Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 23:45:11 +0000
From: Adelhardt H. <adelhardth@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Little Bit About Me, Alex

	Hello all!

	Just a little piece for your pleasure. Don't read if you're not
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	Thanks,
	Adelhardt

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	A Little Bit About Me, Alex


	It's not that I was ugly.  I wasn't.  I was a little
girly, maybe, but not ugly.  But still it was always all about my
sister.  Nothing I could do.
	Actually it wasn't all bad.  I was OK about not being in
the spotlight all the time.  I liked my privacy.  But sometimes I
just wanted to scream.  I mean, I did in fact exist, but no one
seemed to know it.
	When I was a few years younger I'd gone through a phase of
crying, shouting and throwing things around just to get attention.
It went on for a few months.  Then I stopped.  I guess I realized it
wasn't worth it.
	I didn't hate my sister.  I just didn't love her.  We
never spoke or did anything together.  She was beautiful with her
long, blonde hair and blue eyes, and she got straight A's on her way
to what would undoubtedly be a first class diploma from medical
school.  She was also on her school's swim team and basketball, and
she was good at both.
	Me, I wasn't good at any kind of sports and I did my best
to stay away from them.  I was shorter than her.  My hair was a mousy
brown, straight where hers was curly.  I didn't have her talent for
numbers and letters and got mediocre grades in school, except in
drama and other more 'artistic' disciplines which I enjoyed.  They
didn't count for much in our house, though.
	I had nothing, she had everything, but she could keep it
for all I cared.  There was only one thing of hers I craved.  Her
boys.
	She dated many boys, sexy, beautiful and great.  She
rarely kept one for very long, and she never had any problem
replacing the old when wanted a new one.  I'm pretty sure she had sex
with most of them.  I don't blame her.  I would have.
	I never had a boyfriend, though I wanted one.  I never had
any offers, and anyway I wouldn't want one just to have him.  I
wanted someone special I could love.
	Don't roll your eyes at me.  I was young...
	I never had a girlfriend either.  Never had to.  That's
where being invisible came in handy - I didn't have to hide anything,
because no one was looking anyway.  I feel sorry for boys who have
girlfriends just so they can pretend to be something they're not.  I
feel sorry for the girls too.  At the time I was so lonely a
girlfriend sounded pretty good, though.
	Even when my sister went to college things didn't change,
because we lived so close to her school that she just kept living in
her old room.  I was 16 and still in high school.
	When I got depressed I reminded myself that things could
be a lot worse.  I did have one good friend.  Well, one friend,
period.  But she was good.  Sylvia was her name.  I called her
Syllie.
	I sometimes wondered if what attracted us to each other
was the fact that we were both outsiders.  I guess it was.  I didn't
like to think so, though.  I liked to think we were a match made in
heaven, that we would have ended up friends no matter what the
circumstances.  I was a romantic.
	Sylvia was a medium height redhead, somewhat overweight,
who wore heavy black makeup and strange old clothes which made her
look, in her own proud words, like a "forest witch of old".  She was
a romantic too.  She was also a lesbian, something neither of us
talked about even though we both knew that we knew.  Like with me.
We never talked about that either.  In stead we'd sit in my room and
smoke pot or drink and talk about the world and our dreams, and other
people, reveling in our own wisdom.  One of the things that made our
friendship work was the fact that we both knew we would never, could
never fall in love with each other.
	Sylvia was a weird girl.  Still is.  She had self esteem
problems - we were a perfect match in so many ways - but she loved to
sing, and she was good at it.  It was important to her that I loved
her singing.  We would sing together.  I could carry a tune but she
was so much better than me, but it was great for both of us.  We
would sit together and play our guitars and sing for hours without
being interrupted.  My room was so far away from my parents and my
sister that they never heard, or if they did they never said.
	On Tuesdays and Thursdays Syllie worked in a pizza joint,
all afternoon and again at night.  I was alone then.  I missed her,
but she had to work or she'd have no money.  Her parents weren't that
wealthy and only barely managed to put their two girls through the
school I was in.  They thought it would give the girls better chances
in life.  My parents sent me there because my sister had gone and
because it was done in their circles.  They could well afford it.
They gave me plenty of money, too, I guess so that they wouldn't hear
from me, so I didn't have to work.  That suited me fine.  I preferred
to just stay at home away from other people.


	Mike was the latest in a long line of wooers, just another
handsome face and sexy body.  I admit, the first time I saw him I
thought he was probably the most attractive guy I'd ever seen, but
that was it.  I knew he'd be gone in a few days, weeks tops if he was
really good in bed.  There was no feeling there on my part.  That
would only come later.

	I was sitting on the stairs outside tying my shoe.  The
shoes were nice, my favorites, but I had to retie them all the time.
	When I was done I looked up and saw my sister and this
guy.  That was normal, but he was not.  Tall, slim, nicely muscled -
but they all were.  It was his eyes and his smile that set him aside
from the rest.  His eyes were warm and brown and his smile was
friendly and open.  He had dark brown hair that shone on the early
autumn sun.  He was stunning.  I felt a rush of instant powerful
attraction.
	"Hi kid," he smiled.
	"Hi," I mumbled, fighting to be unimpressed.  I looked
down which was a mistake, because the sight of his tan legs didn't
help any.
	"Mike, are you coming?" my sister asked.  She'd ignored
me.
	"Sure, wait up."  He ascended the stairs to the door.
"Nice meeting you, kid," he said.  His voice was a little raspy,
quite deep.  I felt myself get hard.
	"Yeah," I nodded.
	"I guess I'll be seeing you around," he smiled before
disappearing through the open door.
	"Don't count on it," I whispered.  I knew my sister.  Some
new stud would catch her eye next week.  I would definitely not be
seeing him around for very long.
	Turns out I was wrong.



