.
When we detach our mouths again, I take in a lungful of air, keeping eye contact with Gary. I sit up and slowly remove my shirt too distracted by the smooth, creamy expanse of skin exposed to me as Gary strips away all pieces of clothing until he's standing in front of me, member hard.
I'm a bit in shock and slightly consumed with worry at the size of him and the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. Gary chuckles, a smirk curling his lips before he reaches forward and guides my hand to his cock. Slick with pre-come I let him guide my hand up and down his member before I establish a steady rhythm, twisting at the tip and focusing on the small cute groans he gives out.
Once this becomes too much for him, he pulls my hand away and bends down kissing me hard on the lips, patting me on the hip he whispers in my ear, "Get on your hands and knees for me." I close my eyes after he pulls away, heat rising to my cheeks. 'I can't believe I'm doing this' I think as I comply.
Once I'm turned around I feel Gary's hands gliding down my back, cupping my butt in his soft hands before giving me a harsh slap on my right ass cheek.
"Told you not to tease me," He spanks my left cheek harder, "Are you going to tease me now?" Another slap echoes in the quiet room and I finally find my voice at the harsh sting on both of my ass cheeks.
"No. I won't."
"Great, stay still." God, who knew Gary was so dominant in bed? As Gary walks past me in search for my lube, I can't help but stare at his naked cute perky ass, wanting to bury my hard on inside of it.
Gary slams one of my drawers closed with a huff before looking down at me, tossing the halfway gone bottle of lube in his hands. "Thinking about fucking me? Tough shit. You're gonna be a good boy and wait."
Gary returns to his spot behind me, and I hide my face in my sheets as Gary pulls my globes apart. I feel something wet prod at my hole, and I moan at the foreign feeling, hips rising.
"Relax, love,'' Gary says holding my hips in place.
"I can't."
"You can and you will," Gary hisses, grabbing my hair tightly before releasing it.
"O-okay," I say, giving up.
I quickly take notice that it's Gary's tongue licking along my rim and occasionally diving in, driving me insane. My hole feels as though it's leaking at this point before Gary decides to slowly thrust a finger inside of me. I try to stay still as not to be punished in some way by Gary, but it becomes difficult as he continues to thrust his digit inside of me and eventually adding more.
I hide my moans and groans in the sheets, grip never easing up as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. My eyes water at the feel, and I have never felt so good! I moan embarrassingly loud as he hits a bundle of nerves inside of me that makes literal tears fall from the corner of my eyes.
Soon his fingers leave me, and he pinches my hip, "Good boy," Gary whispers in my ear and an unfamiliar warmth overcomes me at this. I hear the sound of foil, and I turn my head to the side to see Gary slicking his condom-wrapped hard on up before unceremoniously guiding himself inside of me. Once he's sheathed inside of me, his hips stop, and I adjust to his size.
"You can, um, go now," I utter out and not a second later Gary begins to thrust inside of me, building a steady rhythm. Gary's thrusts eventually speed up as he becomes more carried away, his drawn out moans and groans in my ear driving me crazy. He finds the bundle of nerves inside of me once again, and I moan helplessly and try to hide it by burying my face in my sheets again.
"Oh, no," Gary grabs my hair in his fist again and pulls me up. I groan at the feel of how hard he's thrusting inside of me, "I want to hear you. Ever since I first met you, you've always had a big mouth, don't get shy now." Gary pounds my bundle of nerves relentlessly, and I sob at the feel and moan at how...amazing he feels inside of me. I reach my hand between me and grasp myself in my palm and quickly try to get off, my hard on begging for relief. Immediately Gary removes my hand, and I almost cry at that.
"No, you're going to come from my cock." Gary proceeds to fuck me speechless, and I barely register spilling my release onto my bed sheets. "Fuck you're so tight," Gary says before thrusting inside of me once more and stilling inside of me. I marvel in the feel of him spilling inside of the condom inside of me.
Gary rides his orgasm out before pulling out. He ties his condom off and throws it in the bin next to my desk and removes another one from his jeans pocket before flopping down next to me.
"Fuck me," Is all he says and I stare in confusion trying to contain my breathing. He thrusts the foil package out in front of me, and I grab it. "Wait," Gary says halting my already sluggish movements from having the shit fucked out of me.
He smiles and pulls my face closer, kissing me deeply, and I can't even begin to think what this may mean. Even as I have Gary moaning and writhing underneath me, all I can want is to be able to feel like this again. To feel this overwhelming sense of being alive.
…
"Wow, I mean wow!" Wendy says as I retell the censored version of my recent experience. "So, what does this mean for you both?" She asks pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean? From what you just said, you enjoyed what you both did together."
"And?" I sigh before continuing, "Look, Wendy, I know in your head you think we are going confess our 'feelings' for each other and somehow become a loving and respectable couple." Wendy stares at me with an obvious look like 'well, yeah' as if it's that simple. "It's not going to happen. It's been almost a week now, and nothing's changed other than-"
"Other than what?" Wendy asks impatiently, sitting on the edge of the stone block.
