baby steps - part II
“So does your mom know now?”
“She got suspicious when call after call was made to our house by various guys. And since at that time my father was too busy setting up his business to cheat on her, and she definitely knew that he was totally and completely straight, and she wasn’t sleeping around either, the blame fell on me.”
“How’d she take it?”
“Now whenever I visit, she tries to set me up with guys, straight or gay. According to her, no man would be foolish enough to turn me down.”
“Seems like quite a lady. I assume there are embarrassing stories,” I said, smiling.
“Yeah, boatloads,” Chris said, smiling with a faraway look in his eyes. He glanced at the clock, “Hmm, looks like we have enough time for a quickie. Are you up for it?”
“You don’t even have to ask.”
~*~*~
I swaggered into work the next morning. Everywhere, fellow co-workers turned or leaned out of cubicles to look at me and smile.
When I got to my own cubicle, Frederick walked up and said, “Well, you must have gotten lucky last night.”
“What’s it to you?”
“Because a certain someone came to my apartment last night telling me to be careful around you because you knew, and were angry. She burst into tears when she was told of what had happened at work yesterday morning. I say, it was such a pleasure to hear her sobs turn into moans.”
I frowned and thought that over in my head. Then I shrugged. I didn’t feel like fighting. “As long as you gave her pleasure.”
Frederick stared at me, surprised, and said, “As long as I- . . . So, who’s the lucky girl? Know her long?”
“And why would you want to know that?”
“You threatened me because you thought I was going to hurt Josephine. Would be interesting if you were doing just that.”
“How much did she tell you?”
“Only that the two of you separated and that I should be careful. Why? Does she know a big, dark secret?”
I paused and then asked the question that had been plaguing my mind since she had told me of her alliance with him. “Why her, Frederick? Why Josephina? Is it because she was my fiancé? God knows she’s not model quality like your other girlfriends. She’s short, curvy, and plain to look at. Why her?”
Frederick thought about that, and decided to give him a straight answer. “Because she’s real.”
“What kind of an answer is that?”
“Spend some time around models and you’ll see.”
With that, he turned and sat down at his work station.
~*~*~
I opened my eyes, and sighed. Damn, once again I woke up alone. It was really starting to get to me. I scratched myself and sat up, blinking when the sun hit my eyes. When the world slid back into focus I stood up and walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth. After that, I walked into the kitchen and grinned.
I slid in behind Chris and wrapped his arms around him. “Déjà vu,” I murmured. The only thing that was different was that he wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore. He had put in contacts after we had nearly crushed his glasses while trying to devour each other.
“As always, except, you’re following a different script this morning.”
“I’m tired of waking up alone.”
“You haven’t complained.”
“I’m complaining now.”
“Why?” Chris sighed when his pants dropped and I wrapped his hand around him, feeling him plump up.
“We’ve been fucking for a month and I’m still waking up alone. So, I’m annoyed.”
“Why?”
I growled and bit my lover’s ear, smiling when he yelped. “Don’t be so analytical. I’m annoyed and that’s that.”
It took a second for Chris to get back on track, and then he muttered, “Oh, beware of the Almighty’s annoyance.”
“Cute.”
Chris moaned when I pushed two fingers wet with my saliva into him, twisting, stroking. “God, you finger well,” he sighed.
I chuckled and replaced my fingers with my cock, and shoved.
Chris cried out when I filled him abruptly. When he relaxed, I began to move.
I frowned when he murmured, “We never fuck face to face.”
“So?” I licked his ear.
“Nothing,” he sighed and leaned against me.
We moved in tandem, our heads whirling with the feeling of filling and being filled.
~*~*~
I glared. “What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked. I had had a bad day at work because of an uncooperative program, and didn’t need, nor want, this.
“Well, the two of you have to learn how to get along,” Josephine said with her best smile, “And Frederick’s agreed to it, so you better, too.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so! I love both of you! I want you to be friends!”
I noticed Frederick pull at his collar at that, and sneered, “Don’t tell me you’re not used to declarations of love. Surely you’ve had enough of that from women only seeking a good lay.”
