I decided to test the waters with Shane, he wouldn't leave me alone and he wanted a story and characters have a habit of taking over on occasion. It just wouldn't leave me be, so I hope this slakes the imaginative thirst for awhile or until Shane comes knocking again.
Interlude -- Shane
On Fridays it was almost impossible to catch up with Ren when he was going home. He practically ran and I had to in order to catch up with him
"Hey, wait up!" I yelled to him.
"What's up?"
"I have to go home first so I might be a little late."
"That's cool; I'll catch you later then." He responded
"Yup." I said and I crossed the street and ran home. Originally I hadn't planned to do anything tonight, but Ren wanted me to come over and I couldn't say no to grilled food, all I had to do was get my parents permission first.
Things around my house were kinda weird at the moment, they had just had an interior decorator come in the other day and they were paranoid about anything that my sister and I did around the new furnishings. Things had to be daintily touched and handled. Mom drove me crazy by coming behind my back and wiping off any visible prints.
When I announced my intentions to go over to Ren's house tonight, my mom seemed almost relieved that I was going.
"That's so good honey, that means your father and I will be alone tonight. Your sister is spending the weekend with her girlfriends. When will you be back?"
"If it goes on for a long time I will probably spend the night there." I said to her. A smile came across her face. They were planning something together and I was actually glad I wasn't going to be there tonight, the thought of my parents being romantic was a scary idea. I took off as soon as humanly possible to leave them to their own devices; the sooner I was around people my own age the better.
I had been casually walking to Ren's house when I saw Chad, seemingly dragging his feet and he was holding his stomach. The look that played on his face was pure defeat; it looked as if someone had taken a knife to his favorite basketball.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I fucked up."
He then proceeded to tell me about what had happened, normally I would take everything he said with a grain of salt, but this wasn't one his normal stories and he didn't win this one at all. I just sighed at him; I couldn't believe he took it that far.
Memories of the good old days came flooding back, a time when I was more naive and innocent. I didn't tell Ren the entire story of our first meeting or what went on:
It was a couple of summers ago, I and my old friends had found a large pond where we could go after school to swim. We had been going there for almost 3 months when Chad stumbled across us skinny dipping. I had gotten naked and jumped right in; my buddies on the other hand stopped, grabbed their clothes and ran away. When I came up for air, Chad was there. My geeky buddies since of self-preservation was honed to an art form, I couldn't believe they just left me to fend for myself.
"Is that Shane naked in the pond?" He said smiling. I couldn't get out or he would see me in the buff.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He was on the verge of saying something when he just shut his mouth and stared at me. After an uncomfortable few seconds it looked as if a light went on in his head and he looked at me completely differently.
"I just wanna swim with you." He responded.
I agreed and he began to take off his clothes, he had a nice lean tone to his body and fair, unblemished skin. When he took off his underwear, which he wasn't at all shy about, I saw his member and it was about average length, but he had some big balls. This made me feel a little better about myself. I always had this weird fantasy that all jocks had bigger dicks than me. Don't ask me why, just weird thinking.
"Just look at you." Chad stated.
"What?" I responded,getting a bit self-conscious.
"You look damn hot without your glasses and hair all plastered against your head."
I couldn't help but smile; no one had ever complemented me before. I didn't count mom in that, parents don't count when it comes to that kinda stuff.
"Why do you do that to your hair?" he asked me.
I honestly didn't know why and I told him as much, it was actually a good question. No one had ever told me different or that I couldn't.
"Then don't, just let it go naturally." He said to me as he moved closer. "And for goodness sake get rid of those damn coke bottles."
"Why are you saying this to me?" I suspiciously asked.
"Because I hate to see a good boy go to waste." He answered and he quickly grabbed me and kissed me. I pushed away from him and just stared at him in shock, I couldn't believe he had done it. He just calmly floated there across from me still smiling; acting like it was no big deal.
"Come on," he said reaching his hand out to me, "I won't hurt you."
I nervously took his hand and he pulled me into his arms and starting in on kissing me. My mind said no, but my body wouldn't answer, it just went with the flow. If Chad had been a bad kisser it would've been easier to resist him, he wasn't, as a matter of fact to this day I still haven't met anyone who could kiss the way he did then. I felt his lips softly graze my neck; shivers went all up and down my spine. I held onto him tighter as his hands explored my body. He grabbed my ass and I felt his cock grazing against my hole.
