Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2004 04:51:42 +0000 From: Enrique Smits <wideeyedone@hotmail.com> Subject: Never is a Promise, Chapter 9 Disclaimer: The author of this work of fiction does not assume any responsibility for your viewing of this document. By reading below these lines, you consent that you are a.) Above the age of 18 or of legal age to view adult content in your state/country/province and b.) You agree that any consequences that may result from this fiction are not the author's responsibility, c.) That you will not reproduce, copy, sell or distribute this fiction without author's expressed permission. In the following story you will witness two consenting individuals who may engage in sexual activity. If you do not approve or like to read such material, don't move on. Authors Note: Thanks so much everyone for your wonderful comments, I really do appreciate them. I get a lot of questions about the origin of this story so let me clarify for everyone. This is basically the story of my first real love. Some of the names are fake, but most are real. It's a true story as far as I remember it, and has become a catharsis as I continue to write it. I keep remembering little things here and there that I feel like I should put in that I've skipped over, maybe when I am done writing this I'll revise it and put in what I've missed. In any case, this story does have an end, but it's going to take me a while to get there so no worries right away. And sex, lots of sex as I remember it haha. Again, thanks so much for your comments Please let me know what you think of the story, I love the feedback and I try to reply to everyone who writes. All comments are welcome at wideeyedone@hotmail.com _______________________________________________________________________________ Sometimes this house of mine suffocates me. My mom had found this rental property a couple of years ago and the rent was pretty cheap and it gave us room to move around in it, so she decided to take it. It was certainly better than living at her friend's house and being forced to share a room with three other people after my dad left, but sometimes, when nobody was around, the house seemed overwhelmingly large and empty. I didn't like to be alone, and when I was in the house by myself it magnified the feeling of solitude. It wasn't the nicest place on earth, but like I said, anywhere was better than the place we were at before, and we did try to make it as cozy as humanly possible. The house was old and must have been built in the 50's I assumed by the strange olive colored carpet that ran through the downstairs from the kitchen to the living room to my mother's room. The walls were papered with a mix of yellow and olive in the kitchen and then the living room was a tan color with a rickety sun porch attached to it where the main door led. It was two stories, and I was excited when we moved in because I got the entire upstairs wing of the house. It was the first time I had ever felt so free or grown up to have my own space for real. It was kind of like having an apartment of my own, except for the fact that when you have your own apartment you usually don't have to deal with nagging mothers. The upstairs was entirely wood floors, not nice wood mind you, but wood that looked like it was supposed to have carpet on top of it but somehow no one ever got around to it. I had rugs thrown all over the place covering the ugliness of the blackened or beaten down looking planks. Once, while I was running around in my underwear I decided that it would be fun to recreate the "Old time rock and roll" scene from "Risky Business" and ended up with about a hundred slivers in my poor feet, so the rugs were there for precautionary reasons rather than aesthetic. I was nervous, and I was pacing. It's crazy, how fast things change and you don't even sit down and take a second to realize the impact of those changes on your life. Here I was waiting for my best friend in the world to come over to my house. Before now it would have been no big deal and I would have just been upstairs watching infomercials like I always did, Aaron would come in without knocking, peel his shoes off and climb up on my bed and start doing homework or something and it would have been no big deal, that's just how we worked. Boy have things changed. Now, instead of not noticing Aaron, all I did was think about him, how much I wanted to taste him, feel him against me. It's kind of like I was a blind person who all of the sudden regained their sight. I notice everything, being around him is a new experience all of the sudden even though I feel like I've known this kid forever. It's weird, and it's wonderful all at the same time. I don't know how to behave anymore, I'm still learning all the right ways to do things and the right things to say and feel and then there's the issue of sex.... "Hey daydreamer, wake up" Aaron said. I shook