And because I love my faithful readers and also don’t want them calling for my head on a pike.. a little more…Â
I stepped into the play shed, a covered but only partially walled structure with basketball hoops and four-square grids. Â It was empty. Â I checked my watch, I was a couple minutes early. Â Leaning back against a concrete block wall, I closed my eyes and willed my heart to stop imitating a herd of stampeding horses. Â My brain was doing itâ€™s typical panic-driven overdrive, coming up with multiple potential scenarios for the coming conversation. Â My brain was also acting like a hard-boiled pessimist and none of the scenarios veered from a path leading to complete disaster. Â She was gonna come in here and tell me sheâ€™d made a mistake, that it couldnâ€™t ever happen again and beg me to never speak of it to anyone. Â In fact, I was so convinced of the inevitability of this, that I felt guilty about telling Sarah May. Â I was so convinced she was going to reject me that tears welled up in my eyes.
â€œBuddy?â€ Â I opened my eyes, she was standing a few feet away, next to her bike. Â I hadnâ€™t heard her ride up. Â I looked at her, tried to speak, but nothing would come out. Â What could I say that would convince her not to deny what weâ€™d felt together last night?
â€œOh, god, Buddyâ€ Â She dropped her bike and ran up to me, throwing her arms around my neck, kissing me hard. Â Lucky for me, I didnâ€™t have to think about what to do in response. Â I leaned back against the wall, pulled her up against me and kissed her back. Â Just like the night before, time ceased to have any meaning and the rest of the world ceased to matter. Â And, best of all, my head shut up.
Coming up for air, she leaned back slightly and looked up at me. Â Her blue eyes were full of emotion, I couldnâ€™t guess what she was feeling, but whatever it was she was there kissing me, so maybe it wasnâ€™t so bad. Â I reached out to brush her hair back, behind her ears like she usually did for herself. Â As soon as I touched her face, her eyes closed and she sighed. Â She looked happy and that made me happy. Â In fact, seeing how happy she felt when I touched her made me feel more than happy, I couldnâ€™t even name what I felt.
â€œBuddy…â€ Â Her face got serious and I got worried again. â€œIâ€™m sorry.. Iâ€™m sorry I didnâ€™t talk to you today. Â I .. I was trying to figure it all outâ€ Â She paused, seemed to gather herself. Â â€œBuddy, you know Iâ€™ve had boyfriends before, um, a lot of them.. but you, youâ€™re different…â€
I snorted, â€œWell, yeah, girl, thatâ€™s because I ainâ€™t a boy…â€ The â€˜duhâ€™ was implied, but she heard it and smacked me on the chest.
â€œBuddy, I know what you are and what you are not.. and what you are is all the best things about a boy without all the worst things.â€
My ever helpful mind began to point out quite urgently something that might be considered one of â€˜the best things about a boyâ€™ and that I did not in fact have, â€œWell, there might be something about boys that you like that I donâ€™t have.â€ Â I was mindful of the rumors that had circulated about her since middle school, thinking that it would be odd if the one â€˜boy thingâ€™ I lacked would have slipped her mind.
I was also worried sheâ€™d be offended at what I was implying, but instead she grinned.
â€œOh, Buddyâ€ She purred this in a soft husky whisper, while sliding her hands around my waist and down to my ass. Â â€œYou arenâ€™t lackin anything, baby.â€
If Iâ€™d thought the kisses weâ€™d already shared were hot and passionate, the one she launched right then was on another level. Â Her hands squeezed my ass and she ground her pelvis into me. Â I reached around to her ass and pulled her in even closer. Â She rubbed against me and it was like fire was suddenly running through my veins. Â I moaned against her mouth, breathing hard and thrusting against her.
â€œOhgod, Des, ohgodâ€ was all I could manage. Â All the times Iâ€™d rubbed one out on my own were nothing compared to how good this felt. Â I felt like I was made of nerve endings, everywhere she touched me was buzzing like a wire fence. Â Iâ€™d had orgasms before but the one I had with her rubbing against me was in a league of its own.
We clung together, panting, my hair wet with sweat. Â I looked at her and her eyes were wild, like the night before and I knew mine looked the same. Â Whatever this was between us, it felt good, it felt amazing. Â Iâ€™d never felt like that before.
And then I remembered we were barely concealed in the covered play area of a grade school.
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