This is a dual written story by 2 authors. We have each taken a character and run with them. Personality and stats are also individually created. Everything else that occurs is jointly decided and thought out. We hope that you have as much fun reading this ongoing story as we did writing it. You can contact Fred at emeraldj@twcny.rr.com or ICQ# 7554513 or AIM s/n emeraldjay. You can reach Lael at vanyelashkev@pacball.net, ICQ# 11938988 or AIM s/n VanyelAshkev. If at all interested, we have other stories written separately. Fred has "Dreaming of Jaye", in the High School category. Lael has "Near Collision", in the Sci-fi/Fantasy section.
"Picture Perfect"
By Fred Cole and Lael Stalnaker
Chapter 2: The Morning After
The alarm clock dutifully awakened me. It was now ten in the morning. I head for the bathroom for my usual routine; piss, shower, brush my teeth, toss my hair in place. The only person I feel out to impress today is obviously already impressed, and he will certainly be surprised this morning. Throughout my shower thoughts of uncertainty kept invading my head. The idea of chickening out of last night's scheme was becoming appealing. I have never been with anybody before, not even so much as had a relationship with anyone, guy or girl, but knew deep down I had no inkling toward being with a girl.
Now I was dressed in my usual bumming around clothes, not exactly ready for what may lie ahead. I crept down the stairs, cringing at each creak they made. A plan was forming as to how to escape questions of my coming down. I could always say that I wanted to know where the coffee was, or some such. Silently, I padded from the base of the stairs over to the doorway of his room. Kyle's image was almost clear through the beads. A jolt of apprehension surged through me as I parted the beads. Not knowing for sure if I should really be attempting what I had originally planned.
I gaze at him through the beads. He is lying spread-eagle flat on his back on top of the covers. The faint beginning of a summer tan line outlines his groin. His legs hang off one side of the bed and his head is flung back off the other side, leaving his wavy blond hair to hang free. Kyle's body was firm, not a trace of untoned muscle. His frame was smaller than mine but not by much. His upper body appeared rock solid, as if carved from granite. His legs were nearly just as well defined. Though his body wasn't hulking with muscle, everything was clearly defined, as if more emphasis was placed on toning the fine control muscles than building bulk mass. He was the embodiment of perfection.
Water surrounds me, holding my weight. I float on my back, watching the black sky full of twinkling white lights. Such peace. The water is still and warm. I swim to the side of the pool and climb out. Water slides from my cooled skin, puddling on the concrete. I run my hands over my chest, trying to get the water to run off. I jump as my hands spark off chills from my nipples. I then realize I don't have anything on. I can feel the cool air on every part of me. I know I am blushing, but who cares. No one is around.
There's a skip, like a blink, and I am in my room, drying off. It feels so odd, like I am inside myself but also watching from outside. Everything is doubled, but still only one body. A trick of the mind. I am soon dry and still very naked. I can feel myself getting hard as I towel off my crotch last. I wish Greg were here.
I go out to the weight room and start to do leg-presses on the machine. Trying to take my mind off the raging hard- on that thinking of Greg brought. I grit my teeth and shove hard on the plates beneath my feet. The incline is keeping the focus on my throbbing boner. I am practically staring at my dick. This isn't going to work. I need something that will take my eyes off of myself. The problem is only going to get worse, I can tell.
Moving to the inclined sit-up board, I try to close my eyes and focus on the exercise. The rubbing on my belly by that distraction is making me insane. I open my eyes and Greg is standing over me. I gasp and drop back flat on the board. I can see everything past his knees. Oh my god! He's as naked as I am. He grins down at me and leans forward. His lips take mine. His tongue finding its way into my mouth steals my breath.
He is crouching with my head between his knees. That puts a certain something practically on my nose. He has changed his position somehow and now is straddling the board at my feet. He leans forward again...
