Billy 4
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Author's Notes
First, I want to wish all who have written such encouraging comments and those who have simply read and enjoyed the stories, the best New Year in 2014. I have had comments from people in Canada, the US, Australia and Britain. We in these countries are blest in so many ways. The best to all of you.
In case you have forgotten the story, Billy, also known as Will, had been sexually demanding and rough with his cousin Sean in their late teen. Sean had never forgiven Billy. They had not spoken since Sean had physically stopped Billies attempt to have sex with him after Sean's first year at Community College. On Labour Day eight years later, Billy had apologized to Sean and Sean had kindly challenged him to look into himself to see if his orientation (strictly heterosexual at that point) was correct. After a month of introspection, Billy decided to visit Sean and his partner Thomas after Thanksgiving and try and figure himself out. He met Paul and began to realize what was missing in his life. He had a one night date and fling with Robert a week later and the next week had met Paul again. Below in Previously is the ending of that second meeting with Paul which had been sexually and emotionally very moving for Billy or Will as he was called my Paul.
Previously
I have seldom in my life felt so attached to a person and so emotionally attached. I would have to watch what I said and figure this out. Was this a momentary reaction to a situation or was my connection with Paul a new part of my life? I still had to let him know that this had affected me.
"Paul, I was correct. The right time with the right person." I kissed him back.
We lay in a total stupor as our bodies recovered. It didn't stop us holding and touching the other. We eventually agreed to sleep and I woke the next morning on my side with Paul awake on his side looking at me. "Morning, Will. Can't get enough of you. Your body is lean and firm, beautifully developed."
"How long have you been perving on my body?"
"Enough to get me going again."
"I am not sure that I am up to the way we did it last night."
"Sometimes turn about is fair. I am certainly ready." He put my hand on his hard cock. I gave him feather like touches. He shuddered. It didn't take long until I was doing to him what he had done to me last night.
We took a long shower together and almost ended back in bed but hunger and good sense prevailed and we had breakfast together. I felt so comfortable with him. I was trying to think about a next step and finally decided to act on the spur of the moment. The time for thought and figuring was for later.
"Paul, I may be out of line but I am just going on my instincts right now. If you are not doing anything next weekend, you could come and visit me, take in my hockey game, go to a pub."
"Or spend the whole bloody weekend in bed." He leered at me. "Yes, I'll make myself free."
"Good, you set the day and time. Friday, Saturday, your choice."
"I like the timing for this weekend. After work on Friday. By the way, in my books, you are not out of line."
Present
I made some decisions on the drive home. I really enjoyed Paul, no it was possibly more than that, so I wanted to pursue getting to know him better. Even if things didn't work out, I realized that I wanted to live in the city. The town was just too enclosing for me now. The rumours would start. OK, I was ready for that but I just wouldn't have the ability to go out any night of the week and meet more people. I had been looking at the jobs available in our company in the city and I had seen one that looked interesting last week when this was all hypothetical and looking was just to pass the time. Now I was really interested.
I also decided that if it was OK with Paul, I would take him to meet my family as a friend I had met in the city. I could come up with some explanation as to how I met him. A friend of friend and hockey. My parents knew that I had played this weekend in the city. He was after all in much the same line of work as I although he was more on the financial side and I was in planning and operations so maybe even a work contact. We could make that work.
It was also time to see Jackie and let her know what was happening. I really didn't want to lose her friendship. It was strange now that I had met Paul, I felt more secure and closer to Jackie. I would be honest with her and hope that she would keep confidences. She had so far.
My first action on Monday was to phone the city office and talk to Mr. Leblanc, the manager, who I had met at the meeting I had gone to just a few short weeks ago. He remembered me and was quite enthusiastic about my idea to apply for the job. He even said that I could use him as a reference. After talking to my boss, I set things in motion. He said that I would be missed but I had his support in any way I wanted. I knew that it could take weeks although the closing date for applications was quite soon but I had started.
