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always admired about Luke. As masculine as he was, when it came to caring for those he loved, he knew no limits.
Luke’s parents divorced when he was twelve, and it seemed he changed considerably immediately following his mother’s departure from the family. I had the luxury of growing up with both parents, and as far-fetched as their separation was for me to imagine, it wasn’t difficult for me to envision the difficulties Luke was faced with at the time.
In the first year following his mother’s absence, not only did we become much closer as friends, but he and his younger brother became inseparable. It was then that we began holding hands in our walks to and from school, and I soon learned that Luke wasn’t one to be bullied into – or out of – anything.
A group of kids at school gave him a hard time for holding hands with me, and called him a sissy. His hair at the time was long, not much different than most of the girls in school, but Luke was no sissy. One day on the way home from school, he proved it by fighting the entire group of boys.
After that, they avoided us on our walks home.
For the most part, we held hands ever since.
“So, I was thinking,” I said.
“About?”
“Well, you said sex with you was going to be this big deal. Like it was going to turn me into a blubbering mess. I’m not complaining, but I’ve got to say so far I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“Do you remember me telling you I was going to take it slow and easy?”
“Uhhm. No, not really. We talked about a lot of stuff.”
“Well, I did.”
I bit the inside of my lip and gazed down at my menu, trying my best to think of the content of our many sexual conversations that followed my life altering Tinder date. I came up with nothing.
I shrugged. “I got nothing.”
“Doesn’t mean I didn’t say it. Okay, here. I’ll say it again,” he said.
“Liv, I’m a sexual deviant. I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep up with my sexual needs when it comes right down to it, but we can give it a try. If we decide sex isn’t working between us, we need to be sure we always remain friends. There, does that sound familiar?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“You have a shit memory.”
“You think things, and somehow you convince yourself when you think about it, we’ve talked about it. You’ve always been that way,” I said.
He picked up his menu, opened it, and began to scan the pages for lunch options.
“Well, back to what I was saying. If you’re wondering whether or not to turn up the heat, go right ahead. I’m good to go,” I said.
He peered over the top of his menu and chuckled. “Good to go?”
“Yep. Good to go.”
He shifted his eyes down to the menu. “We’ll see about that.”
“Sure will,” I said.
Fucking Luke was good for me. Not only was it sexually satisfying, convenient, and fun, it convinced me I was more sexually diverse than I thought I was. Some of the things we were doing weren’t things I ever would have done without him – and if asked by anyone, I probably would have declined. But with Luke, I felt no need to refuse, knowing I had nothing to lose if things went awry during one of our sexual romps.
I wasn’t just becoming extremely content fucking him, I was slowly falling into a more comfortable place with him, one stroke at a time.
And it was scaring me.
“You want my suggestion?” he asked.
My face still artificially buried in my menu, I responded in a carefree tone hinting at a lack of interest. “Sure.”
“Eat a light lunch,” he said.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” He folded his menu closed. “I don’t want you to barf later when we’re going at it.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said.
He brushed his hair away from his face and grinned. “Yeah, you’re good to go .”
I lowered my menu and glared at him. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“You may be, I don’t know. I haven’t got much experience to go on, but based on what I do
Luke’s parents divorced when he was twelve, and it seemed he changed considerably immediately following his mother’s departure from the family. I had the luxury of growing up with both parents, and as far-fetched as their separation was for me to imagine, it wasn’t difficult for me to envision the difficulties Luke was faced with at the time.
In the first year following his mother’s absence, not only did we become much closer as friends, but he and his younger brother became inseparable. It was then that we began holding hands in our walks to and from school, and I soon learned that Luke wasn’t one to be bullied into – or out of – anything.
A group of kids at school gave him a hard time for holding hands with me, and called him a sissy. His hair at the time was long, not much different than most of the girls in school, but Luke was no sissy. One day on the way home from school, he proved it by fighting the entire group of boys.
After that, they avoided us on our walks home.
For the most part, we held hands ever since.
“So, I was thinking,” I said.
“About?”
“Well, you said sex with you was going to be this big deal. Like it was going to turn me into a blubbering mess. I’m not complaining, but I’ve got to say so far I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“Do you remember me telling you I was going to take it slow and easy?”
“Uhhm. No, not really. We talked about a lot of stuff.”
“Well, I did.”
I bit the inside of my lip and gazed down at my menu, trying my best to think of the content of our many sexual conversations that followed my life altering Tinder date. I came up with nothing.
I shrugged. “I got nothing.”
“Doesn’t mean I didn’t say it. Okay, here. I’ll say it again,” he said.
“Liv, I’m a sexual deviant. I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep up with my sexual needs when it comes right down to it, but we can give it a try. If we decide sex isn’t working between us, we need to be sure we always remain friends. There, does that sound familiar?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“You have a shit memory.”
“You think things, and somehow you convince yourself when you think about it, we’ve talked about it. You’ve always been that way,” I said.
He picked up his menu, opened it, and began to scan the pages for lunch options.
“Well, back to what I was saying. If you’re wondering whether or not to turn up the heat, go right ahead. I’m good to go,” I said.
He peered over the top of his menu and chuckled. “Good to go?”
“Yep. Good to go.”
He shifted his eyes down to the menu. “We’ll see about that.”
“Sure will,” I said.
Fucking Luke was good for me. Not only was it sexually satisfying, convenient, and fun, it convinced me I was more sexually diverse than I thought I was. Some of the things we were doing weren’t things I ever would have done without him – and if asked by anyone, I probably would have declined. But with Luke, I felt no need to refuse, knowing I had nothing to lose if things went awry during one of our sexual romps.
I wasn’t just becoming extremely content fucking him, I was slowly falling into a more comfortable place with him, one stroke at a time.
And it was scaring me.
“You want my suggestion?” he asked.
My face still artificially buried in my menu, I responded in a carefree tone hinting at a lack of interest. “Sure.”
“Eat a light lunch,” he said.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” He folded his menu closed. “I don’t want you to barf later when we’re going at it.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said.
He brushed his hair away from his face and grinned. “Yeah, you’re good to go .”
I lowered my menu and glared at him. “What makes you think I’m not?”
“You may be, I don’t know. I haven’t got much experience to go on, but based on what I do
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