I swallowed the lump in my throat, breathed in deep to calm my racing heart, and stepped into my best friend's sanctuary. Slowly, I shuffled along the carpet toward his bed, sitting beside it to recapture my thoughts from whirling out of control. With my resolve regained, I sat up on my knees and drank in the image of this beautiful person sleeping peacefully on the bed. My fingers reached out to trace the valley between his pecs, noting that Kyle's skin was totally hairless. I worked my way to his nipples, drawing little circles around them, sending tingles of excitement through both our bodies. My hand flattened to rub his stomach feeling the gentle ridges of his abs. Then, my hand slid down to his thigh, and with outstretched fingers, glided over to his smooth balls, tracing upward to the head. His cock jumps as I pull my hand away, as if wanting to stay in physical contact.
I rise to my feet, leaning against the side of the bed. Kyle's head is now close to my knees, while his feet overhang the opposite side. Carefully, my hand wraps itself around the base of his shaft, and gives a gentle upward stroke. Imitating last night's events, I bend down to lick the head, swirling my tongue around it, then pull back. 'What am I doing?' I thought. Paranoia was setting in, worries about Kyle's acceptance of the returned favor ran amok for a few fleeting moments. Bending down again, steadying myself with one arm off to his side, I grasp his warm rod with my hand at the base and my lips encircling the head. A force within coaches me the rest of the way down, until I can go no further. An inch or so still remains uncovered by my mouth as the head now tickles the back of my throat. I then inch my way back up, circling his manhood with my tongue, this time I'm rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. It's sweetness is fulfilling to my taste buds. I quicken the pace of my up and down movements. I feel his stomach tensing and relaxing rhythmically, his cock getting harder. A warmth flood invades my mouth, with a mixture of tastes both salty and sweet. I hold it in swirling it around his cock head before letting go and swallowing his gift to me. My own hard-on is aching to break free of my sweat pants, as it pushes the waistband slightly away from my body. I glance at my friend's face one last time before I leave. "Oh, shit! You're awake!" I croaked.
Greg has taken me into his hand. The heat shears into me, his individual fingers a flaming brand against my skin. I didn't know I could get any harder, but somehow I feel so tight that the skin just has to split open, with no more room to grow. My breathing is heavy and fast. The smile on his face entrances me. I let my feet fall to either side of the incline board. It gives Greg more room to perch on.
He leans forward, now at my head again. The position shifts make my head spin. I can't see him move, just that he was over there, now he's over here. I can feel his breath on my bare chest as he moves over me, taking me into his hot mouth. Somehow the bench has gotten softer and less of an incline along my body.
Greg goes down on me and I nearly pass out. I can barely see any more. My eyes flutter and I can make him out again. He's got clothes; sweats, now and I have magically gotten on my bed. My head spins as he inhales me almost all the way in. Powerful forces surge from my lower body. It feels as if he is sucking me right out of myself. His tongue dances on the tip of me, sending shudders through my stomach muscles. The upward surge of power is so strong now that I let it go, helpless in the face of the dual onslaught of his mouth and internal pressure.
I flood his mouth. Spasm after spasm rocks my body and I know now that I am not dreaming. He smells of soap and toothpaste. Not a bad thing at all. He is totally focused on swallowing everything I have to give. Then I realize what he is doing. My eyes widen and I know my face has frozen in stunned disbelief. He looks down at my face as he leans back up from me. His own eyes are wide too as he sees me awake and watching him.
'How could I have been so crazy?' I froze, panicking. Was I going to get my face turned to goo? I couldn't tell. Kyle looks like he wants to say something, his lips move but his voice doesn't come out. I've never seen him speechless before; he always has something to say. That is making me even more scared, I can't tell if he's pissed or pleased. Kyle grabs for my hand as I try to slink away. 'Oh god, I'm in for it' but wait, it's not a look of anger that he's giving me, it seems more like concern. 'Say something dammit!' My body is surging with adrenaline.