That Monday night I phoned Jackie. I received a very warm reaction and she agreed that I could drop over on Tuesday night. I only hoped that she did not want to go any further than a sociable visit. Paul and I had not talked about our relationships with other people but I somehow felt that I should not involve myself with anyone. I didn't want to anyway. If he did, that was his decision. After all, I had gone with Robert the week after I met him and I hadn't spoken to Paul about it. I hoped that he might feel like me but it was early days.
It turned out that I didn't have to even think about it. He phoned me on Monday night to tell me that he missed me and that he was really looking forward to Friday. In fact, he implied that a week of celibacy would make for a very interesting weekend. I had asked why that would be. He had replied that I would be as horny as he would be. We kidded each other about that. It felt good that we could be that open about that part of our weekend. We talked for an hour about the weekend, jazz and our time together. In fact, we talked on Wednesday and Thursday night as well. The rapport was still there.
Jackie had a big smile when she opened the door. We hugged but didn't kiss. We talked for a few minutes and she looked at me. "It's true, I can tell, you have met someone?"
"Yes but what do you mean that it is true?"
"Oh there are rumours."
"Goddam rumours in this fucking town. Ops, sorry."
"You don't have to be on your best behaviour with me. Billy, it is the life blood of small communities, rumours and other people's misfortunes. One of the reasons I am going to leave."
"OK one at a time. Rumours."
"Some one says that he heard from someone who heard from someone who claims to have seen you kiss a guy outside a movie theatre."
I started to laugh. "They got it partially correct. I kissed Paul outside a club where we had gone for jazz and supper. Not going to deny it to you."
"I take it, a good guy?"
"Yeah! Jackie honestly up to that afternoon at Starbucks on Labour Day Monday, I had no idea that my life would take this turn. Paul is great. You could meet him if you want this weekend but I would understand if you didn't want to. Second one. You are going to leave?"
"Yes, applied for a job in the city and I have been accepted. I am going in two weeks."
"I have started the process for a job in the city too." We smiled at each other. She looked at me. "We could have supper or lunch here on Saturday if you want. I want to stay friends and if Paul is part of your life, then I want to meet him."
"Can I see how things shape up and get back to you in a couple of days?"
"Sure, not as if my calendar is full."
We caught up on all the news and I had an early meeting the next day so I made moves to leave. Jackie looked at me. With a big smile, "I guess you can't be convinced to stay tonight?" Then she started to laugh hard. "Just joking but you should see the look on your face. Priceless. I'll remember the last time and I do have good memories." She came over and gave me a peck on the lips.
How could I be so lucky? We parted friends and we promised to keep in touch. I had always been basically honest with her. As I walked down the street, I could only shake my head at the bloody rumours realizing that my mother and father would hear them sooner rather than later. At least, I didn't have to come up with a story about how we met and why Paul was in town. Better talk to Mom first and then figure out what to do about Dad. That would have to wait until tomorrow evening at least. I had a really busy day at the office tomorrow. The next day I arranged with Mom for supper at their place.
My boss at work told me that he had had a request for information on me for the job application I had made. I talked to him on Monday. He did not want to lose me but he said that he always supported the people who had worked well for him.
I managed to make a call to our hockey team leader to ask him if we could use Paul on our team this weekend. When I described his play, he was enthusiastic. A quick call to Paul's work number and he agreed to play. He said some really sweet things to me as we signed off.
I arrived at my parents' immediately after work and my mother was there by herself. She looked at me silently but sympathetically for a bit. She had a look and I thought I knew what it was about.
"The rumours Mom?"
She shook her head with resignation.
"Mom I only heard about the rumours when I went over to Jackies last night. Let's sit down and talk. Dad?"
"Probably today. We shall have to cross that one shortly." Almost surprised, "You were with Jackie last night?"
