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CHAPTER 7
KENNEDY
"Do you?" he asked anxiously. I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. My head was fuzzy as heck. Did I? Did I want to kiss him? Was I about to do this? What did it mean? Nothing. Kisses mean nothing unless you want them to, right? Anyways, I put my hand on his soft, tan cheek. His breath caught in his throat.
I put my lips on his and he sort of moved around confused before he kissed back. A shock flew through my body and I felt like something in me had been awakened. We kissed for what seemed like eternity, both of us drawing away but our lips were like magnets. We longed for each other. We wanted each other. No- needed each other. My head was racing. It felt amazing. It was crazy. It was dangerous but felt so safe.
His mouth tasted like cookies. They were soft and red and warm and driving me wild. His hand found my head and his fingers tousled my hair as he kissed me back. I lifted my hand to his soft tan cheek before snaking it up and through his moon-blonde hair. I didn't want to stop- I couldn't. As he went to pull away, I put a hand on the back of his head and touched my tongue to his lips.
Aspen mouth opened and allowed entry. I probed his mouth as he held my head as close to his as he could. He drew away just enough to nibble on my lip and stir up a craziness inside me. I pulled him closer. He climbed into my lap and straddled me as I ran my hands up and down his back. Our mouths mashed together in desperation and passion and hunger. Weirdly, it felt familiar. Like I'd done it a million times before this.
His fingers twisted through my hair as he started to wrestle my tongue with his. He reached up my shirt and caressed my abdominal muscles. I slid my hands up the back of his shirt and rubbed his smooth back. Our breathing was excited and ragged. I felt his hardness poking my stomach and I knew he could feel mine on his butt. He grinded in my lap as we kissed passionately.
The longer I kissed him the more familiar it became. It was like a distant memory. Right there in the back of my mind. It was like looking at a fuzzy picture and trying to change the resolution so that you can see it more clearly. It was like a dream, cloudy and confusing but beautiful and familiar all at the same time. I can't say why, I was his. I wanted to be his. I wanted him to be mine. I felt whole when my lips were on his. I felt full. And then he pulled away.
"What...what was that?" Aspen asked as he leaned back against my member, trying to catch his breath. I put my back against the back of the loveseat and dropped my hands to the cushions, suddenly nervous and scared. My breathing was ragged as I searched my head for any answer.
"I...have no idea," I almost whispered.
"Um, we should get back to cleaning maybe," he scratched the back of his head and climbed off me. Then he adjusted his package and chuckled. I felt my face get hot and I got up and grabbed my garbage bag, holding it over my obvious bulge. He headed to the kitchen and I went to the living room. The air was hot and sticky now. I felt terrible and confused and upset. I channeled my feelings into cleaning and soon we had cleaned until the house was spotless.
Finally, we were done, I followed him outside with a handful of garbage bags. As he tossed the last one into the dumpster, Aspen sighed. He turned and looked at me but stayed silent. I could see his obvious fear. His eyes looked worried and he bit his lip nervously. I wanted to kiss him again right then and there.
"Everything okay?" I asked, reaching out and touching his arm gently.
"Why did we kiss?" he asked sheepishly.
I stood there silently, thinking about it. Why did we kiss? What does it mean? Does it mean something? The idea that it meant something scared the shit out of me. I loved Aspen but only as a friend...right? I was sure that I was straight, but I know what my body did when his lips were on mine. I panicked.
"We were getting high, we got caught up in an intense moment and it just happened. Don't read into it," I smiled and turned and walked inside.
ASPEN
I don't know exactly what happened. Not even a little. Kennedy and I kissed. Furthermore, he kissed me back. He initiated it! But what did it mean? I mean, I'd heard that sometimes straight boys liked to talk about this thing called "high-sexual". Apparently, it's when you turn gay while you're high. Is that what happened there for a few moments? Regardless, I was worried what it meant for our friendship.
"We were getting high, we got caught up in an intense moment and it just happened. Don't read into it," he said coldly. He smiled the way your best friends older brother looks at you, even though you want him. Like a child. Like a hopeless, young thing that can't handle the truth.
I put my hand to my lips, feeling his on mine again. It was almost as if we had kissed before. His touch, his mouth- it felt familiar to me. Why? Why did I know his kiss? Why did I know his touch? I longed for more. I needed it. His lips seemed to wake me up from a long slumber I didn't realize I was in. My heart ached as I thought about him. How long had I felt this way? How could I be so stupid to fall for a straight guy?
"I'm gonna head home," I said as I followed him back into the house to get my keys.
"You sure? You can sleep in one of the guest rooms," Kennedy offered. He seemed distant and detached. I felt uncomfortable now. I shook my head.
"That's okay, I really need to be home in the morning so I'll just leave. I think it's better that way. I passed him carefully and grabbed my keys and jacket.
"I'll see you," I said and went out to my car. I turned the engine over and pulled away from Kennedy's house. My mind racing a million miles a minute. I felt fluttery and happy but also confused and sad. I couldn't comprehend how I felt. It was like he wanted it. I felt him wanting it. I literally felt his hardness on my back. He started it, didn't he? Or did I start it? I couldn't remember.