I pull back weakly as Kyle's grip tightens around my hand. He then pulls me closer, scooting me nearer to the bed. He brings my hand to his cheek. After a few grunts, he manages to say my name in a strained voice. I think I understand now, both of us wanting this, yet afraid to tell the other. Somehow I managed to hear all that emotion go into his saying my name.
I want to climb into bed and hold him close. My mind fills with relief. Tears form in my eyes, though I try to fight them back. A crooked smile flashes across my face, as I think of something to say about last night.
I am speechless with shock. Greg wasn't asleep or as drunk as I thought last night! I stare into his deep blue eyes in wonder. It was so incredible. All of this time and we could have been doing THIS? My eyes flood with tears. Maybe things are not what they seem. Does he really like me or is it just something that happened this one time for us? How do I handle this? I will be going off to college soon. Then there's the summer training out of state. This has gotten all complicated.
Greg sees the tears and turns pale. I can imagine what he's thinking. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. My nose is starting to get runny and I reach for a tissue from the box by my bed. I blow my nose noisily and throw the damn thing into the basket by the desk. I try to say something again, to ease the worry in his eyes. But I don't know what to say. We have gone beyond the bounds of our established friendship. Never mind that I wanted it for so long, but the reality is so vastly different than the dream. The dream pales in the face of it.
He starts to move back away from me, panic clearly setting in. I grab for his hand and hold it tight. I shake my head violently. My eyes plead for him to stay, to give me time to cope. So many possibilities flicker through my mind. I have to get myself back in control. My chest heaves as I struggle for breath to speak.
Greg pulls back, but weakly, allowing me to hold his hand. I grip tighter, desperate now to say something to sooth his fright. I pull on his hand, hoping he will move closer. He hesitates and then scoots closer. I bring his hand to my cheek, keeping my eyes on his. I try to smile, to reassure that I am ok in a nonverbal way. Me, mister flippant, is at a loss for words. I try again to speak and all that comes out is a strangled croak. Greg winces. Getting angry with myself, I force my vocal cords to open up and let what needs to be said out.
"Ggg..." is all that I get the first try. "Grrr... Greg." The name is out. He waits, I think finally understanding. He waits patiently for me to say whatever I need to. I try again and manage to speak, my voice like gravel.
"Greg, it's ok. I'm not mad. I hope you aren't either," my voice trailed off. His eyes had teared up too, so I toss him the tissue box, letting go of his hand reluctantly. Then I look down at my entirely naked body and blush to the tips of my ears. I fidget now, and then grab my blanket, pulling it over my lap.
"Gee," Greg said, "What a time to be bashful." He giggled.
"So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?" I ask hesitantly.
We both sit thinking for a while, me playing with the corner of the blanket. I want so much to try more, to maybe get even closer to Greg. But how? I watch his face, hoping to see how he really feels. So far, it is just confusion, the same as mine, no doubt
"Do you want to be together? Like a couple?" I finally ask.
"I don't know, I mean, I want to. I just don't know if I'm ready yet," He replies.
"Me either." I sigh, struggling with my feelings of relief and disappointment.
"What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about dating and stuff when we're ready, if we ever are. But I wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I... I like what we did too. Would that work?" I say in a rush.
"Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don't risk destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things don't work" Then Greg drew in a breath, "Oh and Kyle, I like you, and what we did too."
Waiting so long to be with someone at all has made me unsure of anything. It would take very little to turn me upside down. I could see getting totally hooked on Greg. Wanting to be with him, wanting him in so many ways that I could loose sight of everything I had worked so hard for. That would kill me, to say nothing of my parents!
"Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be around. My 'rents won't be back till Friday and they'll call if they're gonna be early." I suggest, hopeful.
Greg gets a wide grin at the suggestion, "Sure!" he practically shouts.
I lean forward and kiss him. Our first both openly awake kiss. His lips are warm and I instantly like this. My hands leave the blanket and frame his face. His skin is soft. My tongue licks his lips and he opens his mouth automatically, letting me in. Our tongues brush over and around each other. My eyes drift shut, savoring everything, hoping he likes this. I can't even begin to describe how it feels to myself, just that I like it... a lot!