"Yes I went over for a drink with a friend. She is OK." I told Mom in some detail what had happened since Labour Day. It was interesting as her look changed from surprise, to approval of my relationship with Sean being settled and finally to pleasure when I told her how I felt about Paul.
"Mom he is coming to visit and play hockey with me this weekend. You would like him."
"No matter what, I want to meet him."
"No matter what! Mom, I am not going to bullied by Dad. I know that is what is running beneath this discussion. I am old enough to make my own decisions."
"Son, don't forget that we parents still see you as our young son. Hold back as much as you can."
"Thanks Mom. I do have to be who I am."
I heard the back door open and shut. After a few moments, Dad walked into the room. He stopped and looked at me. His face was tense and his eyes narrowed. His cheeks were moving as he flexed the muscles there. His look yelled out that he had heard the news. I decided to wait and see how he handled it.
He drew himself up. "Well?" Challenging.
I decided to make him react. I looked at him with questioning written all over my face.
"Don't play smart ass with me."
In soft tones, "Dad, out with it, what ever it is on your mind."
"I heard that you were seen kissing a guy outside a movie theatre."
"And?" I knew that I was being a bastard but I wanted to answer specific questions not give him any fodder.
He hesitated and then sort of pulled himself together. "Are you a fag, a queer?" He said it in an insulting and pejorative voice, almost a sneer. I sensed that Mom flinched.
Keep calm Will. "I may be bisexual or gay. I have had a long talk with Mom. Do you want the long or the short story because there is story over the last month or more?" I tried to keep my voice reasonable and level even though my anger was rising.
"I may want you out of my house!"
That one hit home but still I just looked at him. Finally, "Dad, this is not just your house. It is Mom's and I believe that there is someone else who has a 1/3 ownership." That stopped him. I had invested in the house both as an investment and to allow them to buy something really nice.
"How could you do this to us?"
Angry now. "Dad there is no ... us. There is only a me in this issue. Do you want the story or do you just want to vent you anger? Your prejudice? I can wait. Just a reminder, I am an adult over the age of 30 with a damn good job. I am a masculine man who loves hockey and sports who may have discovered why none of his relationships with woman have worked out. Jackie by the way has been in the loop for a month now and she has invited Paul and me to lunch or dinner this weekend."
"Christ, you are bringing him to town this weekend. Are you crazy? What do expect us to do?"
My opening, thanks Dad. "I hoped that you might do as Uncle Philip and Aunt Brenda did. Meet Paul and decide then your feelings about him but treat him and me with respect." I knew my anger was taking hold. My voice raised a few decibels. "Goddamn it, Dad, I am still the guy I was last week. I haven't changed my abilities, my interests, well maybe one interest." I couldn't help but smile at the last statement. Dad didn't smile. "My choice of partners is not yours to make. I repeat. I am still the same guy I was last week!"
He looked a little stunned at my raised voice and my rant. Luckily, Mom intervened. "I think that we can come to decision here. I want you and Paul here for supper after your hockey game unless you want to go out with the guys. So the alternative is lunch on Sunday before you leave. Douglas, I expect you to be present." Douglas not Doug. Dad looked even more stunned. Even he realized he was in dangerous territory
"I'll discuss it with Paul tonight and get back to you. OK?"
Mom smiled and nodded yes. Dad muttered something about this guy already making my decisions for me.
That one I could not let go. I used my 'I am in charge and you will not take control' tone of voice. "Dad! Paul is a friend and my guest this weekend. He gets a share in deciding what we do. It is a courtesy," I paused, and almost sweetly, "Amongst other things."
I had cooled down a bit and decided what to do next. "Now I would like to explain what has happened." I did. I didn't get quite the same reaction as I had from Mom. There were more surprised looks and scowls but in the end, he accepted that Paul was coming and he would meet him. Not with a lot of grace but more than I had expected at the outset. We had a little way to go, uphill.
Later on the telephone. "So is it like Daniel in the lion's den? Or do I get a trial?"
