Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2017 12:11:32 -0600
From: Kit Darling <kittykatdarling989@gmail.com>
Subject: Let's Meet Forever Chapter 7

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CHAPTER 7


KENNEDY


"Do you?" he asked anxiously. I felt my heart beating wildly in
my chest. My head was fuzzy as heck. Did I? Did I want to kiss
him? Was I about to do this? What did it mean? Nothing. Kisses
mean nothing unless you want them to, right? Anyways, I put my
hand on his soft, tan cheek. His breath caught in his throat.

I put my lips on his and he sort of moved around confused before
he kissed back. A shock flew through my body and I felt like
something in me had been awakened. We kissed for what seemed
like eternity, both of us drawing away but our lips were like
magnets. We longed for each other. We wanted each other. No-
needed each other. My head was racing. It felt amazing. It was
crazy. It was dangerous but felt so safe.

His mouth tasted like cookies. They were soft and red and warm
and driving me wild. His hand found my head and his fingers
tousled my hair as he kissed me back. I lifted my hand to his
soft tan cheek before snaking it up and through his moon-blonde
hair. I didn't want to stop- I couldn't. As he went to pull
away, I put a hand on the back of his head and touched my tongue
to his lips.

Aspen mouth opened and allowed entry. I probed his mouth as he
held my head as close to his as he could. He drew away just
enough to nibble on my lip and stir up a craziness inside me. I
pulled him closer. He climbed into my lap and straddled me as I
ran my hands up and down his back. Our mouths mashed together in
desperation and passion and hunger. Weirdly, it felt familiar.
Like I'd done it a million times before this.

His fingers twisted through my hair as he started to wrestle my
tongue with his. He reached up my shirt and caressed my
abdominal muscles. I slid my hands up the back of his shirt and
rubbed his smooth back. Our breathing was excited and ragged. I
felt his hardness poking my stomach and I knew he could feel
mine on his butt. He grinded in my lap as we kissed
passionately.

The longer I kissed him the more familiar it became. It was like
a distant memory. Right there in the back of my mind. It was
like looking at a fuzzy picture and trying to change the
resolution so that you can see it more clearly. It was like a
dream, cloudy and confusing but beautiful and familiar all at
the same time. I can't say why, I was his. I wanted to be his. I
wanted him to be mine. I felt whole when my lips were on his. I
felt full. And then he pulled away.

"What...what was that?" Aspen asked as he leaned back against my
member, trying to catch his breath. I put my back against the
back of the loveseat and dropped my hands to the cushions,
suddenly nervous and scared. My breathing was ragged as I
searched my head for any answer.

"I...have no idea," I almost whispered.

"Um, we should get back to cleaning maybe," he scratched the
back of his head and climbed off me. Then he adjusted his
package and chuckled. I felt my face get hot and I got up and
grabbed my garbage bag, holding it over my obvious bulge. He
headed to the kitchen and I went to the living room. The air was
hot and sticky now. I felt terrible and confused and upset. I
channeled my feelings into cleaning and soon we had cleaned
until the house was spotless.

Finally, we were done, I followed him outside with a handful of garbage
bags. As he tossed the last one into the dumpster, Aspen sighed. He turned
and looked at me but stayed silent. I could see his obvious fear. His eyes
looked worried and he bit his lip nervously. I wanted to kiss him again
right then and there.

"Everything okay?" I asked, reaching out and touching his arm
gently.

"Why did we kiss?" he asked sheepishly.

I stood there silently, thinking about it. Why did we kiss? What
does it mean? Does it mean something? The idea that it meant
something scared the shit out of me. I loved Aspen but only as a
friend...right? I was sure that I was straight, but I know what my
body did when his lips were on mine. I panicked.

"We were getting high, we got caught up in an intense moment and
it just happened. Don't read into it," I smiled and turned and
walked inside.



ASPEN



I don't know exactly what happened. Not even a little. Kennedy
and I kissed. Furthermore, he kissed me back. He initiated it!
But what did it mean? I mean, I'd heard that sometimes straight
boys liked to talk about this thing called "high-sexual".
Apparently, it's when you turn gay while you're high. Is that
what happened there for a few moments? Regardless, I was worried
what it meant for our friendship.

"We were getting high, we got caught up in an intense moment and
it just happened. Don't read into it," he said coldly. He smiled
the way your best friends older brother looks at you, even
though you want him. Like a child. Like a hopeless, young thing
that can't handle the truth.

I put my hand to my lips, feeling his on mine again. It was
almost as if we had kissed before. His touch, his mouth- it felt
familiar to me. Why? Why did I know his kiss? Why did I know his
touch? I longed for more. I needed it. His lips seemed to wake
me up from a long slumber I didn't realize I was in. My heart
ached as I thought about him. How long had I felt this way? How
could I be so stupid to fall for a straight guy?

"I'm gonna head home," I said as I followed him back into the
house to get my keys.

"You sure? You can sleep in one of the guest rooms," Kennedy
offered. He seemed distant and detached. I felt uncomfortable
now. I shook my head.

"That's okay, I really need to be home in the morning so I'll
just leave. I think it's better that way. I passed him carefully
and grabbed my keys and jacket.

"I'll see you," I said and went out to my car. I turned the engine over and
pulled away from Kennedy's house. My mind racing a million miles a
minute. I felt fluttery and happy but also confused and sad. I couldn't
comprehend how I felt. It was like he wanted it. I felt him wanting it. I
literally felt his hardness on my back. He started it, didn't he? Or did I
start it? I couldn't remember.