	I saw him a few times the next week or so.  He was over
for dinner one day to meet the parents.  I guess he thought that was
a big deal, but it wasn't.  They all came over to meet the parents.
	During the meal he was charming and polite.  His brown
eyes sparkled and he was smiling most of the time.  He even tried to
engage me in the conversation a few times, but no one helped him,
including me.  I was hard as a rock all the time.  My mind was
flooded with images of kissing him, licking his lips, his ears,
smelling his hair.
	"So Alex," he said.  Alex is me, in case I forgot to say.
"I guess school started again?"
	"Yeah," I replied unenthusiastically.
	"Too bad, huh?  Especially with this weather we're having.
Can you believe it?"
	I stared at my plate.  Would he please stop drawing
attention to me?
	"How are your teachers this year?" he persisted, ignoring
my sister's efforts to get him to talk about her classes.
	"OK I guess," I mumbled, still not looking at him.  His
voice was driving me crazy, but I wanted to run away.
	"I had one once in algebra, Mrs. Steinweber.  We all hated
her.  She was a sadist!  I used to throw little balled up pieces of
paper at her when she had her back turned.  Course I got caught."  He
grinned.
	"Yeah?" I asked, looking up.  My eyes met his, and I felt
funny and warm.  I couldn't help but smile back at him.  He was
beautiful.
	"She called my dad," he continued.  His eyes opened
slightly wider, never letting go of mine.  I was mesmerized.  "She
started complaining, but my dad just said 'If MY son threw paper at
you I guess you had it coming' and hung up."
	I felt myself grinning.  I guess his dad was proud of him
or something.  I couldn't imagine what that was like.
	"I must say," my mother gasped theatrically.  "Did he
really?"
	"Oh yes, ma'am."  Mike nodded.  "He knew her because she
taught him when he was in school, you see.  He had wanted to do the
same."
	"Well," my dad mumbled.  "Algebra is so important,
though."
	"Yes sir," Mike said.  "They put me in another class."
	"And you finished it?  What grade did you get?"
	Here we go, I thought.  I'd long since gone back to
staring at my plate.  Now my dad would start interrogating him about
his grade average etc.  Even though we all knew that Mike would be
gone next week.  Well, all of us except Mike.
	It had been an exhilarating few moments when Mike talked
to me.  I felt great.  But the low afterwards was as low as the high
had been high.  I wanted to get out of there.  This was a ritual I
didn't want to witness.
	I excused myself - no one protested - and went to my room.
I jacked off because Mike had had me hard for a long time, and then I
called Sylvia.  We spoke a few hours before I hung up.


	I also saw him coming home with my sister one day and
leaving some time later, maybe a few hours.  No one had to tell me
what they'd been doing.  When he left his hair was messed up and he
smelled of sweat.  I liked it.  It was sexy.
	He looked very satisfied when he passed me on his way out.
"Hey, Alex," he smiled.  "How's it going?"
	"OK," I mumbled.  I had a wild flash in my mind of him
taking me in his arms and kissing me.  Wow.  Then again, did I really
want to taste my sister in his mouth?
	Talk about an unwelcome thought.
	"What're you reading?"
	I held up my book.  It was from school.  He rolled his
eyes in sympathy.
	"Can you let me out the back door?" he asked.  "I have my
bike out there, but I can't operate the lock."  He looked slightly
embarrassed.
	"It is a little tricky," I acknowledged, wondering when
he'd tried unlocking it.  Seemed he'd been in the house more often
than I knew.
	I threw down the book and went with him.  His smell of
sweat wasn't offensive, quite the contrary.  It smelled nice, to me
at least.  But I thought she could at least have let him shower
before throwing him out.  Nice images... water running over his body.
	"Thanks, kid," he smiled when I unlocked the door.
	"Don't call me kid! I'm 16!" I whined.  "I may look like
I'm 10, but..."  I looked down, blushing from embarrassment.
	"Hey, I'm sorry," he said, suddenly serious.  He grabbed
my shoulders.  The smell of him was overpowering, but I wouldn't look
at him.  "I'll remember, OK?  I didn't mean it like that."
	"K," I mumbled, cursing myself for sounding like a kid
when I was trying to tell him I wasn't one.
	"Besides, you don't look 10," he grinned, the humor back
in his voice.  "You look at least... 13.  14?"
	I grinned, looking up.  If anyone else had said it, even
Sylvia, I'd have been hurt, but when he said it I could laugh.  I
knew he was right.  I was even shorter than my sister, for heaven's
sake.
	His eyes sparkled.  They were beautiful.  I don't know how
long I smiled at him and said nothing, but he eventually made a move
to leave, and my trance was broken.
	"Well, I'll see you around, kid-OOPS, Alex!"  He grinned
at his own joke and poked me on the arm.
	"Jerk," I grinned.  "Where's your bike?"
	"Over here."  He pointed to the grass.  "I have to really
step on it.  I'm late."  He went over and picked up the bike,
unlocking it.  With a wave he got on it and pedaled away.
	After that encounter I allowed myself to think of it as a
crush.  Not that he wasn't an asshole like the rest of them.  I was
sure he was.  But there was something...


	The real shock was when he was still there three weeks
later.  That was unusual.  I'd been sure that since I actually liked
him he would be kicked out in two days.  I was wrong.  And it didn't
take a genius to figure out why.
	I'd walked by her door many times on my way to the garden,
and I'd often heard sounds from when she had sex with her partners.
But it was usually muffled.  This time when Mike was there it wasn't.
She was huffing and wailing, so I guess he was good.  He had to be to
last two weeks.
	It was great seeing him, but it hurt me to know he was
fucking my sister.  I wanted him to fuck me.  I'd realized when I
dreamt about it and woke up all sticky.  I hadn't had a wet dream in
years before that.
	That day when I heard her I did something I'd never done
before.  I kneeled down and looked through the keyhole.  Sounds
perverted, looking through my sister's keyhole, but I wasn't looking
at her.  I wanted to see him.  I hope that's less perverted.  Anyway,
I didn't see anything.  The bed was at a wrong angle.  All I could
see was the curtains by her window to the driveway.
	I didn't go into the garden like I'd planned.  I turned
around and went upstairs to call Sylvia.  She'd suggested we drink
that night, but I'd declined because we only had rum which I hate and
she loves.  Now I'd changed my mind.  I wanted that rum.


	"I'm thinking of changing my hair to blue or green,"
Syllie said.  "What do you think?"
	She was wearing a green corduroy skirt and a red blouse
with many bracelets and necklaces.  Her hair was her natural red at
that time.
	"I don't know.  How about black?"
	"Hm.  Would be nice.  But I don't want to look like a
goth."  She poured us new drinks.  "I really shouldn't, I'm so fat
already."
	"Shouldn't what?"
	"Drink."
	She was overweight and it was a touchy subject.  There
were many touchy subjects with the two of us.  But we could talk
about them if we had to with each other, we both knew that.
	"If I can drink rum, so can you," I said, downing my
glassful.  It tasted horrible but I was getting the buzz I wanted.
	"You're so lucky," she started.  "You're so skinny and
cute and all."  She looked like she'd swallowed a lemon when she said
it.
	I looked at her.  I'd never thought of myself as cute.  I
didn't want to be cute, I wanted to be big and strong.  A man, not a
boy.  "Please tell me you're not going to jump me," I said, trying to
turn it into a joke.
	"That's never going to happen!" she giggled.  "Sooo
never."
	I grinned back.  "I hope not."
	"Let's sing," she suggested, picking up her guitar.  "I
want to sing all night."
	"We have school tommor--"
	"Fuck school tomorrow.  Sing."  She poked me with her
feet.  "Sing.  Sing."
	"Alright," I sighed.  It would take my mind off Mike.  And
his eyes.  And smile.  God.
	He must have heard us or something because he knocked on
my door an hour later.  Syllie and I looked at each other.  No one
ever come to my room.
	"Come in," I yelled.
	Mike stuck his head into the room.  "Wow, you guys are
great!" he grinned.  "Can I come in?"
	"Sure," I said before Syllie could say anything.  I think
she was flattered by what he'd said about the singing, or she would
have told him no in a second.  She didn't like guys very much.
	"I don't want to interrupt or anything," he said.  "I
didn't know you had company, Alex.  Your sister fell asleep and I
thought I'd see if you wanted to hang out or something."
	"Well he's busy," Syllie said, strumming her guitar.
"We're practicing our duets," she continued in case he didn't get the
message.
	"Oh, I'm sorry," Mike said, getting up from the floor
where he'd plopped down.  "I'll leave you alone."
	I wanted to hang out with him.  But I loved Syllie and I
really didn't want him in there with us any more than she did.  It
was for us.  It was private.  There wasn't room for him.
	He smelled nice, fresh from the shower.  His hair was
black from the water and not shiny copper like usual.  I wanted to
kiss him, and I wanted him to leave so Syllie and I could sing.
	"See you," he smiled.  "Tell your sister I went home if
she asks, OK?"
	"Sure," I smiled.  She would never ask me something like
that, of course.
	He closed the door.
	"Is that your sister's new toy?" Syllie asked.
	I nodded.
	"Oh Alex," she whispered, stroking my cheek gently.  I
realized that she knew what was going on, that she'd seen it in me in
just those few minutes, because she knew me so well.  It was a relief
that she knew.
	I pressed my eyes closed to keep in a tear that
threatened.  Then we went back to the song and said no more about it.