We eventually pull back from the kiss, though reluctantly. My eyes open and take in the sight of him. His eyes are still shut, a look of bemused wonder on his lips and cheeks, his eyebrows arched upward. I know the look has to match mine. That was intense. The only comparison my mind and experience can come up with is when I nailed my first perfect landing from the vault after weeks of near misses just shy of right on. The feeling is nearly the same. Perfection.
Deep blue eyes open, dazed, misty. I could see my face reflected in them. The smile on his makes me want to kiss him all over again. With the barest of hesitations, I lean the short distance forward, kissing him softly. No tongue this time, just the gentle pressure of lips on lips. My eyes stay open this time, to further explore his as we kiss. All of a sudden I giggle. It kind of tickles, sorta.
This time my hands have left his face and strayed lower. My fingers brush over his nipples through the cotton of the t-shirt he has on. It's one of those numbers you can get at concerts, Blink 182, I think. I linger a bit and then let my hands drop to his waist. A definite idea has formed. Still kissing him, I haul him up onto the bed. We fall over on our sides and I pull him close against me. Already getting hard again, I can feel his well-muscled ass through his sweats.
His breathing has gotten very fast and I can feel his raging hard-on rubbing on mine. Things are getting too hot too fast. I hug him to me tightly and put my head on his shoulder. He hugs me back and we stay locked together this way for I don't know how long. Then we finally let go and sit back up.
"Hungry?" I ask as my stomach rumbles loudly.
In a reassuring voice, Kyle says, "Greg, it's ok. I'm not mad. I hope you aren't either."
He sees the tears in my eyes and tosses the tissue box to me, causing him to let go of my hand with reluctance. He looks down at himself in his state of undress. His face turns a deep shade of crimson; he fidgets a bit, and then grabs his blanket, pulling it over his lap.
"Gee," I said, "What a time to be bashful." I giggle. My ability to point out the obvious has always been a good tension breaker
"So, what do we do now? What does all of this mean?" he asks
He pauses for a moment studying my face.
"Do you want to be together? Like a couple?" He finally asks.
"I don't know, I mean, I want to. I just don't know if I'm ready yet," I reply
"Me either." He sighs; looking relived and disappointed
"What about exploring things? I mean, we can decide about dating and stuff when we're ready, if we ever are. But I wanna try more stuff too. I like you. I... I like what we did too. Would that work?" He says in a rush.
"Yeah, that seems like our best bet, that way we don't risk destroying our friendship with a failed romance if things don't work" Then I drew in a breath, "Oh and Kyle, I like you, and what we did too."
"Wanna stay the rest of the weekend? No one but us would be around. My 'rents won't be back till Friday and they'll call if they're gonna be early." he offers.
I grin wide at Kyle's suggestion. I just about shout, "Sure!"
Kyle leans forward and kisses me. It's our first openly awake kiss. My mind spins with excitement. He cups my face with his hands; they feel so strong, yet gentle. He licks across my lips, and I instinctively open my mouth to let him in. Our tongues dance with each other, tender and passionate, causing me to see stars. I could do this all day.
He pulls back; I keep my eyes closed for a moment longer, basking in the feeling. My eyes open, gazing at Kyle again. His face is glowing with passion. I want to kiss him again. He must have heard my thoughts, because his lips close in upon mine once more. No tongue this time, just a slow light kiss on the lips. The feeling is intoxicating, the touch of his lips sending me to the highest heights of pleasure that I have known. I hear him giggle, though I can't figure out why.
By this time he has moved his hands from my face to my chest, caressing my nipples through my t-shirt. Then his hands drop to my waist, still kissing me, he pulls me up on the bed and we fall on to our sides. He pulls me close to him; we're both getting hard again. I feel an immense relief, now that I know he feels the same way about me as I have about him for the last two years. The feel of my sweats, tickles against my skin, as he playfully rubs my ass.