"Sorry, Paul if this is becoming too much like meet the parents, you can back out. It is just that this is a small town and I can't just bring in a male friend who I was seen kissing last weekend and not introduce him to my parents. Really, you can back out."
"Will, I guess it is the charm offensive and me on my best behaviour." He paused. "In public." I couldn't help laughing at his tone and innuendo.
"I can take the public and private."
"You sure did last week. I am getting turned on already."
"OK, you horny bastard. Do you know how much I miss you and also the private stuff but really just you?"
"I think that we are probably equal. I am really looking forward to the weekend, even with meet the parents."
We signed off and I told him that I had made no plans for Friday after work. It was just he and I. He growled. This guy was really getting to me. I think that my Dad may have met his match.
I managed to get by on Thursday and Friday. When I was on the shop floor, I had a few appraising looks but I was the boss and I had a reputation for being tough and firm but fair; certainly, not someone you took shots at. I did have a friend, Alex, in the office who looked at me and told me that he hoped that everything was going OK. We both knew what he was talking about; so over coffee, I gave him the short version of the story. He played hockey with us so he told me that he was looking forward to the game and meeting Paul. One ally.
The door bell rang at 7:30 and there was Paul with all his stuff at my front door. He came in and I lost it. I pulled him towards me and kissed him deeply. He dropped everything and kissed me back. Obviously, it had been a long week for both of us. I don't think that I ever had a kiss like it. I was excited and hard by the time we broke it off. I put arm around his waist and felt his butt.
"You testing the target."
"Maybe I have the bulls eye on my butt."
He felt mine and told me it was just right. We put his stuff away and had a good supper that I had put together, with a good bottle of wine. We were quite mellow by the time we finished. I had filled him in on our schedule and he had looked at me as he were calculating something. "Yeah, lots of time for other things as well."
I raised my eyebrows. "No time like the present. Wouldn't want to miss a second this weekend."
I walked over to him putting my arm over his shoulder and I steered him to the bedroom. It was then that he took the initiative. He sat on the bed and cocked his head to the side. "I have been fantasizing all week. Would you stand there and strip?" I gave him a smile and a look. "You're right I want to watch you strip. Turn your back to me and start. It is my video."
"Pervert!"
"Yeah but it is in a good cause, getting you naked."
I had seen several striptease in movies. So I slowly and dramatically took off my shirt and t shirt and turned my head to look at him as I flung my clothes over my shoulder at him. He grabbed them and smelt them. Then slowly it was my pants and just my pants. I let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and then bent over from the waist to pick them up. He made very rude noises. Then my shorts came off very slowly, down over my ass and I picked them up with my bare ass on display as I bent down. I threw them to him. He put them to his face. Shit I was already hard. Never knew that this sort of thing could be such a turn on. To his encouragement, I slowly turned around with my erection bouncing as I moved. Paul's eyes were as big as saucers.
"Exactly what I remembered. Come here. You are as wonderful as I remembered."
I stood in front of him and he reached forward with his hands putting them on my ass. He opened his mouth as my cock touched his lips. His hands on my ass slowly pulled me in, sucking and licking me until I was totally in his mouth and throat. "Paul!" was all could exclaim or do. Then I started to run my hands through his hair as I felt one finger circling my entrance. It went in. I moaned his name again.
I took charge. I came out so he could breathe and pulled him up. I slowly stripped him making certain that I licked and bit his nipples as I took his shirt off. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and fly and took off both pants and shorts in one quick movement. His cock was in my mouth immediately. I could taste him and his precum. I sucked him hard. I looked at him smiling as I told him his taste was even better than I remembered.
Eventually, I stood up and found the condoms and the lube. In one swift movement, I let him know how this was going to go by kneeling in front of him, wetting his head and putting the condom on him with my mouth and fingers. He shivered.