"That we may or may not occasionally hook up."
"Right...maybe you both should just talk about whatever this is that you both have going on."
"What is there to talk about, it's just sex."
"Fine. Even though I secretly think you do feel something for Gary despite his...ways."
"If by 'ways' you mean being a big man-whore."
"Yeah, plus isn't it strange that he continues to hook up with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've never seen Gary with the same person more than once, twice if you're lucky. You have to be special to him." Wendy stands and I follow.
"Well, what about you?"
"What about me?" Wendy asks cluelessly.
"You're boning Bebe now. How'd that come about."
"I don't know really. It just happened, and I liked it."
"Was it weird?"
"At first, because I had never been with a girl before, but then I realized that it was just Bebe. She's my best friend and it just-"
"Felt right," I find myself finishing for her.
"Yeah," Wendy murmurs. "I'm glad you came to me, Eric. That somehow you trusted me enough to share all of this with me, considering our past."
"Oh, don't grow sappy on me. Plus, I know that you wouldn't rat on me because your moral code is too high to ever commit such an act." I stand and follow Wendy back inside the school, the intensity of our conversation fading into the coldness behind us.
"I don't think I can watch another episode of this," I hear Red say as she quickly turns the TV to a random cartoon. I burst into laughter at this.
"You're the one who wanted to watch the Hoarders marathon. And why is SpongeBob on at this time of night?"
"Toke, why do you listen to me?" Red says her expression seriously. " That was obviously a horrible idea, and now I have to go to work and think whether or not I'm helping someone add to their collection of trash continue their hoarding ways," Red says before standing from the sofa, and I follow walking her to the front door.
Red slides on her red ugg boots and coat and wraps her silver scarf around her neck before opening the door. She envelops me in a hug, and I hug her back, rolling my eyes as she rocks us side to side before letting go.
"So, I'll see you Friday, probably, maybe?"
"I thought we were going hangout tomorrow?"
"Token," Red says sounding like a mother chiding her kid. "Why don't you hang out with Nichole, plus I'm going to pick up some extra shifts at work, and I have to help train new employees."
"You're trying to get rid of me?"
"No, just I feel like I'm keeping you from your girlfriend, and I don't want that."
"You make me seem like I'm avoiding her," Red shoots me a knowing look, and I sigh relenting. "Fine.
"See you later big head," Red says squeezing my arm.
As Red turn to leave, my heart gets caught in my throat.
"What are you guys doing!"
"I-It's not what it looks like!" I immediately stutter out. Fucking hell, I've never had a stuttering problem in my life why now? I stare at a wide-eyed Nichole as she looks between Red and me.
"Oh, it isn't?" She questions, "What are you doing here Red? Token is my boyfriend, mine, meaning he is off limits!" Nichole turns to me, "So this is what you've been doing when you've been complaining about copious amounts of homework?"
"Look, Nichole I was just leaving, nothing is going on. Token is tutoring me and-"
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" She asks incredulously.
"Yes, you are," I say to which Nicole just glares at me and Red just stands there uncomfortably before quickly making her way to her car.
"Don't defend her," Nichole rages.
"I'm not. We weren't doing anything; just...you have to trust me, Nichole. I love you and only you."
Nichole sighs and I'm internally proud that I've succeeded in calming her down. The last thing I need is for her to be angry with me. I love her and hate to see her becoming so riled up about me hanging out with Red. It's important that they get along seeing as how I don't plan to get rid of either anytime soon. "Do you trust me?" I ask looking her in her chocolate eyes.
"Yes, I trust you," Nichole says, and I wrap my arms around her. "I just kind of freaked out. I'm sorry. And now I feel like a right lunatic; I'm going to apologize to Red tomorrow."
"It's okay; she will understand."
"No, I shouldn't have approached the situation like that. I should have asked instead of assuming that she was screwing my boyfriend. Stupid of me."
"You're far from stupid. Now," I kiss her forehead, "what do you want to do?"
"I wanted to invite you to dinner with my parents."
"That's great!" I say with a false smile; I've long perfected. It's not that I don't mind having dinner with her parents, Nichole's mom is very kind and generous, but her dad is very scrutinizing, to say the least.
He's constantly asking us about the future, and I always have to pretend that it doesn't grate on my nerves, even my parents don't hound me as much. Despite Nichole's disagreement, I think her dad will never genuinely like me, and that he doesn't think I'm good enough to be with his daughter.
Nichole mentions my accomplishments and how hard I work and how much I care about her, but it seems to go in one ear and directly out of the other. I wouldn't be surprised if he's made a list of all the 'suitable' boyfriends that Nichole should date, but I wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction.
Hi~ I just wanted say thank you to everyone that reads this story, has stuck along all this time and to my reviewers, you all are so sweet and just awesome! I hope you enjoyed this crazy-fabulous chapter.
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