Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 18:32:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Smpthy4TheDevil <smpthy4thedevil@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Are The Odds? pt. 2 (highschool)

La dee da. Chapter 2. How fun. Yay me.

Okay. While some of the story is based on my experiences and experiences of
people I know, it is, for the most part, fictional.

If you feel the urge to email me, which I sincerely hope you do, my email
is: Smpthy4TheDevil@yahoo.com

If you're not 18 or older, then technically, you shouldn't read this
story. I really don't care one way or the other, but if you get it trouble
it isn't my fault, because I told you to shoo.

And so....

Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the disclaimer. That's right, the
disclaimer. Since this is an adult-oriented story, the American apple pie
institution known as parental discretion will not be able to cleanse any
sense of innuendo or sarcasm from the words that might actually make you
think.

So protect your family. This story contains explicit depictions of things
which are real. These real things are commonly known as life. So, if it
sounds sarcastic, don't take it seriously. If it sounds dangerous, do not
try this at home -- or at all. And if it offends you, just don't read it.

Damn hippie.

******** An Author's Note ******** Wow. You guys are beyond cool. I got WAY
more emails than I even hoped I would get for the first chapter. You guys
are so nice. I just wanted to thank everyone who gave me encouragement. I
lurve you all.  ********



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What Are The Odds?

Chapter 2 ************************




The next week seemed to fly by at an alarming rate. Adam and I hung out
almost every day after school and on the weekend, and I made a few new
friends, some strange folks Violet encountered at the mall and decided to
bring home.

Adam was confusing the living hell out of me. I had gotten over my fear of
him discovering my sexuality, and I started flirting with him. Not
obviously; I was actually very subtle. I didn't want to scare him away, and
if he wasn't interested, or at least if he didn't have some sort of gaydar,
he wouldn't really notice what I was doing. I could pass it off as
California quirkiness. But he didn't look at me funny, not even once. He
never seemed awkward or embarrassed, he just grinned adorably at
me. Sometimes, I even thought he was flirting back, but I wasn't sure. I
decided it must be my imagination, that it must be that I wanted him so bad
that I was looking too hard for signs of mutuality and seeing them where
there was none.

Violet was no help. She tried flirting with him a few more times, and each
time her decision came back confused. She couldn't tell whether or not he
was interested. She said he scrambled her gaydar, and if he scrambled hers,
he must have broken mine, because I was so confused and frustrated I was
beginning to think maybe I should stop hanging out with him. It was too
much for me, to be around him every day and not touch him, not kiss him,
not give him 'the look' you give your lover when you're in public and you
want them to know you're thinking about them. It had really started to
hurt. I felt this aching inside, this emptiness, that I so desperately
wanted him to fill.

And so it happened that Violet and I had a party. Gracie, I had discovered,
didn't really care what we did, as long as we didn't get hurt or
arrested. I was beginning to appreciate her laid-back hippie-ness. She said
as long as we cleaned up the party mess afterward and didn't let anyone
disturb her meditation upstairs, that everything would be fine.

The day of the party, I was excited as all hell. I couldn't wait to get
everyone in the house, to get drunk or high or whatever else might
happen. I hadn't been to a party in nearly a month, and I missed my 'wild'
life in California. I wasn't exactly 'wild,' but compared to these people
around here, I was fucking crazy. I suppose that since I grew up around all
that kind of madness, it seemed fairly normal to me. I mean, sometimes
sleeping under an overpass with a dozen or so drunken punks just happened
-- no big deal.

Violet was driving me crazy, but making me laugh at the same time, running
around the house hyped up on sugar and caffeine, when the doorbell rang.

I answered it, and when I opened the door I was greeted by two guys and two
girls, who cheered loudly when I opened the door.

"Reeve!" cried a tiny pink-haired girl named Kristi. She held up a 12-pack
case of beer in each hand. "Let's get this show on the road!"

The four piled into my house, greeting Violet and me with gifts of
booze. Mike, a loud green-haired kid with a ripped leather jacket
immediately went for my radio when we got to my room. First thing he did
was put on something loud and hard, and right away the six of us started
popping open cans and bottles of more varieties of alcohol than I could
count. These guys really went all-out.

Before long, I heard the doorbell ring for the second time. My stomach
immediately jumped and twisted. It had to be Adam; everyone else was here.

He was smiling, as always, when I opened the door.

"Hey dude!" I greeted happily.

"Hey, what's up?" he said, starting down the stairs behind me.

"You're the last one here, man. We got beer, we got tequila, we got
Schnapps -- we got alcohol up the ass, dude. Feel free to booze and
schmooze."