She gasped and Frederick said, “No, but your extraordinary ex-fiancé is fond of giving love bites during sex. Last night she left a particularly bad one and it itches.”
I frowned and glanced at Josephine, who had developed an extraordinary case of sunburn on her face.
“I don’t want to hear this,” I growled, and stalked out of his apartment, making sure to slam the door on his way out.
~*~*~
I got to Chris’ apartment at the same time he came home from work, and slammed him against the door just as he was trying to open it.
“Why is she still with Frederick?” I asked as I pressed against him and kissed him savagely.
Chris moaned and wound his hands through my hair, murmuring, “She really likes him,” when I began suckling on his neck.
I growled and bit him, my hands at his hips, lifting him against my erection.
I dimly heard a gasp, and then Chris said, “Well, hello Mrs. Freiden, and how is your poodle today?”
A sniff and then, “Her name is Daisy.”
“Right, how is Daisy?”
I pressed against him, and he bit his lip.
“Daisy’s just fine, thank you for asking.”
“Any time, Mrs. Freiden.”
A door closed.
“Dave, we have to get in the apartment,” Chris whispered.
“Open the door,” I whispered, tuck my hand into his pants and brushed a finger against his hole.
“Damn you.” He lifted his pelvis into me and then we fell onto his apartment floor.
“Fuck,” I muttered, and sat up to drag our feet out of the way and closed the door before yanking Chris’ pants down and engulfing him.
~*~*~
“Dave?”
“Yeah?”
“Here’s my key.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want an old biddy coming out and having a heart attack when seeing us. We’re lucky that that was Mrs. Freiden.”
“Oh, well then, here’s mine.”
“Thanks.”
~*~*~
I growled when they walked in front of me into my apartment. “Why the fuck am I doing this again?” I asked.
“Because you’re the only one of us with an extra keyboard, and I really need it to work my computer.”
Josephine’s keyboard had stopped working and she had been complaining about it when the four of us had met for lunch, I can almost tolerate Frederick now, not that I’d ever tell him. I’d offered her the use of my extra keyboard. How was I to know that after work she’d be cheap and march down to the house along with Frederick and Arnie?
I shook my head, and walked past them, “I hate you, Frederick. I’m annoyed at you, Josephine. And I’m really sorry for this, Arnie.”
Arnie shrugged, and looked around. “You have a nice place,” he said.
“Uh huh.”
I opened my bedroom door a crack, and smiled when I saw the mop of hair sticking out from my covers. I moved in carefully, making sure that the others wouldn’t see, and closed the door, locking it.
I walked over and straddled Chris through the covers before uncovering his chest.
“Hey baby,” I murmured, and dipped my tongue into his ear.
He scrunched up his nose, and snuffled, but his eyes remained closed. I smirked and began to kiss my way down his chest, stopping at a nipple and nipping it. I suckled until it was a hard knob and he was stirring. I looked up to see him smiling down at me sleepily. He looked at the clock and said, “I think you’re an hour late.”
“I know I am. Miss me?” I continued to kiss down his belly.
He sighed and shifted before murmuring, “Never.” His hands flew up to grab onto the rungs of the bed when I took him into my mouth.
I suckled, enjoying his taste, loving how he breathed raggedly through his mouth when we heard, “Hey, Dave, didn’t you find it yet?”
His hand shoved me off him and I plopped back on my butt while he sat up and glared at me. “What the fuck was that?”
I played dumb. “Well, that was a blowjob. Come on, you’ve had more experience than me, surely you know that.”
He lunged and we sprawled back on my bed and he took over the position of dominance by straddling me. “The whole, ‘Dave, did you find it’ thing. What was that?”
“Oh, that was Josephine calling out to ask me if I had found something I need to giver her yet. Hey, you know Josephine, right?”
Chris glared and said, “Get rid of her.”
“Actually, it’s a ‘them.’ Frederick and Arnie are here too. Hey, why didn’t you fix that yet?”
“Because, as I’ve said, she’s happy with him. And, he’s not gay.”
“Very funny.”
“Now, get rid of them.”