	Even after three weeks Mike was still there.  That was
miraculous.  The longest she'd kept a guy that I could remember was
five weeks, and that was long ago.  Most of them didn't come back
after the first visit.  I didn't go back to her door to hear if she
was still as vocal, but I assumed she was since he was around.
	He would hang around me more.  Once when I was watching TV
in the TV room he came and sat down next to me.  Normally I'd watch
TV in my room but my parents weren't home, and the screen was bigger
out there.
	"Hey, KID," he grinned.
	"Hey Mike."  I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling.
	"So, KID, what're you watching?"
	"If you quit that I'll tell you."
	"K."  He leaned back and spread his arms.  Unfortunately
he wasn't sweaty, but he smelled nice anyway.  I looked at his
profile.  Handsome.  Wow.  He'd cut his hair a little shorter.  I
liked it.
	"Do you want a drink or something?" I asked.
	"Sure, Alex.  I'll have a coke if you have."
	"Coming up."  I ran to the kitchen and got him a can.  I
was halfway back when I turned around and got him a glass and put
come ice in it too.  I thought about a lemon slice but decided that
would be too much.
	"Thanks," he smiled when I came back.
	We watched a little TV and talked a little.  I was
beginning to think he was a nice guy and not just a good-looking one.
I felt funny, dizzy almost.  I decided it was sexual desire.
	"Your sister is reading," he informed me.  I came crashing
down.  Why did he have to bring her up?
	"Oh," I said.
	"I guess I should go back in there."  He put down the
empty glass.  "Thanks for the soda and the company."  He patted my
shoulder, which should have been a thrill, but it was all ruined by
then.
	I didn't respond, so he just left.  I didn't want to be
around when they were having sex even if I couldn't hear it, so I ran
out and walked to Syllie's house.  She was at work as I knew but I
just sat in her room and looked at her stuff.  Her mother didn't
think it was weird.  She knew how we were.  Well, at least it wasn't
any more weird than she'd expect from either of us.



	That same Friday when he came over my sister still hadn't
come home, so he went with me into the garden.  The sun was warm and
it was nice, but the air smelled faintly of autumn and a few of the
leaves had fallen.
	"This is nice," he sighed, reclined in a white wooden
chair next to me.
	I nodded.  It was.  He was.
	"You guys have the best garden.  It's so big!"
	"Yeah," I mumbled.  Actually the garden was what I liked
best in our house.  I spent a lot of time in it in the summer.
	"It's like you could get lost in it," he continued.
	Yeah, that's exactly what it's like, I thought.
	"What's in the back?  Is there more you can't see from the
house?"
	"Yeah.  The trees shield it.  Want to see?"  I got up,
eager to show him something good in that house.
	"Sure."
	I took him on a tour.  There were plenty of small corners
where no one could find you, and I knew them all.  He seemed to enjoy
it, and I wondered if perhaps he'd grown up without a garden.
	"Maybe we should go back," he finally said.
	"You tired, old man?" I teased.
	"Hey! I'm no more old than you are a kid," he grinned.
	"Well how old are you?" I asked boldly.
	"25."  He smiled.  "Is that ancient?"
	"No."  I shook my head.
	"Hey, is that a tree to climb in?" he asked excitedly,
pointing.
	"Used to be," I replied.  "When I was a kid."
	"Which you aren't anymore."  He laughed.  "Come on, I want
to see."
	He was fascinated by it, but we didn't climb up.  He was
probably too heavy for the branches.  Instead he caressed it with his
hands, and then leaned back against it grinning at me.
	"I love trees like this," he said.
	I stood maybe two feet from him.  He looked into my eyes.
His were full of joy.  It was startling, like a blow to the stomach.
I could smell him.  Oh God.
	I tried to fight it and there was nothing I could do and I
tried not to and I couldn't help it, but I kissed him.
	I leaned in and touched my lips to his.
	He was too beautiful, too wild and wonderful for me to not
do it.  I had to.
	He stiffened.  His eyes opened wide.
	I pulled back, maybe more startled than he was.  I almost
didn't even feel it, didn't register the feeling of his moist lips on
mine.
	It should have been wonderful, but he looked so...
surprised and baffled.
	I gasped.
	"Uh... maybe we should just look at the trees, and..."  He
trailed off.  "Look, I..."  He sighed.
	I didn't need more.  I turned around and ran as hard as I
could, out of the garden.
	"Alex, come back! It's OK!" I heard him shout after me,
but I kept running, panicking.  I was sure my life was over.


	 Syllie took one look at me and brought out her whisky
bottle.  Probably not the best solution, but I was grateful.
	I gulped some down.
	"Here," she said, handing me some chocolate.  She'd eaten
some of it.  I looked at her.
	"So I ate a little," she mumbled defensively.  "You're not
the only one with problems."
	I took a bite.  It doesn't mix well with whisky but I kept
up the intake of both.
	"Anyway, you could do with a few pounds on that bony
little body of yours," she went on.  "Whereas I..."
	I handed her the rest of the chocolate and sat down in her
unmade bed.
	"What happened, Alex?" she asked, plopping down next to me
and putting an arm around me.
	I sniffled.  "I kissed him, Syllie."
	"Oh."  She didn't need to ask who.  "Did he freak?"
	I shook my head.  "But I ran.  He didn't... want me."  I
could feel tears coming on.
	"Oh, Alex.  His loss."  She didn't say more but just held
me.  I was grateful.  No words could make things better, but her
being there made it almost bearable.
	I wasn't worried that he'd tell everybody.  I didn't think
he would.  But I didn't know how I could face him again.  I was just
such a dumb... kid.  That's what I was.
	I spent the night with Syllie in her bed.  I was half
awake most of the night, images of Mike dancing in my mind.  He was
beautiful, even frozen with surprise.