I introduced everyone, as Adam didn't know Kristi, Mike, Stefan or Shelly.

Adam was friendly, or at least courteous, but he didn't seem to want to
hang out with mine and Violet's other friends. He was pretty silent the
whole time, maybe overwhelmed with our strange friends. He mostly stayed
around me, which in a way made me happy, but in a way made me very
nervous. More confusing signals.

I was hoping desperately that none of my other friends would mention my
sexuality to Adam. They all knew, and none of us really had any inhibitions
in talking about our sexualities, but I really didn't want Adam to know, at
least not yet. If he found out now, I was positive he would notice how I
flirted with him, and stop being so friendly, trying to not make me think
he liked me.

After an hour or two, my bedroom was filled with cigarette smoke, and all
seven of us were at least tipsy -- I was tending more toward drunk. Then,
the oh-so-brilliant topic of Truth or Dare came up.

"Apparently we've reverted back to middle school," Stefan laughed. He was
obviously not as drunk as the rest of us, or at the very least not as drunk
as me. He was tall, though not as tall as me, and quite thin, so one would
think he'd get drunk quicker than I. But not so. In fact, I think I had
less alcohol than him. I just had a much lower tolerance than a lot of
people, especially people my size. It works to my advantage, money-wise.

"Who cares," Kristi giggled. "I wanna have some fun. Truth or Dare is fun."

"Alright," I said, "since it was Shelly's idea, she can go first."

The slightly chubby blond girl smiled drunkenly. "Okay," she said to Mike,
who was guzzling the last of the Peppermint Schnapps. "Truth or dare?"

"As I lie dying on my deathbed, I'd like to think I lived my life well, so
I'll pick dare."

Shelly grinned, laughing. "I dare you to... drink some water out of the
toilet."

Mike looked horrified. "Oh, you're shitting me!"

The rest of the people in the room protested, laughing.

"You said dare," Violet giggled. "You have to do it!"

"Fine," he muttered, "but I'll get you back for this, Shel."

We all drunkenly stumbled up the stairs and into the bathroom. Mike knelt
over the toilet.

"This is a familiar position," he laughed, his green hair hanging a bit
into the bowl. Then he frowned, remembering what he was supposed to
do. Dipping his hand into the water, he scooped up a small handful, stared
at for a moment, closed his eyes and quickly took a tiny sip.

He shot up immediately, the rest of us laughing hysterically as he turned
the sink on full blast, scooping handful after handful of clean water into
his mouth and spitting it back out.

"You're a sick individual, Shel," he said.

"I know," she laughed. "I love it."

We went back down to my room, most of us giggling drunkenly.

"Okay," Mike said. "My turn. Stef, truth or dare?"

"Uh, seeing what just happened to you, I'm picking truth," Stefan said.

"Okay, how many people have you slept with."

Stefan grinned. "You want guys or girls?"

D'oh. I knew sexuality was going to come up sooner or later. I hoped
neither the conversation nor the game would shift to mine.

"Both," Kristi spoke up.

"Okay. Seven girls, five guys."

I eyed Adam out of the corner of my eye, trying to see what his reaction to
Stefan's bisexuality was, but his gorgeous face had the same ambiguous look
as always. He hadn't said anything in the last five minutes or so.

"You whore," Mike joked.

"Damn right. Violet, truth or dare?"

"I'm feeling a bit bored, I'll go for dare." Violet looked at Stefan
expectantly, eyes glinting.

"I dare you to... um...." he paused to think, then fished in his coat
pocket and pulled out a squished Reeses peanut butter cup. "I dare you to
melt this under your arm and keep it there until we're done playing the
game."

Violet stared at him for a moment before bursting out in hysterical
laughter. She snatched the candy from his hand and unwrapped it. She pulled
her T-shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra, and put the chocolate in
her armpit.

Kristi let out a catcall. "You always did look sexy in chocolate, Vi."

"This is squishy," Violet giggled. "It feels really gross."

"That was the whole point," Stefan said.

"You're such a tool," Violet responded.

"I wouldn't have done it," Shelly said. "I wouldn't put candy in my
armpit."

"But it makes a wonderful deodorant," I objected.

"He's right, I think I smell like Teen Spirit already. Okay, so it's my
turn?" Violet said, a sly smile creeping over her face. "Reeve, oh brother
of mine... oh my dear, dear brother, blood of my blood, twin of my, uh,
self... truth or dare?"

Uh oh. I didn't like the look on her face. She was clearly drunk, slurring
her words, but I knew that look in her eyes -- sloshed or not it always
meant the same thing: trouble.

