A Taste of America in London
Chapter 13
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The misadventures of the morning, not having been forgotten, more just out of our minds, had enabled us to actually do quite a bit of work on our homework. We even had time to go out for a run, which for me is something I really enjoy, although I don't get to do all that often. When I do run, I prefer to go on my own from choice, but that's largely because Sim is a complete fucktard to go running with. I think it's down to his competitive nature that there's no such thing as a gentle jog around the park, instead it turns into a hell for leather who can run the furtherest or the fastest. Nine times out of ten he wins - today was no different. Sim was like a child on speed, there was no off button - but hey, that's why I love him.
Showered and redressed, I got a text message from Cody to say that he was leaving and on his way to come and get us, so I shouted at Sim to hurry up in the bathroom. I'd already showered and dressed although wanted to brush my teeth before heading out.
Because Cody and I were going out on our second date straight after bowling, I didn't want to go too casual, but also didn't want to alert the other guys we were going out with first, that there was something going on afterwards. Therefore I had decided to wear a pair of smart khaki shorts, black trainers (no socks) and a dark green polo shirt. I think I looked pretty smart, although when Sim walked out of the bathroom wearing expensive jeans (I know they were expensive, because they were mine), and a black shirt (also mine). Sim looked me over,
"Going casual are you Sausage? I'm surprised you're not wearing your best Sunday frock to impress 'Eye Candy'!" Sim said as he started gelling his hair in my mirror.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I asked, suddenly fearing that maybe I had gone a bit too relaxed.
Sim was laughing now,
"Oh nothing, you big queen. I'm just teasing. Although I thought gays were supposed to have good taste in clothes..."
"Oh fuck! Maybe I should get changed."
"Jesus. I was joking. You look suitably Sunday schoolish."
Yep, it was definitely time to ignore him - he was set to tease me for the rest of the day; nothing was going to stop him, so I just had to get over it.
"Well anyway, Cody's just left so I'm gonna brush my teeth and then we should go."
"Cool. I'll text Emily and tell her we're on our way. I'm gonna go and convince your mum to knock me up a sandwich - want one?"
He'd finished styling his hair although it still looked like he had just got out of the shower. He definitely smelled amazing, but then he was wearing my favourite aftershave; which subsequently meant he was wearing my aftershave.
"Really? We're about to go out, and we'll probably eat whilst we're there..."
He shrugged and started to leave the room,
"I won't get you one then, you miserable little girl."
Five minutes later Cody was parked outside the house and beeping the horn. I dragged Sim from the kitchen, still eating his sandwich. Shouting goodbye to my folks we went outside and luckily this time I jumped into the front of the car, before Sim had time to call shotgun.
Cody looked fucking hot. He was wearing a pair of jeans and one of those American school jackets, a letterman I think they're called. I felt like I was about to go out with an American high school quarterback - whatever one of them is. He was grinning at me with his full megawatt smile. I swear, when he pulled that smile, you could almost see the comedy glint of light shine off the whiteness of his teeth. I noticed he'd also been sheared.
"Hey Guys!" Cody said as he started to pull away.
"Are we alright to pick Emily up on the way? The others are going to meet us there." Sim said
"Sure, no problem, but you'll have to direct me."
"Hey, you got your hair cut..." I said as I faced Cody.
He ran a hand through his head which was now pretty light on top, he must have had a two, or more likely a three buzzcut all over. It wouldn't suit a lot of people, but it made him look pretty tasty.
"Yeah. What do you think?"
I smiled and nodded,
"I think it looks hot."
He winked at me,
"Hot..."
Oh god, how embarrassing,
"I mean it looks good."
Suddenly Sim's head appeared between our shoulders as he leant forward from the back seat. He stroked his hand over Cody's head.
"I think you look like a big gay soldier." Sim said with a sarcastic grin.
Cody turned to me and laughed,
"He calls me gay and yet he's the one lovingly stroking my head."
Sim flirted back,
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. Feels good. Here feel it Sausage..."
