Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2000 07:36:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Willie Hewes <williehewes@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Learning Years (12)

Ok, so this episode is two weeks late, but fear not, the next one will be
in time. In all probability, that will also be the last one. |`: Yes, well,
you can't stretch these things on forever. Or maybe you can, but I
can't. Something to ease the pain a little; I will still be adding to "The
Twins", in the incest section of this same site. And of course you can read
all that and more on my own site: www.geocities.com/willie_hewes

Till next time, enjoy,
Willie


Part 12

Charlie didn't want to stay after that. He said it was best to give them
time to get used to it, and not rub it in their faces too much. I guess he
was right, although at the moment, it almost felt like a dejection. I also
worried about where Charlie was going to stay, but he told me not to.
     "I've paid my rent for this month, they can't kick me out. Besides,
Menno's not such a bad guy. He'll let me stay on 'till I find something
else."
     "But when will you find something else?"
     "Something will pop up. It's not hard to find a place when you're
desparate." I couldn't help feeling guilty, after all, if it hadn't been
for me, he would still be at his old place. And he would never be able to
find something as good as that.

     The day I came out to my parents was a weird day. I went to the
lectures and classes but didn't pay attention and didn't take any notes. I
kept thinking about my parents, my father going: "Not under my roof", my
mother crying. I also wondered about Charlie and Menno. Had they really
been lovers, or was it just a one-night thing? Was Menno his first? If they
had been lovers, what went wrong? Charlie's so-called curse? Did he break
Menno's heart? Did he? Did he cheat, even thoough they were *living
together*? If they had been living together, they must have been
lovers. Really, in love. And if he could do it to Menno, his first love,
could he do it to me?

      I couldn't go to his place, or at least, he said it would be better
it I didn't, and he couldn't stay over at my place either. It could take a
long time before we could be alone and unobserved again. I almost felt
sorry we didn't take the opportunity of the night before.

     I never told Charlie that I felt so disappointed, and that I even
doubted him. But I guess he noticed I was down. In the weeks that followed,
we went out, to the cinema, and to some pubs, although that wasn't really
my cup of tea. I bravely told my parents whenever I was going out with him,
and they didn't say anything to stop me. Sometimes I thought they were
indeed getting used to it, and sometimes I thought things were only getting
harder each time.

     So, we went shopping together, we went to the movies, we made out in
dark alleys... I liked it, I liked being a bit secret about things, I liked
the constant tension between us. I became more and more convinced that I
really loved him. On the other hand, the waiting was taking its toll on
both of us.
      "Isn't there someplace we can go?" I asked after we had kissed behind
a pillar on central station for over five minutes. "Some quiet place, an
abandoned building?" He pressed his hips against mine.
      "All the abandoned buildings in Leiden are squatted."
      "Damn! I wanna do it, Charlie." He sighed.
      "Yeah I know, me too." I hesitated for a moment before I said,
"Charlie, I might know a way." He looked up. There was no turning back now,
so I went on; "My parents are going to be away for the weekend next
week. Friday afternoon to Sunday evening. I could ask Cyrill to stay at her
friend's house."
      "And... you would let me come over?"
      "I, I don't know. I think so, yes. That would mean I have to go
against my parents..." He frowned.
      "And you would do that?" This was exactly the problem. I didn't want
to disobey my parents, I had promised them, I had always been a good boy,
they trusted me.
      "I don't know," I said, "I think so. Well, hey, I'm a teenager, they
shouldn't trust me with their house! I'm supposed to disobey them, it's my
JOB!" He chuckled.
      "I think you're right."
      "It's my job to disobey my parents?"
      "Yes, absolutely," he hissed in my ear, "it's your duty to disobey
them, to invite me to your house and treat me like a king, to sin in their
own bed. We should do it in the livingroom, you know, on the dinner-table,
in front of the television, I'll make you feel good, Eddy, so good you'll
never forget, you'll think..."
      "Alright Mephistoles, thank you," I said laughing. "You can go now."
He smiled, a naughty look still in his eyes.
      "So, we'll do it, right?"
      "Yes." I was so exited I could hardly keep still. I danced over the
green-and-white tiled floor. "Yes, we'll do it! We'll do it! I'll miss my
bus, shit!" We raced to the bus and caught it just in time. I got in after
a very quick goodbye-kiss and fumbled for my PT-pass. The busdriver gave me
a very greasy smile, and I wondered if it was the one who had driven the
bus on my initial "coming out". I don't think it was, though.

                             ***

That friday, I was as nervous as I had ever been. Luckily, my parents were
pretty exited themselves, about their trip to London that is, so they
didn't notice it. Cyrill did, though. We had agreed she would stay at her
friend's house 'till Saturday afternoon, so from the time when my parents
were gone 'till then, Charlie and I had the house to ourselves. It was
clear that she didn't approve of my plans, but I told her she could expect
any kind of favour from me in the future, and she couldn't resist that. I
had only recently discovered that the rules of our parents could be
stretched or broken, to her, this was a way of life.

     Charlie would be at the busstop at around half past five, I'd pick him
up from there. I skipped some classes to be home early, so I would have
enough time to make some preparations. I wanted to have a romantic dinner,
with candlelight, the kind of evening we would have had a couple of weeks
ago if Menno hadn't barged in to mess everything up. I'm not much of a
cook, but there's a few things I can manage. I found macaroni and
instant-sauce in the kitchen, and got ingredients for a salad, and a bottle
of wine. Maybe not the best meal ever, but it at least surpassed the
default student's meal. I changed the sheets on my parents' bed, carefully
putting away the original ones so I could put them back afterwards. That
way, they couldn't possibly smell anything, and they wouldn't have
misteriously clean sheets when they got back. I looked around the room and
wondered if I would really be able to have sex in my parents' bedroom. Not
with all their things lying around, I decided. So I hid the photo's of me
and Cyrill in a drawer, put away all their clothes, my mothers make-up, my
father's electric razor and a lot of other stuff. When everything except
the furniture was out of sight, I lay back on the bed and tried to imagine
Charlie and me lying there together. Yes, I thought, this could work. I
also changed my clothes at least three times that afternoon, and then
decided that I wanted to shower before he would here, so I had to get
dressed all over again, and I was almost late in picking him up from the
busstop. Fortunately, I began to feel more relaxed when I rode home with
Charlie on the passenger seat of my bike. He held himself in place with one
hand around my waiste, although this wasn't necessary, and it made me feel
like there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. It would just be me
and him, all afternoon.

     It's really not very interesting to go into the details of what
happened that afternoon. We just talked a lot, we prepared dinner, we made
out on the couch while the macaroni was getting cold. I had just decided we
should just skip dinner and get naked right then, when his stomack suddenly
made a suspicious sound. We both laughed and he said:
     "We should eat." I agreed, and so there I was, too nervous and horny
to eat, and he too hungry not to. I remeber I was talking to him all the
time, but it can't have been about anything important, for I don't remeber
anything I said.

     But this isn't really the stuff you want to hear about, right? You
want to hear about us doing it. Alright then, I'll tell you about it. Next
time.