"Wait!" I let out, "Is it going to hurt?"
"Maybe, but we're in the water, it'll be easier." He whispered in my ear, "Besides, I would never hurt you."
Even though he had been about average, when he entered me it felt as if he was six or seven times bigger. It didn't hurt too badly, but it felt very weird. I didn't know what to think at first and when he began to slide in and out of me I let out a loud gasp. He had hit something that got me instantly hard, I wrapped my legs around his waist and started grind my hips into him. That must have been the queue he was waiting for because he then quickened his pace and began to do this twisting motion that I felt all up and down my spine. I had never felt such pleasure in all my young life.
"Shit your tight!" Chad gasped in my ear.
"Don't^Åstop!" I let out.
Gently he lifted me out of the water, still inside me and managing to keep a rhythm he laid me on the grass. Grabbing my waist he shoved all of him into me, up until then I thought he had been. I let out a loud gasp and couldn't hold it any longer. I released my urge all over my abdomen and felt a warm, wet slap hit my chest. It was like my entire body had an orgasm and when I hit that plateau my whole body tensed and my once virginal hole clamped around his cock which sent him over. His body tensed and his legs pulsed as he released everything into me. We just laid there for a minute in each others arms, both of us very happy.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Almost five pm." He responded.
"Damn, I'm going to be late. I gotta go." I said getting out from underneath him, I washed myself off in the pond, gave him another kiss and ran back home.
To say sex had changed my life was an understatement, by the end of that week I had gotten some contacts and threw away all that hair gel. I couldn't get rid of the braces, but I did manage to talk my parents into getting me the ones that were practically invisible. I wear a retainer now, but in exactly a year and a half those will be gone too. I can't wait. My mom's partner at the museum had a husband that ran a martial arts school, about few months before the pond escapade I had the shit beat out of by some guys at school and mom's partner offered the martial arts classes to me. I turned her down then, but I might take her back up on that offer. I didn't want to be a victim anymore.
After our affair I had thought that things between us would be good, maybe even friendly. It wasn't. He was exactly the same as he ever was. I just couldn't understand him. How could someone be so gentle and so sexy one minute, then turn into this ego-driven jock the next? Maybe it was an act, or maybe what happened at the pond was an act, I didn't know. The only thing that I do know is that he was my first and I will never forget him, it had been a very pleasurable first time, I don't think very many people can say that.
I came back to reality and just stared at him for a minute and only one question ran through my head.
"Why didn't you tell Ren about us that day, you could've really burned me." I asked. Chad just shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know."
The odd thing was I believed him and as he started to leave I called out to him.
"What?" He asked.
"Do you wanna hang out Sunday, maybe go see a movie?"
It was definitely something he wasn't expecting to hear from me.
"Sure."
"I'll still have your number I will give you a call tomorrow." I told him as he walked away.
"Talk to you tomorrow." He responded.
What was I doing? I don't know, but I do know one thing. If he tried anything funny I can take him out now, but I really think he won't, call it a hunch. It will take awhile for his ego to heal anyways. During that time he won't be doing much of anything socially.
I headed to Ren's house and straight for the back yard, you could smell food grilling, man was I starving.
I gave my greetings at the grill, got a plate of food and sat down next to Ren. I decided to play ignorant and get Ren's version of the story before I made up my mind fully about Chad. After all it wouldn't have been beneath him to try and get sympathy sex from me. He had played that card with me before, it didn't work then either, but as it turns out it was exactly the same story.
"It's too bad really," I told Ren, "he's so sexy why does he have to be an asshole?"
"Whatever." Ren said back, I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction to my comment. I hoped Chad didn't burn his bridges with Ren and his family, I firmly believe that these are the only true friends he really has.
I made up my mind then and there, I had to play mediator, and I had to get things smoothed over between them.
Please tell me what you think, maybe it's not what some of you had thought. Most of you writing to me about Chad didn't care for him at all. Did this change your mind? I am considering a chapter about Chad only as well. Please send your comments; I crave feedback and the more the merrier I say. Good or bad I want to hear it and I always write back. I promise.
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Renni's life and all characters therein copyright Jeff Harrington 2004