“But see, I’m kind of conflicted. I would much rather bring you to orgasm, and know that they’re out there, hearing me make you cry out with pleasure.”
Chris cursed underneath his breath and said, “Freaking bastard.”
“Yep.”
He leaned in and kissed me, taking my breath away and we began to move against each other. I could see the mirror over his shoulder, could see my hands traveling down his back to cup his backside, spread his cheeks, and play with his pucker.
Then, “Yo, Dave, how long’s this gonna take?”
We broke off and I shouted, “Just a few more minutes.”
I turned to Chris, ready to kiss him again, but he leaned with narrowed eyes and said, “Get rid of them.”
“Why? One doesn’t get rid of friends.”
“I don’t care. I want you to fuck me.”
“I don’t need to get rid of them to do that.”
“Don’t be obtuse, you shithead. Get rid of them.”
I looked at him for any signs of weakness, and finally relented. “Okay.”
I walked over to my closet, grabbed a box from the top shelf, and walked over to the door. I stopped and looked down, then at Chris.
He smirked. “Your mess, you get yourself out of it.”
I made a face at him and walked out, again making sure that nobody could see into the room.
I handed the keyboard over to Josephina, who smiled and began walking down the corridor. “Thanks, Dave. We’ll be leaving now.”
Frederick followed, but Arnie lingered. He opened his mouth, then his eyes saw my erection and he blushed. After that, he practically ran out of my apartment.
“Weird,” I muttered, and closed the door, not bothering to lock it.
Then I walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, grabbed the remote, and began watching Seinfeld.
It took only a minute for me to hear the door to my bedroom open, and then he appeared before me with my covers wrapped around his shoulders. He let if fall to the floor and straddled me. “I’m going to make you suffer for that.”
“Oh, I do hope so.”
He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, grabbed the back of my head to ground my lips against his while the other hand unbuttoned my shirt.
I reached between us to massage his balls, sighing when he began to play with one of my nipples, twisting it. He sat up, breaking off our kiss, and pushed his chest into my face. I latched onto a nipple, scratching his back lightly with my fingernails. I could feel him, hard, against my stomach as he humped it lightly.
Then, “I’m sorry, Dave, but I really need to pee!”
I twisted my head to see Josephine streak by on route to my bathroom. I blinked, remembered that I hadn’t locked the door, and cursed when Frederick came into the room followed by Arnie.
They saw us, and Frederick said, “Well. Well, well, well,” when he saw me and Chris on the couch, and Arnie’s jaw dropped.
“So is this why you broke up with Josephine,” he asked.
Chris grabbed the blanket off the floor, and moved to sit beside me, covered from neck to toe. I buttoned my shirt, standing up, and said, “Yes, well. Is there a problem?”
“Other than Josephine’s bladder problem, I don’t think so. Does she know about the two of you?”
Huh? No faggot jokes? No, ‘I knew you were a pansy?’
“No.”
“Well, this would make an interesting confrontation.”
Oh, no insults, but a first class seat to see Josephine interrogate my lover. The one whose name I had never mentioned to her because I was worried about her putting two and two together.
We heard the toilet flush and then the sound of running water. Able only to stare with trepidation down the hall, I watched Josephine walk out of the bathroom, rubbing her hands and saying, “Sorry about that Dave, but I just really needed to go. Thank goodness your door was- Oh! Chris! What are you- Do you have anything on under that blanket?”
“No.”
“Oh my god! You’re sleeping with Dave? Why haven’t you told me?”
“Because it’s just animal sex.”
Frederick snickered, Josephine gasped, and Arnie just stood there, with his mouth still open. I was with Arnie.
“No.”
“Oh my god! You’re sleeping with Dave? Why haven’t you told me?”
“Because it’s just sex.”
Frederick snickered, Josephine gasped, and Arnie just stood there, with his mouth still open. I was with Arnie.
“Just animal sex? Oh, Chris, don’t you know better than that?”
I worked my mouth and she saw. “Dave, not a peep out of you. I think Chris took advantage of you.”
“I did not! He was the one that wanted it to be just sex!”
“And you were more than willing to give it to him?”