I shrugged and raised an eyebrow. Sim leaned over grabbed my hand and put it on Cody's head. Both Sim and I were now sitting beside and behind Cody as he drove effectively rubbing his head like a genie was going to pop out of his ear.
"I'd stop that guys, or I think my head may start to swell."
Sim laughed at that and replied,
"To make it swell you need Craig to do this",
He then grabbed my arm and pushed it into Cody's groin. Shocked I pulled my arm back apologizing, but Cody was just laughing.
"I guess you ladies will want to be saving that for later, when it's just the two of you."
"Just the two of us???? I was hoping you were gonna join us Sim..." Cody said.
Sim just laughed and then sat back against the chair in the back seat,
"I don't think even the two of you could cope with just how much of a man I am. Hey, you need to turn left at the next set of lights and it's about 50 yards on the left." Sim continued shouting out direction to Cody as I started playing with the radio and turned to Capital FM.
Emily having been alerted to us pulling up outside was waiting at the end of her road. As she got into the car she said,
"Hey guys. I'm trying to avoid my dad seeing Sim, so turn around here."
"I sometimes wish I didn't have to see so much of him." I said which caused a laugh from Cody and Emily, but a sarcastic grin from Sim.
"Oh purlease, as soon as my clothes come off you can't stop looking."
He obviously realized what he had said, out loud, in front of Emily and quickly changed the subject talking to her and before we knew it they were making out on the back seat, engrossed in each other. Yuck. I distracted myself by directing Cody to the bowling alley.
Bowling was quite good fun. Sim and Emily spent most of the time looking like they were eating each other. At one point I was going to pull their faces apart to make sure that they could both breathe, but then I realized this was the longest time Sim had been quiet since I had known him, so left him to his endeavours. The other boys from school were getting on great with the girls from the bus. The girls had capitulated to the guys' attention since they could see pretty clearly that Sim was unlikely to be paying them any attention tonight. They seemed to like Cody too and at one point I was a little worried that they were going to monopolise him completely, but the boys managed to drag them off. Even the guys were getting on great with Cody, although Sean kept trying to impersonate his accent.
Cody and I were giving each other the odd smile and glance every now and then - the air of acceptance that we were both not going to make any overt move with so many people around. At one point he offered to go and get everyone some drinks and snacks and I volunteered to go with him.
"So are you having fun meeting everyone?" I asked.
"Yeah they all seem really good fun."
"Sorry about Sean. I think he's jealous that you're getting the girls' attention."
"Haha. He's quite a character. Anyway... what have you got planned for us for after bowling?"
"That's a surprise, although don't go ruining your appetite."
"Cool." Then turning to me and looking me straight in the eye, he said
"By the way. You look really cute today."
I turned bright red, I could feel it.
"Thanks. You too..."
He laughed,
"Yeah, you said in the car, I look hot!"
I smirked back. I must come across so cheesy.
"I guess I should apologise for Sim putting my hand in your lap."
Without even looking at me, as he was looking at the menu,
"Oh you never have to apologise for that."
Oh my god. The things he said. He got me so hot and bothered. It felt like someone had just upped the heating in the bowling alley by 100 degrees.
The rest of the time at the bowling alley went quite quickly. Cody was pretty good at it, and despite Sim's competitive nature making him try to beat him, Cody won the game by a long way. We all played some of the games in the arcade for a little while before Sim and Emily walked up to us and hinted that they were leaving. The bus girls and guys tried talk them into heading to the cinema with them, but Sim confessed that his mum was out so Emily and he were going to go back to his house to 'chill out' for a bit.
Yeah right... Chill out - more like heat up.
The others tried to convince Cody and me that we should join them at the cinema, but I said that I had to get home, and Cody used the excuse that he had to babysit his brother. With that, we made our excuses. I think the guys were pleased we were leaving as it meant there was one girl to each guy, and I knew they all thought they were going to get lucky tonight.