So I was stuck with a dilemma. Say 'truth' and get hit with a possible
question about my sexuality, or answer 'dare' and get a probably disgusting
or at least unfortunate dare. I quickly decided I'd rather drink toilet
water or melt candy in my armpit than let Adam know I was gay.

I snubbed out my cigarette into a plastic ashtray with a slightly shaking
hand. "I'll take dare," I said, trying to keep my nervousness out of my
voice.

She had such a mischievous look in her eye, her mouth turning up at the
corners in an almost evil smile. "I dare you," she said slowly and
deliberately, "to kiss... Adam. On the mouth."

My heart stopped for a moment, I swear it. My stomach seemed to be missing
in action. I could feel my face draining of color. How could she do this to
me? I knew that in her drunken state, she thought she was helping me by
getting me at least a kiss with my crush, but Jesus Tapdancing Christ! This
was too fucked up for words.

"Uh, you don't have to," I said to Adam nervously. I didn't have the nerve
to look in his eyes, so I looked at the Metallica poster just behind his
head.

He shrugged. "It's okay," he said easily.

"OoOoOoO!" Shelly cried. "How long should they kiss, Vi?"

"Um... twenty seconds. And make it good," she said, "I want a show!"

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I was so going to kill my sister for this. I turned
to Adam, next to me on the couch. My heart was thumping its way out of my
chest. Oh god, he was so close. I wanted to kiss him so bad...

I shifted nervously in my seat, leaning slightly closer to him. I paused,
just looking into his eyes, which only smiled gently back at me.

"Get on with it," Stefan interrupted.

"Screw you, hippie!" I snapped. I was too nervous to be hurried, and when
I'm nervous I get either very shy or very mad. I was having a hard enough
time getting myself to do this without being hurried.

Kristi took Mike's sports watch from his wrist and set the timer for twenty
seconds.

I looked back toward Adam, and before I knew what was happening, his soft
lips were pressed against my own. Then he moved them gently, and I
responded, closing my eyes tightly, afraid I would wake up from what I was
sure was a dream. I kept track of the seconds in my head, savoring each
one, for I was sure this was the last time I'd get to kiss him. 4... 5...

Without thinking, I brushed my tongue along his lower lip, and I was
shocked and delighted when he pushed his own tongue out to meet mine. I
opened my mouth to him, and he pushed his tongue inside, his sliding
against my own, slick and hot and sweet. I tried to hold back from making
noise, but a soft moan escaped.

11... 12...

I could feel myself growing hard, a tingling running up and down my spine
and into my groin.

I opened my mouth wider, moaning into Adam's mouth, pushing my tongue
against his. He sucked on my bottom lip, and one of my hands drifted to his
shoulder, the other up to his face, into his hair, stroking and running my
finger through the soft dirty-blond hair until the hand came to rest softly
on the back of his neck.

16... 17...

My hardness strained against my baggy jeans as I pulled Adam's tongue into
my mouth and sucked on it.

18...

I screwed my eyes even more tightly shut, knowing in two seconds our kiss
would be over. He'd pull away from me and go on about his normal day,
forgetting all about it.

The last two seconds ticked by so slowly, but I wished they would never
end.

19... 20...

I heard the high-pitched beeping of the watch in the background.

But Adam didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed his tongue even deeper into
my mouth and made a soft noise. His hands found their way to my face, and
he stroked my jaw with large, warm, soft fingers.

I was beginning to run out of air, but I didn't want to stop. My heart was
pounding furiously, my head going light -- Adam hadn't pulled away from
me. His twenty second obligation was up, yet he continued to kiss me.

We kissed deeply for a few more moments, until I absolutely had to come up
for air. I gently pulled my lips from his, breathing heavily, but left my
eyes closed for a moment or two, too scared to look at him. What did this
mean? Did he like me the way I liked him?

I finally gathered the courage to open my eyes. Adam's face was mere inches
away from mine, and he looked into my eyes. I gazed back into his,
searching, looking for some sign of what he was feeling.

He bit his lip, but smiled tentatively. He leaned forward, just a bit, and
planted a light, brief kiss on my lips, then looked at me.

I was frozen in shock. What I'd wanted for so long... forever, it
seemed... was right in front of me, here for the taking. I practically
launched myself into Adam's arms, wrapping my arms around his shoulders
tightly, squeezing my eyes shut. He hugged me back and sat silently as I
buried my face in his neck, smelling the soft scent of soap, laundry
detergent, aftershave, and something I couldn't define, that just smelled
like Adam.