	Four weeks and counting.
	I was convinced he was the greatest lover on earth.  He
had to be.  She was near her own record.
	Seeing him again was awkward.  I shied away from him when
I saw or heard him coming, but I couldn't avoid him forever.
	Fate, and Mike, caught up with me after I'd parted with
Syllie on my way home from school and was walking up the long
driveway.  He was on his bike and stopped when he reached me.
	"Hey Alex."
	"Oh! Hi."  I looked away, blushing a bright red.
	"So."  He hopped off his bike.
	I wished myself far away.
	"You OK?" he asked.
	"Uhmm... look," I began.  "I'm sorry, I don't know what-"
	"It's OK," he interrupted.  "Forget about it."
	Forget about it?  That was the only thing I could never
do.
	"I don't blame you," he grinned.  "I am pretty damn
irresistible."
	Make a joke of it, why don't you, I thought.
	"Alex?  It's OK.  Really.  It's cool."
	I looked out of the sides of my eyes at him.  He looked
serious but not mad.  He wasn't looking at me but straight ahead.
	I went back to studying the gravel.
	My sister came out the door when we came near the house.
	"Mike, come on!" she yelled, waving him closer.  He
grinned and winked at me, then went to her.
	I felt like crying.

	The following days he would poke me sometimes or wink at
me, like we had a secret or knew a joke the others weren't let in on.
I knew he was just teasing me, but it felt horrible.  Finally I
thought he'd forgotten when he hadn't said anything all Thursday, but
Friday he came knocking at my door.
	I let him in.  Not that I really wanted to, because I was
afraid of what I'd do and what he'd say.
	He came closer to me, and I backed away until I was almost
against the window sill.  He was smiling.
	"You know, I aim to please," he grinned.  "And I think you
got substandard service."
	What's he talking about?  I thought.
	"I think I owe you one," he said.  He moved even closer
until there wasn't a foot between us.  I was scared, but he didn't
look angry.
	Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.  I
gasped and jerked away, but his hands caught my head and he held me
still.  I felt his tongue push lightly against my lips, and my
hormones kicked in and I opened my mouth to let him in.
	His tongue felt big in my mouth, and he tasted better than
I'd ever imagined.  He tasted so good.  I started to get really into
it, closing my eyes.  Shivers ran through my body and my arms found
their way around his neck.  I drank his saliva.
	I was so hard me must have felt it against his leg.  He
was too close to miss it.  The way he moved his tongue against mine
almost made me cum, like I had no control at all, which I guess I
hadn't.
	Someone moaned.
	I realized it was me.
	He had a slight stubble which scratched my chin.  Oh God.
	I felt my knees buckle.
	Then he broke the kiss.  I fell down on the sill, out of
breath and perplexed.
	He grinned and wiped his mouth.  "Was that better?  That's
what you wanted the other day, right?"
	I nodded, dazed.
	"You're a natural."  He looked at me like something
puzzled him, then smiled again.  "Well, I left your sister in the
shower, so I'd better get back.  K?"
	I felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me.
For the first time in my life I wished I had tits.  Big tits, like my
sister.
	He must have seen it on my face.  He hesitated.  His smile
had faded.  Then he turned around and left.  I wanted to stop him, to
have him kiss me again.  I ached for it.  But I saw him disappear and
I knew his beautiful body would soon be on top of hers.  I wanted to
vomit.
	Why couldn't he be on top of me?



	Mike didn't kiss me again, and he didn't mention it
either.  But he hung out with me more than before.  He'd drop by and
sit down with me in my room or in front of the TV an hour or a half
before my sister came home.  I liked it, even though it was painful.
I dreaded the sound of her coming through the door, because then he
would leave and the things I didn't want to think about would happen
in her room.
	That Wednesday when they neared five weeks I was in front
of the TV with some homework.  Mike hadn't come, and I was
heartbroken.  Now there was no time before my sister came home.
	When I heard her voice outside the door I perked up.  At
least I'd get to see him.
	But when she came in she had a blond guy with her.  He was
fit, obviously muscular.  They both ignored me as they walked to her
room.
	I was crushed.  She'd finally dumped Mike and I'd never
see him again.  Syllie was away with her family visiting an aunt they
hoped to inherit so I couldn't go to her.  I ran to my room and
locked the door, more for the psychological effect than because it
was necessary.  Locked or not, no one would try to open my door.
	I buried myself under the blanket on my bed and stayed
there all day and all night.