The feeling of our hard-ons is almost too intense. Kyle must feel it too, because he hugs me close and places his head on my shoulder.
"Hungry?" he asks. I can hear and practically feel his stomach rumbling.
"Heh! When am I not?" I respond. "Hope you know how to cook."
Kyle got a big chuckle out of that. He rolled off the bed and headed for his dresser. Clothing flew everywhere, don't know what he was looking for, but he obviously found it, because soon he was heading for his bathroom on the other side of the weight room with a wad of clothing.
I lay back on the bed, feeling euphoric from all the happenings since leaving the party last night. I wonder if he had this all planned out? It doesn't matter, I can't imagine being any happier, or higher for that matter, than I am when he is holding me.
Kyle probably thinks I can't cook. I can, I just choose not to. It was one of mom's big things. I swear she wanted me to become a housewife. She made sure I learned how to cook and sew and do laundry. Her excuse was that I should learn in case I end up alone or with someone that can't do all those things themselves. She had the right idea, I like men, and there are many out there that can't cook or sew, so I guess the knowledge will come in handy eventually.
I was laying sprawled out on the bed thinking all of this, until Kyle made his grand entrance from the shower. There he was in just a pair of shorts. Given the tiny wet spot on the front, I would say he's not wearing any underwear. I steal a glance up the leg of his shorts as he comes closer; yup, I was right, I caught a faint glimpse of pubic hair.
He motions for me to follow, so I do. I'm trotting behind him up the stairs, but I fail to notice that he suddenly stopped. Only having run nose first into the crack of his ass stops me.
"Anything you're allergic to?" He asks.
I remove myself from his crack and respond, "Nope, not that I can think of."
After we make it to the kitchen, he gives me the condensed version of the kitchen tour, pointing out where the plates, glasses and silverware are. He starts rummaging through the fridge, grabbing things like ham, bacon, sausage, cheese, sour cream, avocado, and eggs, to make a killer omelet. It's so huge that he splits just the one in half to feed us both. Breakfast was going down pretty well until he decided to pour catsup on his half.
"I'm glad that's your plate and not mine, blechh," I say, sticking my finger in my mouth and making gagging sounds. My slight hangover wasn't helping make the sight anymore appealing. He just grins and takes a huge bite, and makes all the loud chomping sounds. I scoot my stool back acting horrified. In fact I think I was more horrified that my stomach had decided to take up Kyle's sport of choice right then and there. It was doing more back flips than the Romanian Olympic team. In no time we had breakfast finished. Once we got our mess cleaned up, Kyle flashes a cute grin at me and steals a kiss.
I grab a quick shower, throw on some shorts (no undies) and head upstairs, Greg in tow. So, Greggy can't cook. Hmm, I should be careful then. Don't want to mess up. Something simple should do it. Then I stop, halfway up the stairs. Greg all most runs into the back of my butt before realizing it.
"Anything you're allergic to?" I ask, hoping for a negative.
"Nope, not that I can think of." I grin as I hear it. Cool, I can pretty much do anything.
After pulling his nose out of my crack, I get us up to the kitchen. I show him where the stuff is for silverware and plates and glasses. Then I grab stuff from the fridge. Within minutes I have a huge omelet made, stuffed with ham, bacon, sausage, cheddar, avocado, sour cream and chives. I chop the sucker in half and slip half on Greg's plate and the other half onto mine. We eat at the kitchen counter, swinging our legs from the stools. He looks a little sick as I pour catsup on my omelet.
"I'm glad that's your plate and not mine, blechh," he points his finger in his mouth and makes retching sounds.
I just grin at him and take an exaggerated bite and chew loudly. He grins back and scoots his stool away in mock horror. In no time, we have finished. Cleaning up, we soon have the day ahead. I have some ideas for an interesting day and night too! I grin at him and then steal a kiss. Things were looking brighter than they had ever been.