I rested my chin on his shoulder, not yet ready to let him go -- and I
suddenly and very uncomfortably remembered the other people in the room. I
glanced toward them, but found that they weren't there. Kristi popped her
head back in through the door, gave me a winning smile and a wink, flashed
me a thumbs-up and popped back out.

I took a deep breath and pulled back from Adam, looking at him nervously,
my face and neck burning hot. Neither of us said anything, until I couldn't
take the silence anymore.

"Um..." I couldn't think of words. "I, um... yeah."

He grinned that beautiful smile of his. "You okay?" I could tell by his
voice that he was kind of tipsy.

I smiled nervously. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. So um... how about you?" I asked
cautiously.

"Doin' just fine."

I was itching to ask so many questions, unable to find the words or the
courage to say them.

I had to say something, though. "So, um... was that... I mean..." I
struggled to say something un-stupid. "I mean, do you... are you..."

"Am I gay?" he provided.

"Um, yeah..."

He shrugged. "I don't know. I never really thought about it. I like girls,
though."

"Then... then why..."

Let's all admire my linguistic skills.

"Why did I kiss you like that?"

I looked down at my lap. "Yeah."

"I just wanted to. It felt nice. I liked it. Didn't you?"

"Oh, god... I... I... jeez..."  I couldn't even describe in words how much
I liked it. I don't think I'd ever been so tongue-tied in my life. He was
so bluntly honest, without being guilty. It surprised and flustered me.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked, a look of concern flashing on his
face. "I mean, do you want to just... forget about it or something? We can
if you want..."

A sudden fear struck me in the heart. "No! No, I don't want to do that. I
mean, I... I dunno, I don't want to forget it, I..."

He grinned. "Okay then." He leaned in and pressed another light kiss to my
lips, then rested his forehead against mine. "Don't worry about
it. Everything's okay."

He took my hands in his, rubbing soft circles on the backs of my hands with
his thumbs. The gentle touch sent shivers through my body, reminding me of
my still-present but slightly wilted hard-on as I felt it fully harden
again. I could feel my face heating again. I didn't want Adam to see. It
was embarrassing. I tried to will it down, but my dick doesn't ever seem to
listen to me. Funny little creatures, dicks are. Never listen to reason.

I moved to bury my face in his neck again, and one of his hands moved to
stroke my hair. I was so content, so comfortable. I didn't want to
move. Not ever. I felt Adam press his lips to my temple, and I sighed in
contentment.

I heard loud, pounding footsteps on the stairs, lots of them.

"Alright!" Kristi cried, bursting in the room with everyone else following
behind her. "You two have had enough time to get jiggy with it! It's time
to get drunk with your... um... Homie G Dawgs! Come upstairs, you horny
bastards!"

Adam laughed slightly. I discreetly adjusted my half-hard cock so as not to
be visible, and reluctantly pulled myself from Adam's grasp. He stood, and
offered me a hand up. I took it -- but this time I didn't let go at all. We
walked hand in hand up the stairs after the others, and into the living
room, where I found quite an array of bottles, cans and junk food.

"Come on you guys!" Shelly cried. "We're playing 'I've Never'!"

Our little group formed a semi-circle of couches and chairs and made
ourselves comfortable. Adam sat next to me on one couch, still holding my
hand.

"Alright, who hasn't played this?" Shelly asked.

"Actually, I haven't," Adam said meekly. He looked kind of embarrassed.

"That's okay," Mike said. "I'll explain. We go around in a circle. A person
says something they've never done, and everyone who has done it takes a
drink. Then it's the next person's turn, same deal. At the end of the game,
the person who's done the most stuff is the drunkest."

"Sometimes it starts boring," Mike said, "but lemme tell you, it always
ends up talking about sex."

"I'll go first," Shelly announced. "Okay, are we doing shots or beer or
what?"

"Pucker Fuckers!" Kristi cried.

Adam looked at her blankly. "Uhh..."

"Don't worry," Violet said. "It sounds really dirty..."

"Really, really dirty," Stefan added.

"...but it's just Apple Pucker mixed with hard lemonade," Violet finished,
holding up a bottle of Hootch Ice and one of Apple Pucker.

"Alright. Pucker Fuckers for all!" Shelly said happily. After everyone got
their drink poured, we got resituated in our seats and started the game.

"Okay," Shelly said with a grin. "I've never been stoned for an entire
weekend."

Everyone except Adam took a drink.

"Vi's turn!" Mike announced.

Violet grinned. "I'ma hafta think for a minute, here," she laughed. "Okay,
I've never cheated on anyone."