I pulled into my driveway, narrowly missing Gypsum (a rather
large black cat that hung around our garden and chased off
rodents). I got out and he had his back arched, he was angry
with me. I chuckled and knelt to get closer to him. He hissed as
I reached out to pet him and I decided to give him some space.
My mind felt cloudy and suddenly I remembered I was still a
little high.

I was giggling like a schoolgirl when I got up to the front
door. It was three a.m. I was unlocking the door when the knob
turned and it opened on its own. Cypress stood in the doorway
with a furrowed brow. His moon-blonde hair was a tangled mess.
He had dark eyeliner on that was smudged. It looked as though
he'd been asleep or more likely, passed out.

"Do you have any idea what time it is young man?" he asked. I
could tell right away that he was wasted. His eyes were glossed
over and then he burst out laughing. Due to my remaining high, I
started laughing too. We were both doubled over, clutching at
our sides, for what seemed like hours. When we finally settled
down we stared at each other. Quietly he looked me up and down
and could see that my outfit was a little disheveled. I noticed
a bright red stain on his shirt. Must have been Jungle Juice.

"I made out with Stewart," Cypress said with a dreamy look on
his face.

"Stewart Wilson?" I asked incredulously, "Did you like it?" I
asked as we both moved to the front step and sat down, looking
out at the moon and stars.

"I did. A lot," he nodded, "Am I gay?"

"You could be bi, you still like girls, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, girls are lots of fun," Cypress blurted.

"Well then maybe you like both. What did Stewart think of it
all?" I rubbed my hands together to warm them up a little.

"Well it was a wild time at this party we went to-"

"What exactly is this costume you're wearing?" I asked. He had
on leather pants and a flowy black top that was half untucked.

"I was Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time," he said, rubbing his
fist on his eye, smudging the eyeliner more.

"You look like you just got done on a fetish porn shoot," I
started howling with laughter.

"Are you drunk?"

"You know I don't drink!" I giggled, trying to collect myself.

"Are you high?" he was narrowing his already half closed eyes as
his head bobbed around to focus.

"Didn't you have a story you were telling?" I tried diffusing
the situation.

"Oh yeah! So, Stewart and Hayden Hicks and I went to this college party a
few towns away and got super wasted. We ended up playing this ring of fire
game and one of the real hot girls dared us to make out for a solid
minute. With tongue. At first we weren't sure but then we decided to hell
with it. Anyways, we did it and it was wild and hot.

"A little while later, we were leaving the party, Hayden decided to crash
on his brother's futon in the dorms and Stewart and I took a cab back
here. We were sitting in the back seat and he put his head on my shoulder
and I don't know what came over me. Next thing I know, he and I are making
out again in the backseat of the cab!" he chuckled, "It was insane."

"Sounds insane!" I said with a laugh. Then we sat in growing
silence for a bit. I glanced at the time on my dying phone.
Three forty-five a.m.

"How was the party at Valentine's?" he asked.

"It was a time and a half, I wish you'd have come. But then you
may not have gotten your spontaneous make out with Stewart."

"Yeah, I just really hate Valentine. So," he said stone faced.

"Okay," I stood up and went inside.

"Did I say something?" Cypress asked as he followed me.

"I just hate that you hate him," I sighed.

"I hate what he did to Leon," Cy said with a grunt.

"What is it that you think he did to Leon?" I was starting to
get riled up and the high was intensifying it.

"He dropped him off the face of the Earth. Then he outed Leon.
That's probably the shadiest thing you can do to a person," he
crossed his arms and leaned against the bannister.

"You're wrong. You only know one part of the story," I turned
angrily and stomped up the stairs. To think, I was about to tell
him about my night and ask for advice. When I got to my room, I
slammed the door and sat down on my bed. It was so late and I
was so exhausted. I laid back on the mattress and closed my
eyes.



KENNEDY



I sat on the love seat for what seemed like hours after Aspen
left, trying to understand what had happened. I kissed him. I
grabbed his head, I leaned in, I kissed him. What did it mean? I
was high, that's probably all it was. I was high, we were in a
moment. An intense moment. A familiar moment. For some reason, I
felt like we'd kissed before.

I got up and  I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. And
then I dreamt.



I had a bizarre feeling as I walked down the long blue hall way.
A narrow green door stood ahead of me. When I opened it, it was
as though I'd stepped back into the forties. A couch that
matched the color of the door sat in front of a huge bay window.
Two black and white striped chairs sat on either side.  Butter
yellow curtains hung from floor to ceiling on the four windows
in the house. A black and white photo sat on the mantle where a
huge mirror revealed that I no longer looked like me.

The man that stared back from the mirror was in his late
twenties. He had blonde hair combed and gelled back. He had on a
dark grey suit and a briefcase. I moved closer to the photo. It
was the man from the mirror and a woman standing next to him.
She had dark skin and her hair pulled up under a pill box hat. A
little mesh veil fell over her eyes and she had on a tea length,
white dress.  She was beautiful.

"You're home!" a voice sang behind me. I turned to see the woman
from the photo. She had on a pale blue waitress gown with an
apron, "I didn't hear you come in!"

"How was work?" I asked without thinking. She skipped across the
room and hugged me tight before kissing me. A familiar kiss.
Aspen's kiss.



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey Kitties! Sorry for the long hiatus. I was in a really dark place and I
did a thoughtless thing and ended up in the hospital for a bit. I'm feeling
much better now and I'm hoping to finish this story! I know many of you
have e-mailed me and I apologize for not responding. Where I was, they
didn't let me have technology to the outside world except to call my
mom. Please forgive my absence and I hope you enjoy what's coming next!
Kisses! =^.^= Kit