As I climbed into the passenger seat of the car, I started to relax on one front since I could drop any pretenses having left the others behind, however anxiety was building up again as I remembered that the night was far from over.
"So what have you got planned for me then Sausage?" Cody asked.
I gave him my most serious look,
"You can't call me Sausage. Only Sim can do that. You need to come up with your own nickname for me 'Eye Candy'!"
He grinned and started the car.
"I'm working on it. So where should I be heading?"
"I'm taking you for another British classic. You need to head towards the village high street and park up there. Do you know the way?"
"Yeah, I got it. So you gonna tell me what we're doing?"
He pulled out of the car park and started driving towards our destination. It was only a 2 or 3 minute drive away - in the opposite direction to where the cinema was; I didn't want to get caught out by the others walking past.
"Don't worry. It's food related - I wouldn't want you to starve now, would I?"
He grinned and then patted me on the thigh with one his hand.
"You're so full of heart."
I don't think he necessarily had to pat me on the thigh, but I noticed the way he put his arm around me a few times before and from the other date that he was pretty much a touchy feely person. Even though he took his hand off my leg and put it on the wheel, I still boned up. I like this touchy feely thing.
We chatted about what we had been up to the last couple of days. Of course we had been texting each other constantly since the last date, but I just enjoyed hearing him talking about what he had been doing. He parked up in the car park and as he did, he jumped out the car and before I had a chance to get my seat belt off, he was opening my door.
"Aren't you the proper little gentleman?" I smirked as I climbed out the car. He gave me the toothy grin and bowed like a waiter.
He locked the car door, and I pointed our way to the high street. He then surprised me by putting his hand out. It surprised me because I knew that he was pretty closeted too, but here he was offering to hold my hand. I didn't even have to think about it. I took it. His hand was soft and warm - I thought he must be using moisturizer and then I remembered that being a guy, I wasn't supposed to care about that, so just took in the thrill of holding his hand as we walked through the car park. He walked beside me, close to me - our arms were literally locked together. As we approached the alley way that led to the high street, I noticed there were a couple of younger kids sitting there drinking cheap cans of cider. I didn't recognize any of them, and there were so many schools in our area that they didn't necessarily come from the same one as us. As we got closer I went to pull my hand away from him, to protect his reputation as well as mine. But Cody wouldn't let go. Instead he gripped hold harder of my hand and drew it towards him. I practically swooned. I'm not sure why I even went to separate as none of the kids had even noticed us, apart from one girl who I saw stare at our hands for a bit, before looking up and just smiling at us. I smiled back. Cody didn't even seem to notice. Nor did he even go to split our hands as we walked down the high street, even though there were people everywhere - definitely way more confident than me.
About half way down the high street as we approached our destination, Cody not knowing where we were going went to carry on, whereas, I took the opportunity to grip his hand harder and stop him. He turned around and, taking a step back, took a look at the shop front we were standing outside of.
"What the fuck is Wimpy?" he asked, turning to me with a questioning look on his face.
I turned and grinned at him.
"It's like a British version of McDonalds, except completely different and it's questionable as to whether it's as good or not."
Looking back through the window, he asked incredulously,
"Are they eating burgers and fries off plates?"
I started laughing,
"Yep! I wanted you to experience the best of British."
"I thought I already was" he said as he tightened his hand.
"Plus I've never seen you eat off a plate and wanted to see just how domesticated you Yanks are?"
Dropping his hand I pushed opened the door and we walked in. The smell of grease and ice cream was almost overwhelming. I could almost feel my arteries clogging just stepping into the place - ahhhhh, Heaven!
"So what's the deal? Do we have to wait to be seated or do we just order and take a table?"
I laughed,
"Just follow my lead."
I led him to a table and we sat opposite each other, before we even had a chance to open the sticky laminated menus a waitress wearing a red and white pinstriped blouse, black skirt and sun visor (really?? Indoors?!) came over and asked if we knew what we wanted.
