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Authors: Renae Kaye
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I disappeared on you both times when I slept with you. I didn’t want you to wake up in the morning with the bearded lady and freak.”
The proof is in the pudding.
“Prove it.”
I really didn’t know what I expected him to do, to prove it to me. Pull out his driver’s license or something that showed his gender as male. But what he did do surprised the heck out of me. One arm came up and he threw his white paper cup across the lawn. I automatically turned my head and watched its graceful arc, flying through the air and landing at the base of a tree. And while I was distracted, Lee stepped forward, put one hand on my hip and one hand behind my head, and pulled me down so our lips pressed together.
I jerked back in surprise, not expecting the move, but he was strong. Stronger than I expected for a sweet, gentle flower. But then I remembered he was no longer a fragile girl, but a guy who had been lying to me. I tried to pull back, but he clung, his fingers digging into my neck and my hip bone.
Our lips were pushed together, not kissing, merely pressing together and not moving—soft flesh on soft flesh. My body remembered that sensation, and I stopped struggling, trying to comprehend what was happening. One of my hands was on Lee’s shoulder, ready to push him away, but instead I cupped the delicate bone I could feel under his clothes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but my body was losing its anger and responding to his closeness. Maybe it was those pheromones Patrick had been talking about.
Lee tilted his head to the side, only a fraction, and opened his mouth to me. I moved involuntarily, pressing down into him, instead of away.
Yes. This was familiar. This was Lee. This I liked. This I remembered.
My hand moved from his shoulder and touched his hair. It was soft and silky, floating over my fingers like the filmy scarves my mother used to wear. I remembered touching those brightly colored scarves when I was a child, and wrapping them around my body, pretending to be Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty.
I moved my mouth, changing the position of our lips, so that instead of remaining motionless together, we were moving, almost sipping at each other’s lips. Lee’s taste was erotic and sensual. I closed my eyes and fell into the emotions that kissing him evoked.
There was warmth and good memories attached to that sensation, so when Lee removed his fingers from my hip and gently took my hand in his, it didn’t alarm me. He pulled my hand closer to his body. Closer, closer, then pulled down and placed my palm firmly over the crotch of his sweatpants.
My eyes flew open in surprise, and I found I was staring directly into his dark brown ones. His grip on the back of my head ensured that I continued the kiss, even when my body was a motionless statue—thoughts and sensations crashing through me.
Dick.
Cock.
Fuck.
I pulled away firmly this time, deliberately breaking Lee’s hold on me and staggering a couple of steps backward. My lungs were heaving in distress. Although he’d told me he had a cock, I hadn’t really comprehended the enormity of it.
Lee was a guy.
Lee had a cock.
“You have a cock.”
I stared at his pants as I rubbed my fingers together. They were still remembering what they had felt. Yes. There was a definite cock under those pants. It wasn’t aroused, but it was there. And balls too.
“Yes. I know. I’m sorry,” he told me.
Lee was talking to me, but I was still staring at the gray material of his pants. If he was a guy, that meant I was still attracted to men. A part of me rejoiced in this—I was gay. I wasn’t straight like I’d feared. All was right in my world.
But hang on. Lee dressed in girls’ clothes? How did he do that?
“Dave?”
“Huh?” I got the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he’d called my name.
“Can you stop staring at my dick please? It’s making me a little uncomfortable.”
“What? Oh. Sorry.” I looked up at his face. His face. Yes. I
The proof is in the pudding.
“Prove it.”
I really didn’t know what I expected him to do, to prove it to me. Pull out his driver’s license or something that showed his gender as male. But what he did do surprised the heck out of me. One arm came up and he threw his white paper cup across the lawn. I automatically turned my head and watched its graceful arc, flying through the air and landing at the base of a tree. And while I was distracted, Lee stepped forward, put one hand on my hip and one hand behind my head, and pulled me down so our lips pressed together.
I jerked back in surprise, not expecting the move, but he was strong. Stronger than I expected for a sweet, gentle flower. But then I remembered he was no longer a fragile girl, but a guy who had been lying to me. I tried to pull back, but he clung, his fingers digging into my neck and my hip bone.
Our lips were pushed together, not kissing, merely pressing together and not moving—soft flesh on soft flesh. My body remembered that sensation, and I stopped struggling, trying to comprehend what was happening. One of my hands was on Lee’s shoulder, ready to push him away, but instead I cupped the delicate bone I could feel under his clothes. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but my body was losing its anger and responding to his closeness. Maybe it was those pheromones Patrick had been talking about.
Lee tilted his head to the side, only a fraction, and opened his mouth to me. I moved involuntarily, pressing down into him, instead of away.
Yes. This was familiar. This was Lee. This I liked. This I remembered.
My hand moved from his shoulder and touched his hair. It was soft and silky, floating over my fingers like the filmy scarves my mother used to wear. I remembered touching those brightly colored scarves when I was a child, and wrapping them around my body, pretending to be Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty.
I moved my mouth, changing the position of our lips, so that instead of remaining motionless together, we were moving, almost sipping at each other’s lips. Lee’s taste was erotic and sensual. I closed my eyes and fell into the emotions that kissing him evoked.
There was warmth and good memories attached to that sensation, so when Lee removed his fingers from my hip and gently took my hand in his, it didn’t alarm me. He pulled my hand closer to his body. Closer, closer, then pulled down and placed my palm firmly over the crotch of his sweatpants.
My eyes flew open in surprise, and I found I was staring directly into his dark brown ones. His grip on the back of my head ensured that I continued the kiss, even when my body was a motionless statue—thoughts and sensations crashing through me.
Dick.
Cock.
Fuck.
I pulled away firmly this time, deliberately breaking Lee’s hold on me and staggering a couple of steps backward. My lungs were heaving in distress. Although he’d told me he had a cock, I hadn’t really comprehended the enormity of it.
Lee was a guy.
Lee had a cock.
“You have a cock.”
I stared at his pants as I rubbed my fingers together. They were still remembering what they had felt. Yes. There was a definite cock under those pants. It wasn’t aroused, but it was there. And balls too.
“Yes. I know. I’m sorry,” he told me.
Lee was talking to me, but I was still staring at the gray material of his pants. If he was a guy, that meant I was still attracted to men. A part of me rejoiced in this—I was gay. I wasn’t straight like I’d feared. All was right in my world.
But hang on. Lee dressed in girls’ clothes? How did he do that?
“Dave?”
“Huh?” I got the feeling that it wasn’t the first time he’d called my name.
“Can you stop staring at my dick please? It’s making me a little uncomfortable.”
“What? Oh. Sorry.” I looked up at his face. His face. Yes. I
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