The school day ended very slowly that day. 4th period was over before I got back from my liaison in the bathroom and the hall, so I never had to explain to Mrs. Miller why I didn't come back.
My friend Krystal (in all her annoying glory) stopped me in the hall after school was over. "What happened to you today? You left 4th and didn't come back!"
My mind flashed back to the dick that was briefly in my mouth, and then the kiss that I had gotten a little later. "Ah, nothing much. I just wandered the halls for the rest of the period. Better than being in Mrs. M's class, right?"
I finished my conversation with the snoop as quickly as possible. I wanted nothing more than to go home and get on the phone. Walking out of the school, I self-consciously looked around for Matthew, but he was nowhere to be found.
I remembered that he drove a red Jeep of some kind, but not being a fanatic of cars, I had no idea which. I walked to my own Chevrolet Lumina and finally pulled out of the parking lot.
I felt ecstatic. There was nothing that could get me down. Nothing at all. I met the highway traffic and pulled into Chick-fil-A to get lunch. I acted cool, but I had mixed emotions as I was about to order. "I don't want to be fat tonight."
I only ordered a large sweet tea, and drove to my street. I pulled in my house and got out. My dad and sister weren't home yet, so I pulled off my shirt as I walked in the door. I got a shower then, and started checking myself out in the mirror. Everybody does this, but I just wanted to make sure nothing looked weird. I do look pretty good, I thought. I wasn't muscle bound, I won't lie, but I could hold my ground. My brown hair was starting to shag, too, and I was happy with my tan.
It was only 5:00 and I was getting hungry. But I didn't want to eat anything, because he might want to fuck me and that wouldn't be too good if I had to go then.
I drank a lot of water to flush my system and calm my stomach. Sitting trying to do my homework, my mind was not at all on anatomy. I had to get out.
I decided to drive to my friend Katie's house in Smokerise, which was about five miles away from my own house.
I went to the door. Knocking, she came to the door and her parents weren't home. I had to tell somebody.
"Oh my God! I mean with a capital G!" I ran in the door and threw my coat on the rack.
"Hey! What?? What happened?" She was obviously interested.
"Do you know Matthew Walls?"
"Yeah, isn't he a senior?" She asked.
"Yeah. Well, um, I might be getting him tonight."
"You're lying!" She really did halfway believe me, but she had no boyfriend, so spite was just around the corner for her.
"No I'm not! I sucked his dick in the bathroom of the 100 during 4th period," I boasted, "but don't worry. He didn't cum." We always watched out for each other when it came to VDs, and so far I had contracted none, despite my 7 partners throughout my sexual lifetime. Katie, on the other hand, had contracted chlamidiya as a byproduct of her 40+ partners (no, I'm not kidding.)
"Oh my God!" She believed me. "I can not even see you doing that!"
"And I'm gonna call him at nine tonight. I am so nervous!"
"Well what are y'all going to talk about?" She smirked at me, expecting a lucid answer.
"I dunno. Stuff." I decided to lie for fun.
"Whatever." Her spite was in full gear now. "You're not telling the truth, are you?"
"I swear to God, I am!" We play-fought for a long time over my news. She ended up believing me and also being happy. She was just jaded.
I left, realizing it was about 7:00. "Ok, I'll call you probably in the morning." I said.
I drove home so fast. Going 70 in a 35 isn't exactly smart, but my town was small enough that we knew all the cops. I arrived home in probably before the car engine got hot. But my own body made up for it heatwise.
Getting dressed was going to take some time. (To not keep you waiting, I finally decided on a black, long-sleeved sweater with a white undershirt and regular jeans with a crucial brown belt. Vintage 18 year old.) I splashed myself with Old Spice and Eternity so I would smell perfect, put in my blue contacts, and proportionally gelled my hair.
Looking back, I was so nervous. Though it wasn't my first time being with a guy, it was the first time that I wouldn't have known him that well, and that he might fuck me if the opportunity presented itself. Then the paranoia set in: maybe he wasn't gay and just fucking with me? Maybe it would be one of those movies on MTV where a homophobe stages a meeting and ends up killing them?
Well, I thought, if it was that, at least I got to feel his dick in my mouth, huh? In the back of my mind, I was pretty sure everything was going to be okay, and he was genuinely interested.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw the clock. 9:00. Should I call now? Maybe he was sitting by the phone? Was it too desperate? I finally started rationalizing. I picked up the phone and dialed. (Yeah, don't think I'll post his phone number on Nifty.org ;). I'll always remember this next part. It rang for the longest time. He didn't pick up. After a minute of listening, I hung up. I was so heartbroken.
But being the person that I am, I called back within 30 seconds. His voice came through the receiver, "Hello?"
I didn't know what I could possibly say. I settled on a mimicking, "hello?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
Come on, Matthew, you know who this is. Or do you?
"Um, this is Trae." Looooong silence. "Matthew?"
"Oh, yeah, hey!" Ok a little enthusiasm is a good thing. Emphasis on 'a little.'
"How are you?" What a stupid line, I thought.
"I'm great. I was just asleep. But hey, um, you wanna come over?"
I smiled into the phone. "Yeah. That would be cool." I said softly.
He gave me the boring directions to his house. {Skipping the 20 minutes to get there.}
I arrived at a white spacious house in the woods. Getting out of the car, my heart was pounding as I saw a light on in what I assumed was the kitchen. Knocks on the door. Footsteps. Hard-on.
He appeared there, shirtless, hair ruffled, and wearing Old Navy long sleeping pants. God, he looked good.
"I think I'm a little overdressed." I said, referring to my sweater and jeans.
"Nah, it's cold. Come on in." He stepped back and let me pass him. He was so nonchalant. Maybe I was confusing it for self-confidence, but whatever it was, it made him irresistible. "Want something to drink, Trae?" He reached up to open a cupboard, and I caught a peak when his pants dropped a little to reveal a perfect treasure trail.
"No, it's alright." I didn't want to push him, but I wanted to get in his bed so bad you have no idea.
"Hey, I wanna ask you something." He ushered into the living room and sat down on a couch. "What are you here for?"
I was totally caught off guard. Luckily, he gave me options. "To fuck? Or start something, you know, real?"
Deciding to act sweet, "real." (I didn't know it at the time, but I did mean it.)
He was obviously relieved. He then laughed. It was the first time I heard him laugh. His Adam's apple shook, which for some reason, was all the sexier. "Did you catch my act in there? You think I walk around with the sleep pants riding low on my hips all the time?"
"God, it looks hot on you, though." I smiled warmly, and the entire mood changed from an encounter to something deeper. (WRITER'S NOTE: Sorry if this isn't the kind of meeting you'd hoped for, but it's what really happened.)
Laughingly, "thanks." He continued, "Can I know something about you?"
"Ask away." I was happy to divulge.
"Are you a virgin?" He smirked.
I got up. "Maybe I'll have something to drink now."
I know, I know, a cliffhanger. You know, I really am enjoying writing this. I hope people are enjoying it, too. Please email me with comments or questions. And, again, please keep reading even if it is slow in the beginning. It's Called patience. (sam311311@msn.com)