"It's my turn to order for you" I said to Cody. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
Turning to the waitress I ordered,
"Can we get two large thick vanilla milk shakes, one bacon and chees half pounder and one bacon and cheese quarter pounder, both with chips, please?"
She wrote our order down and without any acknowledgement whatsoever she wandered off.
"Was she actually smoking as she served us?" Cody asked, looking mildly surprised.
I couldn't stop giggling,
"Yeah, it's a full service restaurant."
He laughed with me.
"Well you've got to try everything once I guess. Why have we got different burgers?"
I smirked at him and replied,
"I ordered the quarter pounder for me as I couldn't manage a half pounder, whereas I know that you eat like you've got worms."
"You do know that I only eat like this at the weekend? During the week I eat healthily, but Saturday and Sunday are my days off from eating properly."
"Really? I'm impressed. I wouldn't have the will power for that."
He raised his eyebrow at me,
"I've definitely got a lot of will power. You're lucky there's a table between us to stop me stealing another kiss from you like our last date."
I blushed big time,
"I don't think you stole it. I'm pretty sure that I gave it to you."
"Hmmmm. The second one maybe. The first I definitely had to steal."
He was grinning at me, he looked so fucking hot, and the fact that he was still really into me had me hard again.
"Anyway, why did you tell me you wanted me to wear as little as possible?"
It was my turn to laugh out loud,
"I was flirting."
"Yeah I guessed, but I took your advice anyway."
I looked at him quizzically,
"How? What do you mean?"
"Well have you noticed that I've had my letterman zipped up the entire afternoon?"
I hadn't but nodded in the affirmative. He then reached up and unzipped the zipper to about halfway down his chest. He wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Holy fuck! His chest looked amazing. Smooth, still lightly tanned and not an ounce of fat anywhere. My eyes widened and as he slowly zipped back up my eyes followed his hand. He was sitting there grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"And if I took down the other zipper you'd see I'm not wearing anything under there either."
I must come across as a complete doofus as I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. I raised one eye brow questioningly,
"What other zipper?"
He laughed, but managed to stifle it, and looking around to make sure no one was listening in, he leant forward across the table,
"The zipper on my jeans."
How I didn't blow a load there and then in my pants is unknown to me, but I was incredibly disappointed that he hadn't pulled the same stunt as he had with his jacket and taken the zipper down to show me. I was blushing like crazy as it was. If he had done that, I think my head would have exploded with the amount of blood in it, and I don't hesitate to believe that wouldn't have been my only head to explode.
"Wow. I'm speechless..."
He laughed,
"I didn't expect you to say anything. I just thought I would show you that I'm happy to do whatever you tell me to." He replied.
I was amazed at him,
"You're so confident. You make me feel like a giddy kid."
He was about to reach across the table and take my hand, however the waitress came back and delivered our milkshakes.
After she walked away, Cody looked a bit concerned.
"Don't worry" I said, "the milkshakes are pretty good."
He was stirring his drink and as he did he said,
"It's not the drink I'm worried about. "
"Well what's wrong then? You haven't tasted the food yet."
He gave me a gentle smile,
"Dude. You have to understand, I'm not usually this confident around people I like how I like you. I love the way you laugh and I just want to make sure I keep your interest."
I smiled at him,
"I'm flattered, really I am. But you don't have to do anything to keep my interest. You've got it completely. I'm just not as used to being with someone as I think you are."
He looked horrified,
"Craig, I'm not used to this at all. I don't want you to think that I'm pushing you into anything. If I'm going to fast, you just have to say. I know I go to far with things occasionally."
I had to interrupt,
"No, no, no. I like the way things are going. I don't know how far you've gone before, but this is all new to me."
"Honestly, I'm not all that experienced, Craig. Being as upfront with you as I am, is pretty new to me too. If I'm being too forward or putting you off, please tell me."
"If I ever feel that, I promise I'll tell you. Now will you please drink your fucking milkshake before it curdles?"