“Damn right I was. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s hot.”
“I have noticed. He used to be my boyfriend.”
“I know.”
“Chris, this against the Friends Code.”
“Um, friends?” I just had to interrupt.
Chris looked uncomfortable while Josephine gave me a smile. “This is Chris, Cole’s best friend in high school. They’re still best friends, and Cole sent him here to meet you when he learned that he had to stay in France.”
I turned to Chris. “And why didn’t I meet you until that morning?”
“Technically, you met me the night before.”
“Chris!”
“Fine, it’s because Josephine had met Frederick at one of your company’s parties and was already having an affair with him. She told me that she was going to break it off with you, and didn’t want me to meet you. Unfortunately, it took her a longer time to tell her about her affair.”
I looked at Josephine, who gave me a weak smile, and I snapped.
“Okay, that’s fucking it! You three, out!” I ordered, pointing at Frederick, Josephine, and Arnie.
They practically ran out.
~*~*~
I turned to Chris and looked at him. He was watching me steadily, looking primed for a fight. I wasn’t really angry, the explanation kind of made sense to me, but he seriously looked worried and angry at the same time. A thought occurred to me. “If I tell you to get lost, are you going to fight to stay?”
“Yes.”
“For sex?”
“For more.”
That’s when I saw it. That’s when I realized his feelings. I looked back over our five months together and remembered how he looked at me, watched me, listened to me. How he had always wanted the best for me, and gave me advice. How he had always aimed to please. Suddenly, I realized that I felt the same way, and said, “I think I might want a relationship.”
He gaped at me, looking like Arnie for a second, only without the freckles and red hair, and then closed it and nodded. “I think that’s possible.”
We practically flew at each other, stumbled into my room, shedding my clothes on the way. We fell onto my bed, me crushing him beneath me as he chewed on my neck, his hands moving up and down my body. I moved down and swallowed him, deep throating him at once, practically inhaling him into me, desperate to get more of him, to cause him more pleasure.
He cried out and thrashed, grabbed my head, tried to pull me from me. “Baby, I-” he gasped, and then arched his back as his orgasm hit.
I swallowed everything, reveling in the taste, and then moved up his body. We kissed while I leaned over and grabbed the KY jelly from the nightstand. I prepared him as sparingly as possible and entered him.
He was putty in my hands, barely recovered from his orgasm, when I began to thrust. Suddenly overcome with feelings of gratitude and, dare I think it, love and bit my lip as I began to move slower, intent on the sensations. I wanted to prolong this, to feel as much as possible.
He slowly came alive, slowly hardened, squashed between our bodies. He opened his eyes and smiled. He aligned his mouth with my ear and murmured, “This is the first time we’re face to face.”
“But not the last,” I murmured back, and I kissed him, crushing him in my arms as I began to move faster, no longer able to help it, and then we were crashing our pelvises together, crying out with every thrust. Finally, I collapsed on him and listened to his heart slow down and fall into a steady beat.
~*~*~
A week later, I looked back at that day and wondered why I had not seen it before. After five months, we still turned to each other. We hadn’t tired and moved on to new, more exciting people. In fact, sex was hotter now than when we had first started. We know all of each other’s hot spots, and could make the other come within moments, or keep them gasping as we built each other up for hours by avoiding the more sensitive areas.
I knew that he was amazed by my body, how it was more built than his, how it interested him that I needed to go to the gym to keep from becoming fat. He didn’t care that in several years I might develop a beer belly. He knew that the way he looked in suits aroused me, how I loved to watch his butt when he walked. I knew that his back and feet were delicate and a little light scratching can have him arching his back. He knew that I liked bondage games. That I enjoyed being tied up, blind folded, not knowing what was going to happen next.
We had never realized that since we had come together, we had been walking around like newly weds on their honeymoon, and acting it out on our beds.
Smiling, I picked up the phone and dialed a number that I had called frequently when I was with Josephine.
“Hello. I would like to make an order for a dozen red roses and a card with the words ‘I have walked a mile with the pace you have set for me. The day has never looked brighter and free of shadows.”