He grabbed me and we ended up in the bed kissing, biting and feeling each other all over for a long time. I was sensitive to any touch. I finally lay on my back with my legs apart and handed him the lube. "You use this first on me and then I want it back." He smiled and put in lots. I took the lube and slowly put lots on him but with soft, soft touches. He was making noises in his throat. He knelt between my legs bending over to kiss me as I placed him at my entrance.
"Paul, I have dreamed of this all week. I saw your magnificent body hovering over me like this many times." I ran my hands over his chest pulling the hair and then put them on his ass and started to pull him into me. "Just let me direct this scene and then it is yours."
My body resisted at first. So I used my hands to move him in slow back and forth movements until I pulled him just in to the first opening. My body was spasming but I knew it would stop especially as he kissed me with his tongue. It actually felt incredible. I finally slowly pulled him in until he could go no further. I was filled with Paul. It felt so right. It felt so damn good. Then I told him it was his scene.
I think that we both knew that it would not last long but we both knew that this would only be the first of several times that night so that didn't matter. He was a great lover. He stroked slowly at first with long, slow thrusts. It was exquisite. Then short quick thrusts at my entrance and then over my prostate. He had my body vibrating with electricity. Fair was fair, my hands were everywhere. He was especially vocal when I first put my fingers between us and squeezed and pulled his balls. I stroked his cock as he stroked in and out. Then he was very vocal when I was able to reach behind and get a finger in him. He retaliated with nips to my nipples and light bits to my shoulder. I guess I thrashed a bit and was even more vocal.
I finally started to stroke myself. "I'm close."
"Lover, I have been close since we started. Had to picture my grandmother naked a couple of times."
"Then I think that it is time to finish." Flashed through my that he had called me lover.
I started to stroke myself harder and faster while I contracted and released my ass muscles harder and faster. I pulled him down and bit his nipple.
"Will, oh shit ...." I felt him tense and change his rhythm and then go in all the way. I could feel him pulse once, twice, three times and then he started to stroke in and out again to finish his orgasm. Suddenly, I shot out a weeks worth of semen all over my chest and stomach. I pulled him down to me in a frantic kiss. I could finally feel him softening and he came out. I turned us sideways holding him tight.
I slipped the condom off him and bent over and cleaned him off with my tongue. "No more clean up. Just hold me tight. Wake me anytime during the night for a repeat. You are amazing."
"Will, it takes two." His eyes were damp. So were mine.
At some point in the night, I woke to find a hot mouth on my cock and a very few minutes later a condom on it.
As he sat on my cock while I lay looking up at him, "Will, I need you in me." His voice was beseeching and gentle. It almost hurt it was so intense.
This time it was me looking and admiring his body when he woke up in the morning. My kiss started it all again. We ended up in the shower with fresh and dried cum all over our chests, stomach and groin. We were both semi hard as we dried each other off but by common agreement, we would wait for later in the day.
We had breakfast with just shorts on the next morning. I could not resist touching him and kissing him time and time again. We showered together and ended up using our hands and mouth to finish each other off. We were like a couple of adolescents who were new to sex and I guess for me that was partly true. We wanted to have an early lunch because our game was in the early afternoon. We planned to go out for drink with the guys after the game and to my parents for supper. Lunch tomorrow would be with Jackie.
Most of the guys must have heard the rumours but there was not a comment made. In fact, they welcomed Paul warmly. I watched him on the ice during warm up and you could see, almost feel his strength and skill. I don't think it was lost on my team members. Alex came over just before we left the ice telling him that we were lucky to have him. In his usual, self effacing way, Paul said that he should wait until he saw him play.
Miracle of miracles, just as the game was to start I saw first my mother and then my father come into the stands. What did she have to do to make that happen? I was elated.