He laughed and took a sip of his shake. As he pulled the glass away he had a milk moustache. He grinned at me
"MMMMMMMmmmmmmmm tastes lovely."
I had to laugh and indicated that he should wipe his lip. He refused.
The waitress came back shortly after with two plates full of food. The one that was noticeably bigger than the other seemed to impress even Cody.
"Hey they gave us fries instead of chips" Cody said, holding up a chip.
"You forget you're not in Kansas anymore Toto." I replied.
"So I'm a little scruffy dog and you are, apparently, a young Judy Garland?"
"You wish I'd stroke you like I would a dog."
He nearly choked on his chip at that. I let him take a bite of his burger and a couple more chips before asking him what he thought.
With a mouthful of food, he replied, "This is pretty good. I like it. I'm not altogether sure what the knife and fork are for though."
"Well in the UK we tend to use cutlery to eat" I said sarcastically as I tried to cut my burger, unsuccessfully, which caused him to laugh.
As we ate, I took the opportunity to ask him about his conversation with Sim the day before.
"So Sim told me about your little chat in the car yesterday. Feeling better after having spoken to him about it?"
"Actually I do. I hope you don't mind that I did, but I wanted him to know that it was really important to me that he be able to keep our secret. "
"I promise you he will. He wouldn't land us in it with anyone. I trust him with my life."
"I know. And after having spoken to him I feel a lot more comfortable with him knowing. I just needed to get it out of my system."
"He told me that he also had words with you about me."
He laughed,
"Yeah they were very choice words too. Mentioned bollocks and cigarette lighters and how mine would meet an unfortunate union were I to upset you."
I laughed nervously,
"Yeah. He's pretty protective of me. Sorry for that, don't worry about him"
"I think it's really sweet. He's very, very protective of you - I like that. I assured him I had no interest in upsetting you."
"Well everything's okay then. I'm very protective of him too." I said with a chortle.
"Well I have one question."
I looked at him with my questioning eyes,
"Oh?"
He had a really serious look on his face,
"Sim told me that he was the first person you ever kissed!!!"
How fucking embarrassing.
"Oh god, he didn't?"
Cody was smiling,
"He sure did. What's the story?"
As we carried one eating our dinner, I related to him the story of how I had worked out I was gay and the story about how I had tried to kiss Sim on the trampoline one day. Cody thought the story was hilarious,
"So I don't have to worry about the two of you running off behind my back then?"
Guessing now probably wasn't the best time to tell him about Sim and my mutual wanking sessions,
"God no. I think it was just because I felt so close to Sim and as you've seen, he's very into girls."
"Tell me about it, I thought I was gonna have to get a chisel to separate them when we were on our way to the bowling alley earlier."
We both laughed as I recounted stories to him of me and Sim growing up and the adventures we had got up to. He seemed absolutely fascinated by everything I had to say.
"I must be boring you with all these stories" I said,
He shook his head,
"Not at all. I wanna hear everything about you. I think it's great that you have a Sim in your life."
"Did you have your own version of Sim back in the States?" I asked.
"I had two Sim's back home. Layla and Zach. They were twins who lived next door to us since I was about 3. The three of us are inseparable"
"Well until you came to the UK anyway."
He looked a bit sad,
"Yeah that was quite difficult, but I still speak to them all the time and they will be coming to stay during the holidays. I can't wait for you to meet them."
"Cool. I can't wait to meet them. Do you think I'll get on with them okay?"
"Oh you'll definitely get on with Layla - she's amazing. Might take a bit more time to gel with Zach. Don't get me wrong, he's probably the most amazing guy I've ever met, he's loyal to the core, but it takes him a while to get used to people."
Hmmmm.
"You'll have to tell me what I can do to get on his right side."
He smiled reassuringly at me,
"You'll be fine with him. Just be yourself and he'll see what I see in you."
"Oh! Is he gay too?"
"God no. Zach's probably the most loyal guy I've met - a lot like how you trust Sim. Zach's very religious though. He's not a virgin or anything like that, but he's pretty into his faith and things."
