Too Pretty

Barbie

Was I dreaming? After a nightmare week of studying and missing my friend and worrying that I’d done something wrong, he offered everything I didn’t know I was looking for. It seemed he actually was thinking about things, not pushing me away like I’d thought. Now the question was, did I believe him? All week I’d run over everything that we’d done and said from Friday night to Saturday morning.

I had never been with a man before, but I was pretty sure that blaming everything on the alcohol was not a good sign. And then I’d always heard that “give me time” was code for “fuck off and die.” It was good to know that he actually just meant time to think.

Now he was asking for a chance. A chance for what, I wasn’t sure. It sounded like a good thing.

“Are you sure you weren’t thinking of me as a girl? I’m a man. You’re a man. Two men doing stuff together is gay. Are you gay?” I had to know for sure.

“I’m gay. I want to try all that gay stuff with you.”

Yeah, that was just about what I’d dreamed he would say.

“Do you even know what all that ‘gay stuff’ is? I looked it up last week. Are you sure you want that? Do you want me to stick my dick up your ass?”

His eyes got so big when I said that, I was afraid that I might have gone too far. From what I’d read, not all guys took it up the ass. I didn’t expect to have his right away. Although, I admit that the thought of him bent over with his ass in the air was exceptionally hot. I could just picture him bent over for me, pants sagging around his thighs. My brain short-circuited.

His breath stuttered out and his cheeks went up in flame.

“I… I… um… I want to try that.” He could barely get it out, but it set fire to my dick. I hadn’t expected him to fucking agree to it, but damn if it wasn’t hot as fuck.

“All of it?” I had to ask.

“Yeah, all of it. I think we could learn to do it together.” He paused. “I don’t know how to be gay.” Damn, that was a load of honesty. He rubbed his hand over his head. Those smoke-gray eyes never left my face. “How about we try it. Maybe go on a few dates. Maybe try some other stuff. Hell, I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that I want you. Please.”

“Okay.” I didn’t have it in me to be articulate after having Steven practically present himself on a silver platter for me.

My plan wasn’t fully formed, but I got up and went over to him. I put one leg on each side of him and leaned over, putting my hands on the back of the couch so I was hovering over him. His pupils dilated, but that was his only response as I lowered my face to his.

His lips parted and received my kiss as a benediction. Once we settled into a solid joining of mouths, his hands left the couch to loop around my back and pull me closer. He felt so good under me like that. I needed more. I lowered myself into his lap so I could free my hands. When I slid in close to his chest, I could feel his cock under me. He was gasping and moaning around my lips when I moved my hips a little bit, rubbing on him. That felt super good. Have to do that again! And again.

My hands rested briefly on his shoulders then I slid them down his chest. He felt so good. I couldn’t stop touching. He was right where I wanted him, and he wasn’t protesting.