Mike and Shelly both took drinks.

"I've never kissed a guy!" Mike said.

Everyone took a drink. I blushed furiously, and everyone giggled at me.

Stefan straightened his posture and cleared his throat. "I've never had sex
while on drugs."

Everyone except Adam and I took a drink.

I didn't know whether or not I should take a drink to that one. I'd had a
few sexual experiences, mostly drunken or stoned handjobs with total
strangers in the back rooms of house parties, but I didn't really consider
that sex.

It was Adam's turn.

"I've never done any drugs."

My little crowd was stunned.

"Really?"

"Are you serious?"

"No way, you're full of shit!"

"Why not?"

"Are you straightedge or something?"

"Does weed count as a drug?"

I just squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. I was sort of proud of
him. I'd done drugs... lord knows I'd done every drug I could find. If I
could take it all back, I don't think I would... because it helped me --
well, not helped, rather, got me -- through a lot of shit, but I paid for
it in the end. Addictions, health problems, problems with the law... yeah,
I'm kinda fucked up, I guess.

And then it was my turn.

I knew the conversation was going to drift toward sex. Normally, I had
almost no inhibitions -- besides a bit of shyness -- when it came to
talking about my sex life, or lack thereof, but this time Adam was here to
listen to me. I was nervous, scared of what he'd think, no matter what I
said. Scared I'd say something stupid and he'd stop liking me.

After considering it for as long as I could get away with, I said, "I've
never had sex with a girl."

Everyone except Shelly took a drink.

I felt something odd when Adam drank to that. Like hurt, but not
quite. Sort of a jealous feeling. But sort of depressed. That meant he
probably wasn't gay, which meant he might choose a girl over me. Which left
me with a depressed feeling.

"I've never given a blowjob," Shelly slurred, giggling. She was getting
beyond drunk. Everyone else was getting pretty drunk, too, except Adam. He
was a really big guy, after all, and he hadn't drank to very many of the
people's statements. I was starting to get very dizzy. Everyone was
loosening up, laughing at things that weren't all that funny, and falling
on each other.

Stefan, Violet and Kristi took drinks.

"I've never eaten a girl out!" Mike said.

Stefan, Kristi and Violet took drinks again while everyone laughed at the
look on Mike's face.

I grimaced. I really didn't want to think about anyone doing that,
especially my sister, and especially when I felt momentarily like vomiting
up the contents of my alcohol-filled stomach.

We all looked toward Stefan, but he seemed to be in the middle of awake and
passed-out. He was just about to fall off the side of the couch.

Violet giggled. "One down, six to go. Your turn, Adam."

"I've never had sex with more than one person in a day."

Everyone except me took a drink. Suddenly, Shelly lurched up off the couch
and ran to the bathroom. We could all hear the sounds of her getting sick,
and I don't know about everyone else, but it made me feel sick myself.

"I think... we're done for the day," Violet said, trying to quiet a loud
burp. "All those crashing in my room, please say Aye."

"Aye!" called Shelly from the bathroom before she was sick once again.

"Aye-yi-yi," Kristi muttered, holding her stomach.

"Alright. Kris and Shel, you guys're on my floor. Mike and Stef, you're in
the living room. And Adam..." she turned to give me her patented
mischievous smile. "You can sleep in Reeve's room. On his couch, or,
eh... wherever else you can find a space," she said slyly.

Jesus, what an evil sister. She knew how embarrassed I got when sex came up
around Adam, and here she was insinuating all kinds of shit right in front
of the person I... well, I don't know. Liked? Had a crush on? Maybe
even... loved?

Too much thinking, must stop. Shut up, stupid brain. Just shut the fuck up
and let me be drunk.

I led Adam downstairs.


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Bad. BAD. Ack, ack, ack. I'm not all that fond of this chapter.

Okay, so I hate it. >.< It gives me hives. Rarr.

I'm sorry for this chapter. I sincerely apologize. It was the first kissing
scene I've ever written, and I'm well aware of how bad it is. I swear, the
next chapter's better. I think. I hope. I'm sorry, really. I couldn't find
a better way to stick that whole idea in there, and my mind refused to let
the idea go. It's very stubborn. Or maybe I'm just lame.

Oh well. Sigh.

This is probably going to be about the standard length for the chapters
from now on, maybe a tad longer. I just can't write any more 40k chapters,
not if I'm going to be posting one chapter a week. My computer hates me,
and I like to pretend that I have something akin to a life.

Email me at: Smpthy4TheDevil@yahoo.com