	The next day, Thursday, I ditched school.  When I finally
crawled out of bed and out of my room to get something to eat, Mike
was sprawled on the couch in front of the TV.
	"Mike!" I gasped.  "What are you doing here?"
	"Gee, could it be that I came to see my girlfriend?" he
asked, grinning.
	"But I thought..." I began.  Then I realized that she
hadn't dumped him, she'd just cheated on him.  Maybe I would see him
in the future too.
	I felt bad for him that his girlfriend did that to him,
but I was happy to see him.  I felt myself grin.
	"Nice boxers," he laughed.
	I looked down, seeing my favorites with the red bears on
them.  I blushed.  Kid's underwear.
	"Sit down," he encouraged, sitting up and patting the
couch next to him.  "What do you want to watch?"
	I wanted to watch him, but I could hardly say that.
"Don't know," I just mumbled.
	He changed the channel.  "How about the kids' show on-
HEY!"  He laughed when I punched him on the arm.
	"I'm NOT..."
	"...a kid, I know."  He smiled at me, his brown eyes warm
and liquid.  "I guess you really aren't."
	I smiled up at him.  He was so nice.  I felt like... I was
in love.  At least I wanted to kiss him.  I wanted to have sex with
him.  Badly.
	"Mike?" my sister yelled from the kitchen.  "Susie says
they have a sale at Hallek's.  I want to go.  Are you coming?"
	"Uhm, I don't know."  Mike seemed disappointed.  I guess
he was.  It didn't look like they'd had sex yet.
	"Well make up your mind.  I'm going now."
	Mike smiled at her.  "I think I'll pass.  I'll just go
home and study, K?"
	"Suit yourself," my sister huffed.  She left a minute
later, almost slamming the door.
	"You have to study?" I asked.
	"Yeah, I really do.  I'm behind."  He sighed.
	"Oh.  OK."  I tried not to look hurt.
	"But it's early in the semester and I really don't want to
go.  Can I hang out with you a while?" he asked, knowing the answer
already.
	I grinned.  My stomach flipped.  Then I remembered that my
parents would be home soon.  My smile faded.
	He must have read my mind, because he suggested we go
watch TV in my room instead, and I agreed happily.
	"It's a little messy," I warned him before we entered.
	"Show me a 16 year old boy's room that isn't," he
snickered and followed me inside.  "What," he moaned, "you call this
messy?  My own room was never this clean."
	I grinned, not believing him.  I would become wiser.  He
didn't have the tidy up gene at all.
	"You can sit on my bed if you want.  It's a better angle
for the TV than the chairs," I offered.  He fell down on the bed, and
I joined him.  Being so close to him made me tingle, and I could feel
myself half hard all the time.  I wanted him to kiss me.
	He watched the TV and made jokes about it.  If he noticed
that I only watched him he didn't say.  His hair looked so soft, his
lips so full, his ears so nice... I couldn't tear my eyes away.
	"What're you looking at?" he grinned.  He'd caught me.
	"You," I smiled.  He knew the answer anyway, no sense in
denying it.
	"You like me, don't you?" he asked.
	I blushed.  "Yeah."
	"K."  He smiled.  It was a warm, nice smile.
	"Mike?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Would you... kiss me again?"
	"Aw Alex, I don't know..."  He frowned.
	"Please?  It felt so good."
	"You liked, huh?"
	I nodded eagerly.
	"Well...  OK, one kiss.  OK?"
	I nodded and scooted closer.  "A good one then," I
whispered hoarsely.  He grinned soundlessly and nodded.  He reached
out to cup my face in his hand and leaned in, and my stomach started
buzzing in anticipation.  I kept my eyes open and saw him lean in
until his lips touched mine.
	I parted my lips immediately, making him chuckle a little,
but he dutifully pushed his tongue inside.  It was as if he got a
little more into it when I threw my arms around his neck and moaned
into the kiss.  I opened my mouth wide, holding him to me with my
arms.  I was hard in my boxers, obviously so, but his concentration
was elsewhere so he didn't see.  It felt so good.  I wanted him to
have me.
	After a few minutes he pulled away.  He had to pry my arms
off his neck which made him laugh.  I whined in protest.
	"Alex... come on."
	I licked my lips.  I was high.
	"Miiike... you said a GOOD one."
	He laughed loudly.  "Alex... kid... I'm sorry, but that's
the best I have!"
	"One more then?"
	"We agreed, one."  He smiled.
	My hands were still on his shoulders.  I didn't want to
let go.  "But as payment, then," I smiled.
	"Payment?  What for?"  He looked confused.
	"For calling me kid just now."
	He grinned.  "Alright... one more.  ONE.  OK?"
	I nodded eagerly.  "But lying down this time."
	He smiled and shook his head in amazement, but he agreed
and I lay down on my back.  He slumped down next to me, but I stopped
him.
	"On top of me... please?"
	He frowned, but then shrugged.  "I have to take off my
shoes, wait," he said.
	When he had he lowered himself on me.  He covered me
because he was so much bigger than me.  It felt unbelievably good.  I
shuddered.  Above my eyes were his looking down at me, mirth glinting
in them.  His elbows held his weight.
	"Whoa, sailor, glad to see me?" he snickered when he felt
my hard dick pressed against his stomach.  I gasped, pleasure
flooding my body in waves.  My arms went around his neck again,
pulling him down on me fully.
	Then he kissed me again, and I felt that this was what I
was made for.  It felt so right.  Nothing ever felt so good.
	I was too hot to be embarrassed by my long moan anymore.
I just let the feelings take me, and they took me, and it was
wonderful.
	After a minute or two I suddenly felt something against my
leg.
	He was hard.
	The discovery set off fireworks in my brain.  I almost
came.  He was hard!
	I realized that he'd come expecting to fuck my sister.  He
was probably horny.  Still, I felt joy that he was hard with me.  And
hope, that he might want to have sex with me.  Subtly, I hoped, I
tried to stimulate the hard lump in his pants.
	I felt him gasping into the kiss, gasping like I was
gasping.  I stretched my legs and locked them behind his back,
pressing myself against him.  I felt love for him.
	"Whoa, buddy, timeout," he gasped, breaking the kiss.  I
protested, leaning up and kissing his lips and chin.
	"Alex.  Man.  We said one kiss."
	I struggled to speak.  When I did I was shocked to hear
what I said.
	"Fuck me."
	"WHAT?"
	"Please, Mike, fuck me.  I want it so bad!"  I tightened
my legs and kissed his now open mouth.
	"Alex, mgnh, listen kid, this is nice and all... mmm... but
I can't..."
	The reality of his words finally sunk into my pleasure
addled brain.  "Please?" I begged, letting my head fall back against
the pillow and looking into his kind, brown eyes.  "Please?"
	"Alex, I can't..."
	"Please?" I whispered.
	"Oh Alex..." he sighed, obviously torn.
	"Mike," I whispered, "I can feel you're hard.  I want you
so bad.  I feel so good."
	He smiled a little.  "I guess you're definitely gay, huh?"
	I nodded, waiting with baited breath for his decision.
	"I don't know," he said, "I've never-"
	"Me neither!"
	He chuckled.  "I figured that."
	I released his neck with my right arm and brought it down
to squeeze his dick through his pants.  He moaned in pleasure.  Going
by instinct I also began to suckle his earlobe and then moved on to
his neck until he was panting and squirming from the multiple
stimulation.
	I began tugging at his t-shirt, and when he didn't protest
I knew I'd get fucked.  I shuddered.  He lifted himself up and helped
get it off.  He was beautiful, sexier than I thought.
	"Wow," I gasped.  He smiled.  The look on his face was one
I didn't recognize.  I realized it was lust.  That turned me on
fiercely.
	He tried to get my t-shirt off too.  I had to help.  I
guess the absence of breasts threw him off for a second, but his
fervor in licking and nibbling my nipples wasn't lacking.  I gasped.
"Wow..." I moaned, "wow."
	He grinned and leaned down fully on me.  I had no chest
hair at all.  He had some, and I felt it against my skin.  It was
incredibly erotic.  Hectically I began fumbling with his belt to get
the pants off him and his dick in me, though I had no idea how that
was to happen.
	"Relax," he whispered huskily.  "Take your time."
	"I can't," I almost cried.  "Now.  Now."
	He grinned and kissed me, making me forget everything else
until I'd calmed down a little.
	Then he sat up long enough to pull off his socks and
loosen his belt so we could push his jeans down together.  I was
shaking.
	His legs were nice too.  I'd seen them before.  Now I felt
them, the thighs in my hands, my legs against the front of his.  I
moaned.
	"Try to relax, baby," he whispered.  "I know it's hard."
	I laughed, and when he realized what he'd said he laughed
too.  It was wonderful.  His eyes would half close when he was
laughing.  So beautiful.
	My hands found his ass.  It was hard and sexy, like all of
him.  Desire surged though me.  I slipped my hands under the fabric
of his boxers.  Oh God.
	He was licking the inside of my mouth now while we kissed.
He was learning how to turn me on so I whimpered, and he would
remember.
	With my cooperation he slid my boxers down and off my
legs, and his right hand caught my dick.
	"Nnngh!" I gasped.
	"Relax, baby."  He squeezed my dick a little, but gently,
and I was able to calm down a little again.
	"Amazing," he mumbled, looking at my dick like he'd never
seen anything like it.  I was a little embarrassed because it wasn't
very big.
	He pushed his own boxers down and I saw his dick for the
first time.  It was thick, and long.  Straight as a ruler.  It looked
enormous to me at the time.  Actually it is pretty big.
	He pressed it down against mine as if to compare.  I
didn't care, I felt like I'd explode with pleasure.
	"Weird," he mumbled, but his voice sounded like it was a
good weird.
	"Fuck me," I gasped.
	He grinned.  "Patience, baby."
	"I'll DIE if you don't do it NOW!"
	He grabbed his discarded pants and pulled out a condom,
which he put on.  I felt like screaming.  It was torture waiting for
him.
	When the condom was rolled on he lay down on me, and I
raised my legs instinctively.  I was past embarrassment.  I didn't
care that I was begging for it.  I just wanted it.
	But he realized that he couldn't just push in.  He had to
prepare.  He was big, I was a virgin - it couldn't happen without a
bit of work.  That's where his inexperience showed, that he realized
so late, but he did, and he set about making it happen.
	Carefully he put a finger in me.  I clamped down on it,
but it felt great.  It took him some work but he soon had the finger
all the way in me, and he added another finger.  In the end he had
three in me and I was thrashing around.
	"I'll scream if you don't do it," I gasped.
	There was no wise crack, no grin.  He was so horny himself
now all he could do was grab his dick, point it to my hole and start
pushing inside.
	It hurt a good deal even though he went slow and used spit
to make it easier.  It hurt, but I loved it.  His face was wet with
sweat, his whole body in fact, and some dripped on me.  It made me
feel great.  I pulled him down in a kiss, a sloppy one.
	When he was half way in he paused, allowing me to get used
to it.  We kissed but stayed still otherwise.  Both of us might have
lost control if we hadn't.
	Then he moved again.  I lifted my legs as high on his back
as I could.  I knew without a doubt that I was born to be fucked like
this.
	Eventually he was all the way in.  I was proud.  I'd taken
it and he liked it.
	"Aww God, Alex..." he moaned.  "I never thought..."
	I silenced him with a kiss.
	That's how I was fucked for the first time, with Mike
resting his full weight on me and giving me all he had.  Beautiful.
	None of us lasted as long as we would have liked, but God!
What an orgasm when I came.  We were kissing when I did, and it hit
our chests and faces.  Mike didn't bat an eyelid but just kept
fucking me and kissing, even though it had to be weird for him.
	Even better was when he came.  He shuddered all over and
moaned, and I knew he felt good because of me.  I had my tongue all
the way in his mouth by then, and I felt all the vibrations from his
moan.  I was happy.

