All seemed to be out in the open. After the events following the party, I no longer sensed the need to separate reality from my relationship with Chad. Though still 16-year old boys and thus emotional infants, Chad and I began to interact with a levity and freedom that I hadn't experienced before. Best friends with sex, what better combination for the libidinous desires of a teenage male.
There is risk, of course, in such freedom. Risk that Chad and I tasted the Wednesday following the party.
After a tame night drinking some beers with several friends, I planned on spending the night at Chad's house. It was a typical night, and after chatting with Chad's mom we both retreated to his room to settle down and get some sleep. Our intention's, of course, were different.
We waited for a few minutes after entering his room, I fiddling with his telescope and he putting some folded clothes in his bureau. No words were exchanged, and after some time I realized that Chad was standing behind me. I stopped what I was doing and turned around to meet his huge grin. He stood before me like this for a moment, then cocked his head towards his bed and said 'time to, uh, get to bed.'
I smiled back and watched Chad turn away from me, slowly pulling the t-shirt he was wearing over his head. My eyes followed just under the shirt as it came off, up from his lower back to his lean back and strong shoulders, which tensed as his arms raised. My hands, no longer under my control, reached out to touch his back. Chad froze as I ran my hand down from the back of his neck, along his spine, and too the waistband of his shorts. I brought my other hand down to the waistband, and traced a path with each hand around his waist to the front of his shorts, my hands meeting at the button. I stepped in to Chad from the back, pulling him to me. Chad arched his neck back and let out a huge sigh.
I undid the button, unzipping his fly. I made sure to let my hand slide down the growing bulge beneath as the zipper undid itself. His shorts dropped, revealing his characteristic briefs, filled to capacity.
My hands moved up to his flat, bare stomach. Tensing my arms around him, I pulled him into me, my growing erection stuffed against his lower back. As my hands explored his stomach and chest, Chad turned his head to meet mine and smiled. His eyes, however, told a more desperate tale, and as he opened his mouth slightly I dove in to meet them. Our lips just missed their intended targets, and met in an electric, off-center kiss. I chuckled a bit when this happened, but Chad simply aligned his mouth and dove back in. My hands continued to feel the product of all our work on the tennis court, his ribs present when he breathed in, gone when he exhaled, all the time covered by the thin but taught layer of muscles.
Chad took his hands and reached them back over his head, grabbing my head at the back. He worked them down past my neck to the collar of my shirt. I was completely engrossed in our kiss, to the point where I was shocked out of my dreamlike state when he moved forward to pull my shirt over my head.
I didn't hesitate a second, and went back to kissing him. My hands, ever with minds of their own, slid down his stomach to the crotch of his underwear, now tented over his hard dick. I let my hands slide over his hardness, pausing just enough to make Chad gasp a bit and buckle at the knees. I felt a sense of control for a moment, an odd notion that I had my friend where I wanted him.
I continued to rub his penis through his briefs, moving my hand down to his balls and the space in between his legs. As I did this from behind, my own hard dick moved in rhythm with my gropes, rubbing up and down, back and forth on Chad's lower back. Chad was standing there, knees buckled, head back and eyes closed, when I began to kiss the back of his neck. His head turned in reaction, and I got a good chance to kiss under his chin, then up past it to his lips. As we locked in another kiss, Chad moved his hands around to his ass, rotating them to find the bulge in my shorts. Our bodies moved together, barely holding our standing position, I was thoroughly engulfed in passion, sweetly confused, as I wanted both to stay this way forever and to grab him and throw him on the bed for more.
Chad began to fiddle with the button on my shorts, though from our position his task was nearly impossible. After a few sublime moments, Chad broke our kiss, conceding defeat with a chuckle, and turned around to face me. Concentrating on my button, he looked down and began to undo it. He was facing his window, blinds drawn, and I his door.
His door.
Later it became one of those uncanny moments, those that astonish in their coincidence. Just as I thought of the risk the door provided, my question was answered. A split second passed, suspended in my history of course, from when I heard someone approaching to the slight rotation of the door handle and the subsequent creak of the door opening. Chad's mom's eyes met with mine first, as Chad was busy undoing my shorts.
It isn't necessary to react with regret; her reaction to this provided nothing but an incredibly anxious moment. No long-term consequences, negative ones at least.
Chad's mom immediately blurted out 'I'm sorry!' and turned to exit. She stopped, however, and turned back. I could tell she was unsure of what to do, but of the three of us, she was going to provide the next step. Chad omitted a frightened 'shit!' and grabbed his shorts from the floor, blocking his erection. I just stood there. Chad hadn't achieved his goal, I was still partially dressed.
Later on I would learn that it was Chad's mom's policy that doors remain open. It is a rule I agree with and will implement given the chance, but nonetheless at the time I cursed Chad.
Chad's mom eyed her son, her expression shifting swiftly form shock to confusion, confusion to anger, anger to thought, and finally thought to consideration. She had basically gone through all of the steps my parents would soon after take to accept reality, however instead of over a year it had taken her seconds.
'Well, uh...well,' she attempted.
'Mom, please-' Chad started, interrupted.
'No, Chad, let me speak. Gosh, I mean, I just had no idea, but well, it's ok. I mean you're sixteen, I was certainly becoming sexually active when I was-'
'Mom!'
'-No, it's fine. I raised you to have an open mind. I'm sorry I walked in on you-' she looked at me for the first time since walking in '-two. You know my rule, Chad, I just, well, wasn't expecting this.'
Chad cowered, unable to find any words. We all stood there for a short moment, then I chimed in, for no reason, 'I'm so sorry, Mrs.-'
'No, please, there is nothing to be sorry about. I'll leave you be now, I'm sorry.' She left the room.
She left, closing the door, and walked down the hall to her bedroom. I immediately turned to judge Chad's reaction. He was looking out the window, his hand tapping his desk nervously.
'Chad-'
He looked at me, frightened, but held his glance. The next seconds told me much about Chad.
His face was anxious, and remained so, but upon catching my concerned glance he bent the corners of his lips up just a bit, squeaking out a slight, barely discernible smile. A comforting smile, somehow genuine. I knew then that nothing was lost.
Distracted, he gave me a look that suggested a shrug of his shoulders, and turned form me and left the room to catch his mother.
But as I said I knew nothing was lost. I certainly got to know this later that night.