I pulled into my driveway, narrowly missing Gypsum (a rather large black cat that hung around our garden and chased off rodents). I got out and he had his back arched, he was angry with me. I chuckled and knelt to get closer to him. He hissed as I reached out to pet him and I decided to give him some space. My mind felt cloudy and suddenly I remembered I was still a little high.
I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I got up to the front door. It was three a.m. I was unlocking the door when the knob turned and it opened on its own. Cypress stood in the doorway with a furrowed brow. His moon-blonde hair was a tangled mess. He had dark eyeliner on that was smudged. It looked as though he'd been asleep or more likely, passed out.
"Do you have any idea what time it is young man?" he asked. I could tell right away that he was wasted. His eyes were glossed over and then he burst out laughing. Due to my remaining high, I started laughing too. We were both doubled over, clutching at our sides, for what seemed like hours. When we finally settled down we stared at each other. Quietly he looked me up and down and could see that my outfit was a little disheveled. I noticed a bright red stain on his shirt. Must have been Jungle Juice.
"I made out with Stewart," Cypress said with a dreamy look on his face.
"Stewart Wilson?" I asked incredulously, "Did you like it?" I asked as we both moved to the front step and sat down, looking out at the moon and stars.
"I did. A lot," he nodded, "Am I gay?"
"You could be bi, you still like girls, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, girls are lots of fun," Cypress blurted.
"Well then maybe you like both. What did Stewart think of it all?" I rubbed my hands together to warm them up a little.
"Well it was a wild time at this party we went to-"
"What exactly is this costume you're wearing?" I asked. He had on leather pants and a flowy black top that was half untucked.
"I was Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time," he said, rubbing his fist on his eye, smudging the eyeliner more.
"You look like you just got done on a fetish porn shoot," I started howling with laughter.
"Are you drunk?"
"You know I don't drink!" I giggled, trying to collect myself.
"Are you high?" he was narrowing his already half closed eyes as his head bobbed around to focus.
"Didn't you have a story you were telling?" I tried diffusing the situation.
"Oh yeah! So, Stewart and Hayden Hicks and I went to this college party a few towns away and got super wasted. We ended up playing this ring of fire game and one of the real hot girls dared us to make out for a solid minute. With tongue. At first we weren't sure but then we decided to hell with it. Anyways, we did it and it was wild and hot.
"A little while later, we were leaving the party, Hayden decided to crash on his brother's futon in the dorms and Stewart and I took a cab back here. We were sitting in the back seat and he put his head on my shoulder and I don't know what came over me. Next thing I know, he and I are making out again in the backseat of the cab!" he chuckled, "It was insane."
"Sounds insane!" I said with a laugh. Then we sat in growing silence for a bit. I glanced at the time on my dying phone. Three forty-five a.m.
"How was the party at Valentine's?" he asked.
"It was a time and a half, I wish you'd have come. But then you may not have gotten your spontaneous make out with Stewart."
"Yeah, I just really hate Valentine. So," he said stone faced.
"Okay," I stood up and went inside.
"Did I say something?" Cypress asked as he followed me.
"I just hate that you hate him," I sighed.
"I hate what he did to Leon," Cy said with a grunt.
"What is it that you think he did to Leon?" I was starting to get riled up and the high was intensifying it.
"He dropped him off the face of the Earth. Then he outed Leon. That's probably the shadiest thing you can do to a person," he crossed his arms and leaned against the bannister.
"You're wrong. You only know one part of the story," I turned angrily and stomped up the stairs. To think, I was about to tell him about my night and ask for advice. When I got to my room, I slammed the door and sat down on my bed. It was so late and I was so exhausted. I laid back on the mattress and closed my eyes.
KENNEDY
I sat on the love seat for what seemed like hours after Aspen left, trying to understand what had happened. I kissed him. I grabbed his head, I leaned in, I kissed him. What did it mean? I was high, that's probably all it was. I was high, we were in a moment. An intense moment. A familiar moment. For some reason, I felt like we'd kissed before.
I got up and I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. And then I dreamt.
I had a bizarre feeling as I walked down the long blue hall way. A narrow green door stood ahead of me. When I opened it, it was as though I'd stepped back into the forties. A couch that matched the color of the door sat in front of a huge bay window. Two black and white striped chairs sat on either side. Butter yellow curtains hung from floor to ceiling on the four windows in the house. A black and white photo sat on the mantle where a huge mirror revealed that I no longer looked like me.
The man that stared back from the mirror was in his late twenties. He had blonde hair combed and gelled back. He had on a dark grey suit and a briefcase. I moved closer to the photo. It was the man from the mirror and a woman standing next to him. She had dark skin and her hair pulled up under a pill box hat. A little mesh veil fell over her eyes and she had on a tea length, white dress. She was beautiful.
"You're home!" a voice sang behind me. I turned to see the woman from the photo. She had on a pale blue waitress gown with an apron, "I didn't hear you come in!"
"How was work?" I asked without thinking. She skipped across the room and hugged me tight before kissing me. A familiar kiss. Aspen's kiss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey Kitties! Sorry for the long hiatus. I was in a really dark place and I did a thoughtless thing and ended up in the hospital for a bit. I'm feeling much better now and I'm hoping to finish this story! I know many of you have e-mailed me and I apologize for not responding. Where I was, they didn't let me have technology to the outside world except to call my mom. Please forgive my absence and I hope you enjoy what's coming next! Kisses! =^.^= Kit