	"Wow," he mumbled a few minutes later.  I was in his arms.
He held me tight and I was licking his breast lazily, enjoying his
smell and his warmth.  I knew I loved him.  I hoped he still liked
me.
	"Wow," he repeated.  "That was unbelievable."
	I looked up at him.  "Good?"
	"Yeah, man.  Great."  He kissed the top of my head.
	"I lov- I mean liked it too."
	He grinned.
	"Better than my sister?" I asked, suddenly feeling a pang
of bitterness.
	"You may not have breasts, kid, but you're a lot cuter,
that's for sure."
	I glowed.  "I'm not a virgin anymore," I sighed happily,
stretching in his arms.
	"That's for sure."
	"Thank you."
	"No, Alex," he protested.  "Thank YOU.  I've never done
this before but it was beautiful.  Thanks."
	I kissed him.
	"Let's go shower," he suggested.  "Don't want to be like
this if anyone comes."
	I didn't want to tell him no one ever came to my room.
Instead I smiled.  "I'm too tired."
	"I'll carry you."
	I smiled wider.



	When we were done in the shower - I did feel him all over
but we didn't have sex again - he had to go home to study.
	"Look, Alex, it was great and I don't regret it," he said,
"but I'm not sure we should do it again.  You're too young, and,
well, I'm not gay."
	I was devastated.  I guess I should have known that would
be the deal, but I was in love, and it was hard to hear him say that.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.  But of course my face spoke
volumes.
	"But I think of you as a friend.  You know?  We can hang
out and stuff.  I like you.  We can even hang out when I'm no longer
with your sister."
	"She's cheating on you," I blurted.
	He frowned.  "I know."
	"But... why are you still with her then?" I asked, puzzled.
	He smiled.  "Because I like you.  I wanted to hang out
with you 'cause I think you're great.  I would have dumped her long
ago if not for you."
	I glowed.  That had made feel good about myself again.
	"Besides," he grinned, "technically I just cheated on her
too.  I made love to someone else."
	Made love.  The words echoed in my head.  My heart
swelled.
	"I never made love to her, just sex," he added, more to
himself than me.
	When he left I got to kiss him.  He even held me a little.
But we agreed that we couldn't do all that any more when he'd left.
I agreed because I wanted to see him again, and I'd do anything to
make him happy.