Towards the end of the first period, I watched Paul as I was on the bench for this shift. He was a very strong skater and I watched as he stopped a rush on our goal with some really good moves. Then suddenly when our team was in our opponents end, one of their players tried to make a clearing pass. Paul anticipated it and intercepted the pass and stick handled toward the goal. Half way between the goal and the blue line, he used his wrist and arms to send the puck up high and hard into the left corner of the net. We were ahead one to nothing. The team mobbed him.
In the second period, I scored from a pass from Paul and that took us into the third period leading 2 to nothing. Paul was brilliant on defence as the other team desperately fought to catch up. One of their bigger players boarded Paul quite hard. I heard Paul as he looked at the guy telling him not to try that one again. I noticed minutes later that the guy was against the boards with Paul behind him. The guy didn't bother Paul again. Strong but so gentle.
We went for a drink with the guys. They couldn't stop talking about what great contribution he made to the team today. One guy noted that his pass to me had been brilliant. Neither of us had to pay for any drinks.
We arrived early at my parents'. "Well you made an impression on the team. Now my parents. They were in the stands by the way."
"Shit, I am nervous. Give me a kiss. Just for encouragement."
I gave him a good one. "Well that may start yet another round of rumours and I don't care."
Mom must have heard us come in. She appeared at the end of the hall, big smile on her face. "Mom, Paul. Paul, Mom."
"Hi Mom." That was Paul and Mom was beaming.
Dad came out of the kitchen. He stopped gave an appraising look at Paul. "Paul, I assume. I'm Doug. I assume that you were number 9." Paul smiled a yes. "You guys played an amazing game. You operated like a team."
I almost had tears in my eyes. This was my Dad doing an Uncle Philip. OK Will, no time for being emotional. "Thanks Dad. I told you that he was good. The team would like to have him here for every game. But ...." I shrugged and he smiled and it was warm smile. Wow.
Mom and Dad took us into the living room and offered drinks. I had a beer as did Paul and Dad. Mom had some sherry. We talked about the game and then about the NHL and the chances of the various teams. Something was said and Dad discovered that Paul liked fishing. They were off. At one point over a discussion of whether bass or pickerel were the best for sport and eating, Mom and I looked at each other and smiled. Her smile said it all. My father had met his match. My guy had landed him hook, line and sinker to use the old fishing expression. Oh, it wasn't a phoney Paul. It was my Paul as I had come to know him. There was talk of fishing trips in the spring when the seasons opened. Dad and I used to do it all the time and now it would be the three of us. I wanted to break out into song I was so happy.
Supper only quietened the talk a little but everything was cordial. I guess a couple of glasses of wine didn't hurt. Mom asked about our jobs and again Paul surprised them with his knowledge and position which was almost the same as mine. When we left there were genuine invitations to return.
I woke up the next morning and he was watching me. He had a smile on his face. "You, Will, are one horny bugger."
"Me? Who woke me up in the middle of the night ... again?"
"Damn and you never moved a muscle?"
"Well you are my guest and it would have been impolite." I said it in the most innocent, sweet voice. "No get that look off your face. My politeness to a guest only goes so far. No don't touch me there. It is going to fall off!!! Breakfast now." I scrambled out of bed and locked the bathroom door. His frantic pleas only caused us to laugh louder. I opened the door and hugged him. We were naked and aroused but I made it clear that it was breakfast. He slapped my ass. It sent incredible shock waves through my body. I didn't tell him. We were both still laughing. What a wonderful way to start the morning. I hoped that there would be many more.
Jackie opened the door and gave Paul the once over. "So this must be Paul. Welcome." Then she welcomed us with hugs and kisses. I could see that there was resignation in her eyes and face. We talked about her move and what a difference it was going to be from the town and its constant rumours. She was hoping to strike out and meet a new crowd but she wanted to keep her friends from the town as well in the city. We actually had a lot of fun.
At one point she was in the kitchen getting dessert and she called for my help. She looked at me. "Billy, he is smitten. And so are you. Don't let him get away. He is a great guy."
