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laughed and mussed my already disheveled hair.
"Well, it was nice while it lasted."
Epilogue
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"What do you mean you don't want to celebrate? It's a big deal."
"Getting an A on some tests isn't that big of a deal. Nerds have been doing it for years."
"Very funny, Travis. You don't need to downplay all your accomplishments. Getting straight As on your finals deserves at least a cake or something."
I looked up from the television and decided to put an end to Andrew's party fantasies.
"Look, I'm only done with one year of school. I still have another two semesters to go. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, I'm back to full time at the park in a week. There won't be any time."
"Oh, I think we'll find some time." Andrew smiled, suppressed laughter just below the surface.
I stood up, dread washing through me. "What did you do?"
He pulled me into his arms, as if a hug would make me forget the mischievous look on his face.
"I may have already planned something. With Nick. At his place. And everyone we invited already said yes. So..."
"I can't believe you did that. More importantly, I can't believe Clayton didn't say anything."
"I swore him to secrecy. Besides, he's still a little pissed at you for moving out and leaving him without a roommate."
I wiggled free from Andrew's arms and made a beeline for the fridge. "Please, he was alone for all of two weeks before that Steve guy moved in." I kept staring at the leftovers and bottles of water, even though I wasn't really hungry or thirsty. Andrew pulled me back, and I let the door fall closed.
"It's going to be fun, and you're going to be a good sport about the whole thing."
"Oh, I am? Now, why would I do that?"
"Because you're a good guy and you wouldn't want me and Nick to feel bad after all the work we put into this."
His face was so genuine, I had to bite my tongue to keep the snarky retort from coming out. "Fine. If I must, then I must. But I might need a little more incentive...I mean, if you want me to really have a good time."(
Andrew pulled me into his arms, kissing my neck, just below my ear.
"What kind of incentive are you looking for, Travis?"
Before I could answer, his lips were on mine, his hands cupping my ass.
"I'm sure I could think of something," I said.
"Well, while you're doing that..."
He crooked a finger in the neck of my T-shirt and kissed the exposed skin. I felt my cock stir in my pants and let out a sigh.
"Think of anything yet?" he asked with a grin.
"Yes. I have."
"Do tell."
I smiled and gave his lips a quick peck.
"I want a funnel cake machine."
"Very funny, Trav."
"No, I'm serious. Nick has one."
He ran his hand over my bulging cock and gave it a squeeze. "I really thought you were going to say something else."
"Oh, I want that, too, but I thought we were talking about my party."
"Sure, you did. Smart ass."
He gave my butt a swat and started pulling me toward the bedroom.
"Sorry, Andrew. I told you, I'm still working on it."
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Heidi Champa
Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking and rebellious, she started to create dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Having tried her hand at a million terrible jobs, she bought herself a laptop and finally started typing up those handwritten tales. After much deliberation, she started to let other people read her work.
In addition to her flare with the written word, she knows every sentence of the movie Clue by heart and bakes a mean Funny Cake. When she is not writing, she can be found reading, hiking or filling her iPod with more music. Her life has taken her all over the world, but a piece of her heart will always be in Australia. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that her sarcasm would translate better in the written form.
Find her online at heidichampa.blogspot.com.
* * * *
Don't miss Losing And Gaining, by Heidi Champa,
available at AmberAllure.com!
At three-hundred-sixty-seven
"Well, it was nice while it lasted."
Epilogue
----
"What do you mean you don't want to celebrate? It's a big deal."
"Getting an A on some tests isn't that big of a deal. Nerds have been doing it for years."
"Very funny, Travis. You don't need to downplay all your accomplishments. Getting straight As on your finals deserves at least a cake or something."
I looked up from the television and decided to put an end to Andrew's party fantasies.
"Look, I'm only done with one year of school. I still have another two semesters to go. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, I'm back to full time at the park in a week. There won't be any time."
"Oh, I think we'll find some time." Andrew smiled, suppressed laughter just below the surface.
I stood up, dread washing through me. "What did you do?"
He pulled me into his arms, as if a hug would make me forget the mischievous look on his face.
"I may have already planned something. With Nick. At his place. And everyone we invited already said yes. So..."
"I can't believe you did that. More importantly, I can't believe Clayton didn't say anything."
"I swore him to secrecy. Besides, he's still a little pissed at you for moving out and leaving him without a roommate."
I wiggled free from Andrew's arms and made a beeline for the fridge. "Please, he was alone for all of two weeks before that Steve guy moved in." I kept staring at the leftovers and bottles of water, even though I wasn't really hungry or thirsty. Andrew pulled me back, and I let the door fall closed.
"It's going to be fun, and you're going to be a good sport about the whole thing."
"Oh, I am? Now, why would I do that?"
"Because you're a good guy and you wouldn't want me and Nick to feel bad after all the work we put into this."
His face was so genuine, I had to bite my tongue to keep the snarky retort from coming out. "Fine. If I must, then I must. But I might need a little more incentive...I mean, if you want me to really have a good time."(
Andrew pulled me into his arms, kissing my neck, just below my ear.
"What kind of incentive are you looking for, Travis?"
Before I could answer, his lips were on mine, his hands cupping my ass.
"I'm sure I could think of something," I said.
"Well, while you're doing that..."
He crooked a finger in the neck of my T-shirt and kissed the exposed skin. I felt my cock stir in my pants and let out a sigh.
"Think of anything yet?" he asked with a grin.
"Yes. I have."
"Do tell."
I smiled and gave his lips a quick peck.
"I want a funnel cake machine."
"Very funny, Trav."
"No, I'm serious. Nick has one."
He ran his hand over my bulging cock and gave it a squeeze. "I really thought you were going to say something else."
"Oh, I want that, too, but I thought we were talking about my party."
"Sure, you did. Smart ass."
He gave my butt a swat and started pulling me toward the bedroom.
"Sorry, Andrew. I told you, I'm still working on it."
ntspflcec
Heidi Champa
Heidi Champa is a typical last-born child. Snarky, attention-seeking and rebellious, she started to create dirty stories to keep herself out of real trouble. Having tried her hand at a million terrible jobs, she bought herself a laptop and finally started typing up those handwritten tales. After much deliberation, she started to let other people read her work.
In addition to her flare with the written word, she knows every sentence of the movie Clue by heart and bakes a mean Funny Cake. When she is not writing, she can be found reading, hiking or filling her iPod with more music. Her life has taken her all over the world, but a piece of her heart will always be in Australia. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband. Her greatest wish is that her sarcasm would translate better in the written form.
Find her online at heidichampa.blogspot.com.
* * * *
Don't miss Losing And Gaining, by Heidi Champa,
available at AmberAllure.com!
At three-hundred-sixty-seven
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