"Does he have issues with you being gay then?"
"I think it concerns him sometimes, but he doesn't have a problem with it. He's always asking me my opinions on things - it's like he thinks us gays think differently."
We both laughed.
Finally we finished our plates of food. He even finished before me, despite the fact that he had had way more than me.
"So what did you think?" I asked.
Stroking his belly, he replied,
"I'm mildly impressed. Does that make me a wimp now then?"
"I think it does..."
"So are we going to order dessert here?"
"Nah. I have another surprise for that. We're going elsewhere."
He looked impressed,
"Wow. You have got this all planned out haven't you?"
"I've had two days to plan this." I said sarcastically.
We went up to the counter. I paid the bill and Cody was a bit surprised when I didn't leave a tip. Never try explaining to an American why there are some places in the UK that you just don't tip.
When we left the shop and started walking back to the car, I took Cody's hand, and this time didn't blush when I did. The conversation had made me a lot more confident. As we walked down the alley, I noticed the kids still at the other end. Cody must have detected my nervousness about them saying something as he pulled my hand, with his into his pocket. Again the kids completely ignored us, apart from the girl who had noticed earlier, who made a point of smiling at us both and raising her cider can to us.
Back in the car and buckled up,
"Where am I heading now then?"
"We need to make a quick stop off at the BP garage on the way to the 'pirate ship'?"
"Ooooookay."
He looked bemused, but away we went. When we stopped at the BP, I jumped out, purchased what I needed to and jumped back into the car with my bag of goodies. We carried on to the Cutty Sark.
When we got there we got out of the car and I started leading Cody down to the water front. I had his hand in one of my hands and in the other I was carrying my shopping bag.
"So are you going to tell me what you got from the gas station?"
"You'll find out shortly. Patience please..."
We walked down to the water a bit away from the Cutty Sark and found a deserted bit of grass against the front. We plonked ourselves down next to each other and it was time to get out the goodies from my bag. I don't know how he managed not to be more curious but when he saw me pull out a tub of Haagen Daaz cookie and cream ice cream and a metal spoon he point blank burst into laughter.
We sat there for about an hour, chatting about everything and taking it in turns to take the spoon and dig into the ice cream. It was really relaxed and we were enjoying our time. It certainly didn't take long to polish off the ice cream, although I had actually given up about half way through. Cody and his bottomless stomach had finished it off. It was the first time I've ever shared a spoon with someone. It kept giving me a little thrill.
Feeling a little brazen, I asked
"So how do I know you're not really wearing anything under your jacket?"
He looked at me, with a grin. He reached up and undid the zip on his jacket and when it was completely open leant back with his elbows on the grass. I was holding my breath. His jacket had fallen either side of his rib cage and I was looking at his bare chest. It was flawless. His entire chest was hairless apart from the dark brown, almost black treasure trail to his belly button. His belly button was an outey. Different to my inney, but I think it looked sexy on him - well as sexy as a belly button can be. He had a bit of 6/8 pack going on, and a muscly chest. His nipples were small and pert, and I kind of wanted to bite them.
I must have been looking for about a minute in silence before I suddenly remembered that he had a face. I looked up and he had a big smile plastered on him.
"Like what you see?"
"Ermmmmmm. No.... I mean yeah. You have a really impressive body."
He laid back on the grass and cradled his stomach,
"Even with a belly full of food?"
I laughed,
"I seriously don't know where you put it. It barely looks like you've eaten."
He prompted me to lie down next to him on the grass - I did. He told me about how he liked lying in the dark looking at the sky. He started pointing out constellations, but I couldn't make out anything. They all looked a bit samey to me and I said as much.
"That's hilarious. I'll lend you some books, it's really interesting stuff." He said.
"Something to look forward to, I suppose."
He guffawed at my sarcasm.
"And I insist on taking you to the observatory to have a look one day."
Jokingly I replied,
"I can barely contain my excitement."
"Oi less of the sarcasm Sausage boy."