"Thanks Jackie, I don't intend to." That was all that was said. I felt a bit sad for her but I was certain that she would find someone in the city and not be encumbered by me who had not been able to make a commitment to her.
We had had a good lunch with Jackie and we both didn't really want to leave. When we were in the car about to head back to my place, Paul looked at me. "She really likes you. You know each other very well I assume."
"Yeah, we know each other VERY well but I have never lied to her. We acted as VERY close friends. The week after I came back from seeing you, I told her about what had happened from Labour Day to Thanksgiving and after my last visit with you, I told her about you. Her words, 'if he is going to be part of your life, as a friend I want to meet him'. We have only been friends since my first visit with you."
"So I am part of your life?" He gave a small, quizzical smile.
"I hope so. Or maybe I should say that I would like you to be."
He didn't say a word but he leaned over and gave me a loving kiss. I felt as if we had sealed a deal of some kind. I decided to leave it at that.
It was 3 in the afternoon when we arrived back at my place. We sat down for a quick drink. The topics turned to interviews for the job I had applied for.
"I guess that when I am in town for the interviews, I should start the search for a place to live. Not looking forward to that."
Paul looked as if he was thinking about something. "Will, I don't know how to put this." He stopped and looked me. "For me, this time with you this weekend and last weekend has been one of the best in years. I am going to make a suggestion. Please don't assume that you have to do it. I am pretty sure that I want to be part of your life, big time. Why don't you come and stay with me first for the interviews. If you want to, you could look for a place while staying with me and getting used to your job or ... you could just stay. You wondered if you were moving too fast when you invited me for this weekend. If I am moving too fast, tell me. I want us to be honest with each other."
"Paul, I, I, I don't know what to say." I hoped that I had correct tone of voice.
"Simple, say yes Paul, I would love to take you up on your offer."
"Paul, I would love to take you up on your offer."
"Settled."
I stood up and pulled him up. "What time were thinking of leaving today?"
"When it is time to leave."
I grabbed him and kissed him. I have never made love standing up before but we ended up in the hall to the bedroom with me forcing Paul against the wall. We were just the right height. As I entered him, I kissed and bit his shoulders and then stroked his very hard cock with my hand. I was surprised that after all the activity in the last days, it took very little time until I was ready to finish and from the frantic gasps and noises Paul was making, he was there as well. With a final thrust, I had an incredible finish and I quickly stroked Paul to a finish that gave my wall a coat of whitewash.
We turned and kissed murmuring sweet things to each other. We lay down on the bed and covered ourselves. It was there that we told each other how we felt about each other. Jackie was right we were both smitten by the other. Then a quick shower and a quick supper of left overs before his trip home.
We stood at the door. I forced him to drop all his stuff and I engulfed him in an tight embrace. I could feel his strength and his firm body. Mostly I could feel his warmth. As I held him tight, I could feel his body radiating heat to mine. I swear that I could feel his heart beating. As we held each other, it felt as if our bodies had melded together. I had never felt this way with any person. To me, it was as if we were one. I finally broke my reverie and the embrace.
"Have a good week. See you on Friday." I paused. "I'll miss you."
"Will, you have no idea. I'll phone when I arrive back."
He gave me a wisp of a smile and in a simple, intimate gesture, he touched his fingers to my lips and was gone. This guy had me.
Author's Note
There may be yet again a delay but there will probably be another chapter. Let me know your thoughts on this new chapter. Always good to hear from readers.
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If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change which has had the most positive comments and one of my favourites, Getting My Act Together.
Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012
Surprised Eric and Dave, Beginnings, February 10, 2012
Surprised Graham and Robert, Nifty, Adult-Friends, March 22, 2012
What a Difference a Year Makes, Nifty, Adult-Friends, September 13, 2012
Discoveries, Nifty, Beginnings, November 1, 2012
Introspection, Nifty, Relationships, August 1, 2013
Bad Boy Series, Nifty, Beginning, January 2, 2014