giniro to ougon

I have always admired him. Ever since that day in Kindergarten when he had protected me from the bully who was threatening to hit me if I didn’t give him my crayons. We hadn’t been friends at the time but once I was done thanking him profusely we began to play together. We have been friends for twelve years and I still don’t know why he keeps me around.

We have grown up in two completely different ways. He lives in the wealthy part of the neighborhood with both his parents in a house with 3 floors, a backyard and a garage. He is 6’2’’ with cinnamon colored skin and toned flat muscles. I have just started admitting to myself that I find him drop dead sexy, even when he has a cigarette in his mouth. I live with my mother in a small apartment in one of the many working class neighborhoods. My father lives in a different apartment in a different part of the city even though they are still married. Both of my parents work hard, I hardly see my mother because of her hours but she still manages to cook three square meals for me a day. Unlike him, I am not tall, only 5’7’’, or tan; I’m pale and lanky.

We skipped out of school early today. He came into my biology class with the excuse that something had happened to my mother and that he needed to take me home. When we got out into the hallway I burst into tears and asked him what was wrong. He hadn’t been expecting me to cry. He held me close to him and told me that he had been kidding, nothing had happened. I felt silly as I wiped my eyes and he led me out of the school with the fake excuse note. He brought me to his car and we got in, this was my first time in his new car. Before we drove out of the parking lot he took out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. He rolled down the window immediately afterwards because he knows I hate the smell of the smoke.

“Where are we going?” I asked him curiously. He turned and smiled at me from behind his sunglasses.

“Don’t worry about it,” was his answer. I covered my squinting eyes with the back of my hand and snuggled down into my uniform jacket. I was surprised when we pulled into his driveway. “My dad’s away on business and my mom is out with her girlfriends,” he explained when he saw me open my mouth to question him. I closed it again as he turned off the engine. He got out of the car first and just as I reached for the handle he opened my door for me.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I told him. He chuckled as I got out of the car. We walked up the brick path to the front door of the giant house, me behind him. I didn’t want him to see me gaping at his wealth, I felt ashamed for it. He knew I was poor but he never rubbed it in my face and I was thankful for that.

He brought me up to his bedroom, it was bigger than my entire apartment, and we lounged around on his bed. We were watching a movie when he got up and opened his window. He pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I sat up from my reclining position on his bed and looked at him. I watched as his long fingers rolled the lit cylinder back and forth, bringing it up to his lips every once in a while. Even though I hated it, he made smoking look so good. I had admitted to myself about a month ago that I found him attractive. It had scared me at first, he was my best friend, if he ever found out it would probably ruin everything. I didn’t like other boys, in fact, I didn’t really like anyone. He had been the first person to catch my interest. I cursed myself daily for making him my first love, the only person I would never have. I must not have realized that I was staring at him because as I broke out of my reverie I noticed him watching me. The cigarette was almost gone but he didn’t appear to care, he was too absorbed in watching me. “You’re going to burn yourself,” I pointed out. This snapped him out of his own trance and he put out the stub of the cigarette. I felt a blush cover my cheeks and looked down at the floor; he had seen me looking at him. He probably knew how I felt about him now. “I think I’m gonna go home,” I whispered as I scooted off the bed. As soon as my palm touched the cool metal of his door knob I felt his finger tips run down the side of my neck. I froze as his arms wound around my stomach and he leaned in closer to me. We both shuddered as his lips brushed over the same skin on my neck.

“Don’t leave me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. I breathed deeply and turned around in his embrace. We looked at each other for a few moments before our lips met with unrestrained passion. He tasted like smoke, mint gum to cover the smoke, and something sweet that I couldn’t place. My mind went blank when I felt his tongue enter my mouth. It moved around behind my teeth expertly, gliding along the roof of my mouth and as far back as it could go without making me gag. When we pulled away both of our lungs were working over time. We both caught our breath and when we looked back up at each other I saw the silent pleading in his eyes. With one look I knew he wanted me as much I wanted him and I had never been as happy as when I nodded and granted him access to my being.
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We watched the sunset from underneath his covers, the golden light spilling through the open window, illuminating our nude flesh. The light brought out the yellow in his brown skin while it did nothing for mine. I ran my hand over his forearm and smiled. He caught my hand and placed a quick kiss on it. My limbs still hummed with pleasure from our previous activities and the feeling of his lips on me made me shiver slightly. He rolled on top of me like he had been ten minutes earlier and we looked each other in the eye. “I love you,” he whispered. Crystal tears welled up in my eyes and made lazy trails down my flushed cheeks. He kissed them away one by one and I couldn’t help but cry more. The long fingers that I loved gently glided through my sweaty hair as our lips connected once again. As he pulled away this time I smiled at him and told him that I loved him too.