After we both stopped laughing he moved closer to me.
I could feel the length of his body lying next to mine. It was a warm evening anyway, but with our combined body heat, I was starting to feel even hotter. He raised up on arm and started pointing out stars to me. When he was assured we were looking at the same star he pointed out the connecting stars that made a constellation, I've no idea which one. But once I could see it I was actually really pleased with it and myself.
"See now you've got it." Cody said. I was smiling to myself and turned my head to show him that I was pleased with what I had seen. His face was looking straight at me and was only about 4 inches away from my own now.
Oh my god. It was going to happen.
We looked at each others faces for a few seconds before I slowly started moving closer to him. He moved closer to me. Our lips met. They were soft, warm, moist, and his breath smelt faintly of ice cream. They felt like pillows. The kiss started off as a closed lips kiss, but then I felt his lips part slightly and his tongue pressed against my lips. I'd never French kissed anyone before, but I knew from TV and books what I was supposed to do here. I parted my lips slightly and let his tongue enter my mouth. He was quite forceful, but I was enjoying it. I saw that his eyes were closed and so I closed mine too. I immediately felt a lot more relaxed. I started to push my tongue forward and very quickly thereafter we were engaged in a slow passionate tongue battle. Every breathe I took I could smell his aftershave and I could taste the ice cream from his mouth. I was getting so fucking turned on. I leaned into him so that I was lying on my side and he was flat on his back. His left arm worked underneath my shoulders as he pulled me into him. I was completely and utterly absorbed in him. I moved my left hand to the side of his face and could feel his jaw gently moving as we were lip locked. I moved my hand down his jaw to his neck and down his neck to his chest. I wasn't really sure if I should be doing that, but I did, and I could feel his heart beating through his chest.
We must have been kissing for about ten minutes when he started to pull away. What was the protocol here? I quickly whipped my tongue back in my mouth when I felt him do the same thing. As our lips separated I exhaled deeply and after a long few seconds had to remind myself to breathe in again. When I opened my eyes, his face was about 6 inches away from my own. He was looking into my eyes and smiling at me.
I looked down slightly and realized that my hand was still on his chest. I slowly moved it down to my side.
"So was that better than your first kiss with Sim?" Cody asked me.
I laughed gently,
"The kiss with Sim was nowhere near as good as that and it definitely didn't involve tongues or last that long. It was amazing!"
I couldn't wipe the grin off my face and it seemed neither could he.
"You enjoyed it then." He said.
"I certainly did. You?"
He laughed and replied,
"I most certainly did, but I wasn't asking you. I was making a point."
"Eh?"
He nodded downwards and it suddenly dawned on me - I had the biggest fucking hard on I think I have ever had in my life. How did I not notice that before? It was harder than it's ever been.
"Oh Jesus. Sorry. I guess I really did enjoy it." I looked down at him. "It looks like you enjoyed it too." He was sporting quite a tent in his jeans though I couldn't judge the size of it.
He laughed, but he didn't look down.
"I think it was partly because of your hand rubbing my chest. I wondered how much further you were going to go down."
I laughed nervously.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna push you. Not tonight anyway." He said.
I was impressed. He knew how to lighten the atmosphere when I was feeling anxious. I leant forward and kissed him again, no tongues this time.
"I guess I should be taking you home." Cody said to me.
"What time is it?"
"It's just ast midnight"
"I think we've got a bit longer" I said. I didn't want this evening to end, but if it did have to, I wanted it to last longer.