	Mike didn't come to our house after that.  My sister
brought a string of other men home, and I realized that she and Mike
were no longer seeing each other.  I thought about him every day -
much to Syllie's regret.  She didn't approve of what I'd done, but
she was sympathetic when I missed him, which was all the time.
	I didn't have his address or phone number.  I only knew he
lived on campus somewhere.  So two weeks after Mike made love to me I
snuck into my sister's room and found her little black book.  She
kept all the phone numbers of guys she'd dated, and it didn't take me
long to find the book under her mattress.  There he was.  Mike Adela.
I wrote the whole thing down, because I knew I had to talk to him
again.  I also noted her rating.  She rated all her men it seemed.
Mike good top rating.  I had thought so.
	Chuck, her latest, wouldn't be coming back, judging by his
rating.
	Two days later, Saturday, I hopped on my rarely used bike
and went to see him.
	It was easy enough to find, a dorm room on the first
floor.  Number 237.  My heart started beating faster when I raised my
hand to knock, but I knew I had to.  Especially now that I'd come all
this way.
	I knocked.
	The door was opened, not by Mike but by a tall black man.
I panicked for a moment before I realized it was probably his
roommate.
	"Um... I'm looking for Mike...?" I stammered.
	"He's not here," the man said.  "Who are you, kid?"
	"I'm uh, a friend of his.  He used to date my sister."
	"Oh, you must be Alex!  He said she had a cool brother but
she was a bitch.  Oh, shit, I'm sorry!"  His eyes bulged.  "It just
flew out..."
	"Don't worry, it's true."  I smiled.
	The black man grinned and stuck out his hand.  "Geoff."
	"Alex."
	"So, do you want to come in and wait?  He should be here
soon."  Geoff opened the door.
	"I don't know..."  I hesitated.
	"It's alright, come on."  He let me in.  "You'd better sit
in my chair," he grinned.  Mike's half of the room was a mess of
books and clothes.
	"But where will you...?"
	"I'll just take the bed.  Sit down."  He sat on his bed.
"I'm afraid I only have beer, and you look a little young for that.
I could make some tea, if...?"
	"No no, I'm fine."  I looked around.  It was a nice room,
if messy.  It smelled faintly of Mike.
	"Mike isn't dating your sister any more, is he?" Geoff
started, when Mike opened the door and burst in.
	"Hey G, I..."  He stopped when he saw me.  "Alex..."
	"Um... hi."  I smiled, but it took him a while to smile
back.  "I was just passing by," I said, knowing he wouldn't buy that.
	"Oh.  How's it going?" he asked, glancing at Geoff as if
to see if I'd told him anything about... us.
	"OK."  I looked down.  His smile was still strained, and
he hadn't touched me.  Clearly he wasn't glad to see me at all.  I'd
somehow deep down hoped that he'd want me, that I'd walk through the
door and he'd jump up and hug me and kiss me.
	Not so.
	When I looked back up he was staring at me with a frown.
	"I guess it's a bad time," I stammered.  "I'll just see
you some other day."  I got up from the chair, careful not to look at
Geoff so he wouldn't see the tears brimming in my eyes.
	"No, wait, Alex."  Mike sighed.  "I'm sorry.  I just
didn't expect to see you, that's all."  He reached out with his arm
and held me back.  "Let me clear you some space on my bed."
	He blushed when he thought about what he'd said, but I
don't think Geoff caught it.
	"Are you OK, kid?" Geoff asked.  I guess I didn't look too
hot.
	"Actually he's 16," Mike said.  "He's not a kid."  He
grinned at me.  It was the first time I'd seen him smile that day.
	I smiled back, relieved.
	He sat down next to me.  I longed for him to put his arm
around me.  I think Geoff could tell there was something there.  He
stared at me in a funny way.  I blushed and looked down.
	Then I felt it.  Mike's arm around me.
	It felt amazing.
	"I'm glad you came," he said.  "It's good to see you."
	I almost cried just from that.  I was a sorry mess.
	"I--I thought maybe you didn't want me to come."
	"No, Alex.  You're always welcome."  He squeezed me a
little.
	"Thanks."  I smiled a little.
	"I should have called you.  I just..."  He paused.
	"I understand," I said, and I did.
	"Listen, guys, I'm going to go shopping.  Do you need
anything?"
	"No, we're fine," Mike replied.  "Thanks."  I think he
winked at Geoff when he said it, but I'm not sure.
	"Did he leave us alone on purpose?" I asked.
	Mike looked at me a second, then nodded.
	I was still enjoying his arm around me, but I knew I'd
forced myself on him a little.
	"Mike... do you... would you... is it better if I just left?"
I stuttered.  I blushed.  God, let him say no.
	"No, Alex.  Please stay.  I just... I was surprised to see
you.  I've had to think a lot about what happened.  I mean... you
know."
	I nodded.  "I thought so."  I lifted my head and looked at
him.  His warm brown eyes were on mine.  "Mike... even if you say I
can never kiss you again I'll always remember what we did.  To me it
was wonderful, just wonderful, even if maybe for you it wasn't..."  I
faltered.
	"Alex, buddy.  I like you.  A lot.  But we can't kiss
again.  Or anything else."
	I swallowed and nodded.  Tears welled up again, and this
time one fell.
	"All I ever do is cry," I muttered angrily when I wiped it
away.
	"I'm sorry, but I just can't."  He looked genuinely sorry.
	"But you could very well when we... you know," I protested.
	"Yeah, but... I don't know.  I was expecting to have sex
with your sister."  He shook his head.  "Geez.  But you did know that
she has sex with her boyfriends, didn't you?"
	"I'm not a fool," I snapped, my hurt spilling over.
	"Sorry," he mumbled.
	"So it was just because you didn't get to fuck my sister?"
I asked.  "I mean, I know I pushed you, but I still thought you liked
me a little at least."  My hands shook I was so upset.
	"I do like you, Alex, but I really do just prefer girls."
	I didn't hear his words.  "Is it because I'm hideous?"
	"No, Alex! You're very pretty."  He smiled weakly.  "If
you walk into a gay bar somewhere I bet you there isn't a man there
who wouldn't love to fuck you.  You look like you were made for it."
	I didn't believe him.  I thought he was making it up, but
he was right.  I've learned that later.  If I wasn't so monogamous I
could have a lot of men.  But I only need one.
	"Whatever," I mumbled, turning away from him.  Then I
started resenting myself for acting like a spoiled kid.  I turned to
face him.  "Sorry.  I guess I had impossible dreams."
	He tightened his grip on me.  "About me?"
	I nodded, embarrassed.  "I guess I hoped you'd hug me and
kiss me and... want me."  He started to speak, but I interrupted him.
"Don't say anything.  I know you don't want me.  I understand."
	I stood up.  "I think I should go.  You've been great to
me, Mike.  Even if it hurts now..."  I wanted to say I'd remember him
for good things, but I suddenly couldn't speak.
	"Oh Alex."  He hugged me to him, and I sniffled a little,
trying hard to regain control.
	I looked up at him.  His brown eyes met mine.  He smelled
wonderful and looked great.  I wanted him very much.  The knowledge
that he didn't want me covered my eyes in wetness, but the desire was
underneath.  I guess that was a powerful combination, because he
stared at me for moment before groaning "aww FUCK!" and leaning down
to kiss me.
	It came unexpected for me, but I was aflame at once.  I
clung to him and sucked on his tongue with great concentration.  He
whimpered.
	My arms locked round his neck where I'd found they fit
very well.  I moaned in ecstasy.
	He led me back toward the bed and lay me down, falling on
top of me.  He broke the kiss in the process and licked his lips.
	"I'd promised myself not to do this," he smiled, his eyes
blazing with desire.  "If I do it twice I'll be doing it a lifetime."
	I hardly heard what he said, I wanted him so bad.  I would
later realize that my desire was irresistible to him, much more than
anything else.
	I tugged and tore at his clothes, gasping.
	"Please, please," I whispered.
	"Yeah, baby, it's OK.  We're going to do it."  He pulled
off his shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere.  I could see his
chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths.
	I sat up and started to help peel off his shoes and socks
and jeans.  No doubt it would have been faster for him to do it
himself, because we were both so anxious, but undressing him was very
erotic.
	We didn't stop until he was naked.  I admired his tan
(almost all over) leanness, his strength.  And I wanted his erect,
hard dick in me.
	He'd paused when I looked at him allowing me to do it, but
when the pause was over he sprung into action, ripping my clothes off
and getting me naked in record time.  One moment I was dressed, the
next naked.  Not that I minded.  I always preferred to be naked with
him, rather than clothed.
	"You're so fucking cute," he mumbled hoarsely.
	I purred, enjoying his words.  His hands were all over me,
but when I began to whimper in protest he got the message and zoomed
in on the target.  He knew the procedure now and proceeded to open me
up, before slowly pushing his latex covered dick inside.
	"Next time I'll have bought some lube," he promised.
	The words 'next time' sent me into orbit.
	There was no doubt in him any longer.  His eyes were
melting, liquid when they looked at me.  While he still worked to get
all they way into me he just stared into my eyes like he was looking
for something.  I don't know what.
	"How do you do that?" he asked in wonder.
	"What?" I croaked.
	"Look so... sexual.  It's like you cast a spell.  I swear,
there's not a man alive who wouldn't gladly rip your clothes off and
fuck you silly if you gave him that look."
	I shook my head at him.
	"It's very powerful," he mumbled.  "Sweet."
	Then finally he was all the way in and he could apply all
his skill.  After a few minutes I was babbling incoherently, my legs
locked high up his back, while he sucked my neck and fucked me.  I
never felt more alive.
	Afterwards we cuddled, and that was almost even better.
He smelled wonderful.  That smell screams 'sex' to me even today.
And his arms were strong, and I felt so safe and loved there in his
arms, in his bed, under all the clothes and with piles of books
around us.  I fell asleep, happy.
	About an hour later I slipped out of bed and put on my
boxer briefs.
	"Where are you going, baby?" Mike asked drowsily from the
bed.
	"Nowhere, I'm just going to tidy up this mess," I told
him.  It had been driving me crazy to look at it from the bed.
	"No, just leave it," he mumbled.  "I'll do it.  Sleep."
He closed his eyes.
	I smiled.  "That's OK, you put in a great effort.  You
sleep."  There was still evidence of that effort in the slight pain
when I moved, but I was floating so high on after-sex I hardly felt
it.  I began organizing the clothes on the floor and desk.
	Neither of us had thought about Geoff.
	He came barging in a few minutes later.  There was really
nothing we could do.  I mean, I was in my boxer briefs and nothing
else.  I'd still not picked up all our discarded clothes among all of
Mike's other stuff, and Mike was still in bed, naked.  The room must
have smelled like sex.  And if that wasn't enough he could have just
looked at me.  I was practically GLOWING with it.  Everybody can
always see when I've been fucked, even now.  It's very obvious.
	"Adela, you bad boy," he grinned.  "Pussy not enough for
you?"
	Mike sat up, wide awake in an instant.  "Fuck!" he
mumbled.
	"Looks like that already happened," Geoff grinned.  He'd
closed the door, and now he locked it.
	Mike jumped out of bed, stark naked, and put his arm
around me.  He then looked at Geoff as if to challenge him to say
anything.
	"Relax, man, I'm cool.  I knew the minute I saw that sweet
piece of sugar that you'd be fucking him today," Geoff grinned.  "If
anybody ever screamed 'fuck me' it's him when he saw you."  He sat
down on the end of his own bed.  "And he has a nice ass."
	Mike's hand cupped my ass possessively.  "This ass is
mine, all mine, G.  No one else's."
	I swelled.  I thought I would burst.  Love pulsed through
me.
	When I came to I saw Geoff grin at me, but not in an
unpleasant way.  "Boy," he said.  "You in LOVE."
	I blushed and nodded.  I was afraid to look at Mike, but I
heard his voice.
	"So am I.  I love him."
	I looked up at him, the man I loved.  The man I still
love.  He smiled tenderly at me and bent down to hug me and kiss me.
	"I love you, Alexander," he said.
	"I love you too," I gasped, gloriously happy and not used
to it.
	"Aww," Geoff grinned.  That's how he still is, always.
Thank God he finally found himself a wife to keep him in line.  "I
don't normally hug naked men, but I think this calls for it," he
continued, pulling Mike into a hug.  "Good work, buddy.  He's just
what you need."
	"Actually he seduced me," Mike grinned, winking at me.
	"And you," Geoff said, releasing Mike and smiling at me.
"He's just what you need too, if I'm not wrong."  He scooped me into
a hug.  I liked him already.  Syllie never did.  She claims he took
all the good women from her.
	"Hey!" Mike yelled, pulling Geoff away when his big hands
slid down to grab my ass.  Geoff grinned.  So did I.  I knew already
that Geoff had no interest in me sexually, he was just teasing Mike
who was always a little jealous.  He guards me like an angry lion.
Of course I love it.
	"Now if you don't mind we were in the middle of
something," Mike said.
	"He was cleaning your mess and you were sleeping," Geoff
pointed out.
	Mike smiled.  "But now I believe he needs a good fucking.
But you're welcome to stay and watch..."
	"Ugh, no thanks," Geoff grinned.  "One more hour.  Both of
you be decent when I come back."
	"Yeah, yeah," I nodded, already shaking with desire.
	"Mike, buddy, I think you're right that he needs it,"
Geoff laughed before leaving.
	Mike was right about it.  I did need it.  And I've needed
it many times since.