my head as though to shake the cobwebs off of me and I turned around to see Aaron standing at my bedroom door. He was bashfully digging his foot around at the floor and his hair was falling in his face. In his hands he held a daffodil and some sort of plant. I walked over to the doorway and he picked his head up and smiled at me. His eyes were sparkly and I kissed him softly on the lips. "Hi" I said, smiling and chewing my lip "Is that for me, is that my surprise?" Aaron kind of giggled and handed me the daffodil. "I thought maybe you could put it in the Spanish glass vase of your mom's, I know how you like yellow flowers." "I do love them, thank you, what's with the plant though? Do you think I need to liven up the room or something?" I asked Aaron walked over to the dresser and set the plant down on top of it. It was a raggedy looking thing with only about six or seven leaves on it. It definitely needed some TLC. I walked behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to me and nuzzled into his back. "So, what's the deal with the plant babe?" I asked "I love it when you put your arms around me" he said, completely ignoring the question until he felt like getting around to it, he does this often. "it's the best feeling in the world, it feels so...right" "I know" "You know Tuck, things have changed so much and I'm trying to deal with the transition..." "I know" I said "....and I was thinking today, you have your things and I have mine, and yeah, I come over here and share your things, like the car, your mom..." "Mom loves you babe, you know that" "...I know, but let me get to the point." "Ok" I said and kissed his neck. "Go ahead" Aaron started rubbing my hands as we stood there. "Well, I was thinking, my mom had this plant that she never even waters. It needs a lot of care and I think it could be a cool plant, and I thought we could bring it back to life, together, you know and it would be...you know, ours. Not yours or mine, ours." I hugged him tighter to me. "Do you think that's dumb?" He asked "I think that is one of the most thoughtful and wonderful things I have ever heard out of the mouth of any person." Aaron turned around inside my arms and wrapped his around me. I loved the way this boy looked at me. He made me feel like I was the most special person in the entire world. "We should name it, don't you think?" I said "What should we name it?" he asked. "I don't know, what about Felix?" I said "Felix the plant??" Aaron gave me this look like "you can't be serious". Aaron laughed and let go of me and dropped onto the bed. "Honey, your shoes!" I scolded He grimaced at me and kicked off his shoes and started singing.."Felix the plant, the wonderful, wonderful plant..." I laughed and jumped on him and tried to smother him "Don't make fun of my plant's name you ass!" I said "Our plant" he said I sat there straddled on top of him pinning his arms back with my own. "Yes, our plant" I said and then I laid down next to him. I was totally out of breath from wrestling around with him on the bed. Aaron was on his back laying down, so I curled up into him and laid my head next to his. I could hear his ragged breaths, he was trying hard not to get pinned by me and I think I overexerted him. "Hey, you ok" I asked He turned his head to mine and laughed. "Yes" he said through the laughter. "Please kiss me" I said and pulled him by the shirt to me. We started kissing and the more I kissed him the more I wanted him, his hands were all over me, grabbing my chest, then my ass and finally on to my cock through my pants. While we were still kissing I sat up and pulled him with me, I started pulling his shirt over his head and he started doing the same and then he pushed away from me. "Wait" he said "Huh?" I said and gave him this incredulous look Aaron got up and went out the door, he came back a second later with his back pack. He closed the blinds in my windows and brought out a candle and lit it, placing it next to Felix on the dresser. He turned out the lights and popped a cd in the player and brought the backpack back with him, placing it next to the bed. "I want this to be perfect" he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and climbed back into bed. "How could it not be, I'm with you" I said. I kissed him again on the mouth. Aaron slowly took my shirt off of me and then pulled me to him. The feeling of his bare skin against mine was electric and drove me insane. I kissed him again and realized we were both trembling. We both knew it was time. We never spoke a word, but our bodies relayed the message. We were going to make love and we were both terrified. The most important moment in our lives was about to happen. I had never felt such a powerful physical pull toward someone in my entire life as I did that night. I wanted him so badly, I wanted to be as close to him as possible, I wanted to be inside him and become one with him. And it was about to happen.