I leant back into him and putting my lips against his, I pushed my tongue back into his mouth a bit more forcefully this time. I think he enjoyed me being a bit more aggressive, as he pulled me into him. I thought I was going to lose my balance and so reached back down and put my hand on his chest. His heart was beating faster. His right arm came around and rested under my arm, on my rib cage. I loved the way he held me. I'm not sure where the courage came from, but I decided to do something a bit daring. I slowly started to move my hand down from his chest to his stomach. I could feel his treasure trail beneath my fingers and his belly button. I could feel his chest and belly rise as he breathed, and I could feel his heart beating even faster. I decided to carry on moving my hand downwards. I felt the top of his jeans and I could start to feel the swelling beneath his jeans. I placed my hand over the top of it. I couldn't judge how big it was, but shit did it feel hard. I'd never been this close to another guy, and I'd certainly never handled another guy's cock. I felt like Superman. As my hand started to gently rub him through his jeans, Cody breathed in really deeply. I guess he wasn't expecting little old me to go that far.
He moved his hand up from my rib cage and pulled me even closer to him, almost as if I was lying on top of him. He put his hand around my head and pulled my mouth tightly onto his. I carried on, really gently and slowly rubbing his cock through his jeans. His breathing became a lot more labored and if I'm honest I was a bit surprised when he pulled away from me.
"I think we need to stop here, otherwise I'm gonna make a real mess of these jeans."
I smirked.
"That was my plan."
I moved my hand back up to his chest.
"Where has this Craig come from?" he asked.
"I think you've unleashed him."
He laughed at that.
"Oh God. What have I done?"
"I want to carry on."
"I do too Babe. But I think we should save that for another night. It's getting late."
"Really?" I said, pulling a grumpy face.
He laughed at me, leaned forward and kissed me quickly on the lips.
"Yes. Now compose yourself. I need to get you home."
I reluctantly pulled myself to a sitting up position and so did he. He zipped up his jacket, and I was really disappointed that he'd put my eye candy away. He bounced up off the floor and put his hand down to take mine, pulling me up, and giving me another kiss when I did. I was very aware that now our boners were effectively rubbing against each other as we made out and it sent a shiver down my spine, a good shiver.
He pulled away from me, giggling,
"I know what you're trying to do. Now stop it."
I laughed. He reached down and picked up the empty ice cream pot, bag and spoon. He put the spoon in his pocket and took my hand as we started the short walk back to the car. I felt amazing. I don't think I have ever wanted to be with someone as much as I did with Cody right now.
We took the walk back to the car slowly, stopping every hundred metres or so for another kiss. Sometimes just a peck, sometimes a full necking session. We eventually got back to the car and we both got in. Cody started the car and I felt sad that it only took about 3 minutes until we were pulling up outside of my house.
He pulled up, but kept the car running.
"So do I get to see you again tomorrow?" Cody asked me.
I acted surprised,
"So soon??? You are keen."
We both laughed.
"I said I'd watch Bobby at football training, but maybe we could go somewhere for lunch and the afternoon."
"Hmmm. Let me think..."
"Well if you have somewhere better to be...."
"No way. I'll be there. I'll come meet you at the pitches towards the end of training."
He smiled at me and leaned over to give me another quick peck. It had been an amazing evening and that ended it in a perfect way. I didn't want to tear myself away, but I was actually feeling really tired.
I opened the door, got out of the car and started walking down my front garden path. Just before I got to the door, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I fished it out and looked at the screen. I saw that it was Cody. I looked up and saw him still at the end of the drive and he waved at me with his phone in his hand. I opened the text message,
"I know it's cheesy to ask this, but with all this dating you're making me do, can I call you my boyfriend yet?"
I burst out laughing. No one could ever have a smile as big as mine was reading that. I replied,
"Very cheesy; but I think you can. C x"
I watched him receive the text read it and I got the full megawatt smile as a receipt. He texted me back saying goodnight and I replied in kind. As I opened the front door I heard him gently pull away. I closed the door and could hear the TV coming from the living room. I made my way to it, and sitting curled up on the sofa was Carlotta.
"What you watching?" I asked
"Usual shit". She picked up the TV remote and turned the TV off. She then patted the other end of the sofa. "Come on then. Tell me how it's going with lover boy."
"Were you watching us through the window again?"
Unashamedly she smiled,
"Yep. Now I wanna hear how things are going for you, my big fairy brother."
You know what? I sat down and told her everything.