	I still remember lying in Mike's bed in his messy room
with him.  It marked the beginning of something new in my life.  I
started spending more and more time there with him because I liked it
better than my own house, and thanks to me it ended up tidy and
clean.  There was no way we could keep me secret and the other people
in the dorm soon found out, and they teased Mike mercilessly about
being my 'daddy'.  He took it in a stride.  When we met people there
he'd always make a point of grabbing my hand or squeezing my shoulder
or something, showing me off.  At first I thought it was because he
refused to be cowed, but one day I realized it was because he was
proud of me.  I was very happy that day.
	My parents never said anything, and they never
acknowledged that they'd seen Mike before I brought him to my house.
Today I rarely see them.  My sister was shocked for a little while,
but she had other things to do and it didn't interest her much.  She
went on to get her degree in record time.  We never speak.  I met her
by accident once not long ago.  Both of us pretended not to know the
other.
	There was a good distance from my school to our dorm room,
but I still preferred it to my parents' house, and they never
restricted me in that way.  They were just as happy when I was out of
the house, maybe happier, as when I was in it.  I traveled the
distance to school in the morning on my bike, which was good for me.
The only bad thing about moving was it took me away from Syllie, and
she never really liked the dorm.  We would meet at her place and
she'd bitch about how it was nauseating to see her once pleasantly
bitter friend turned into a happy housewife.  It was her way of
telling me she was happy for me.
	We lived in the dorm room for almost two years before Mike
graduated and got a job.  We got a nice little semi-detached house
with a big garden.  Sounds boring or banal, maybe, but it's all I
ever wanted.  When I'm in that garden with Mike I marvel at the way
my life changed.  It was like the needle flew out from the haystack
into my hand, because I don't think I did much searching for it.  And
what are the odds?  I'm grateful though.
	That afternoon in Mike's dorm room bed when he thought I
was asleep he felt my fingers with his in a loving way, stretching
mine against the sheet.
	"So this is what my life will be," I heard him mumble.
There was no regret in his voice.


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