Hazel
I’ve always been a good kid, especially for Xavier, whom I would never want to disappoint, but his order that Kye not step foot on this property seems irrational and unfair. Why shouldn’t I be able to have a friend over? Xavier’s made a point of saying that his home is my home, too. If that’s true, I rationalize, then I should be allowed to invite people over.
So in defiance of Xavier’s orders, I don’t cancel my plans with Kye, figuring I can count on my dad to be out for dinner for at least three or four hours, and there’s no reason he ever has to know.
It’s a bit awkward when Kye arrives. He’s chill as ever, but I second-guess everything I say, wondering if I even know how to talk to my own peers anymore after spending so many weeks alone, killing time in an apartment I couldn’t afford to leave. We go downstairs to the den and put a dumb Will Ferrell movie on, and it’s easier when we don’t have to speak. After a while, Kye puts his arm around me, and somehow, by the time the credits are rolling on the movie, we’re making out.
The last time we did this was just days before my mom left. I barely remember what it felt like. We’d been drinking beer and all I remember is the taste of beer in his mouth and mine.
This time everything is vivid. His tongue is rough and smooth at the same time, probing deeply into my mouth, moving quickly. I slide my hands across his back as he starts moving towards me, backing me down onto the couch until I’m lying down with him on top of me. He presses the length of his body down on mine and grinds himself between my legs, and I can feel the hard length of his erection. Hot tension coils inside me.
I’ve had sex with one person before. Dante was an eighteen year old actor on a show my mom was doing makeup on last fall, and she invited him over for dinner. The three of us had pizza, and then she suddenly stood up and announced she was going out and left. Dante and I made out that night and then hung out a few times after. I lost my virginity to him on the couch of the apartment he shared with four roommates when everyone was asleep, and then we did it another time in the back of his car. It was all rather unexceptional, but now, with Kye dry-humping me in my dad’s basement, I find myself wondering if it will be better this time.
Sleeping with Kye would be strategic more than anything else. He’s hot, and he’s popular, yet somehow he’s not my type. There’s something immature and cruel about him. He’s a rich jerk. But being his girlfriend would make things easier for me at school. People would stop wondering why I wasn’t in class for three weeks and start wondering instead how I’d landed the untameable Kye Knight.
My head is spinning. He’s not a great kisser, but Kye smells good, like cut grass and after shave, and I’m pleased knowing that Kye Knight has his tongue in my mouth right now and his hard cock pressing against me, like it’s an accomplishment. I can’t stop kissing him, even though a small part of me is starting to wonder what time Xavier is liable to get home at.
“Kye,” I finally say, pulling my mouth away from his to speak, “Kye, my dad.”
“Your dad what?” he breathes, still pressing his erection against me.
“He’s…he’s going to be home soon. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.”
“Are you serious?” He looks pained. “You want to stop?”
“No. I don’t want to stop. I just…I don’t know. What if we get caught?”
“Let’s go to your room, then. Can you lock the door?”
Oh my God, if Xavier found out I had a boy in my room… “No, we can’t. I don’t know. Maybe we should stop.”
“C’mon,” he presses his mouth against mine again, as if he can distract me with a kiss.
I pull away. “You don’t know my dad. He’s strict.”
“Dude,” he whines. “You got me hard.” He grinds his crotch against me to show me.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I turn my face to the side as he leans down to kiss me, and he takes the hint, sitting up with a huff.
“Can’t you at least suck me off? It won’t take long.”
I weigh my options quickly. I really don’t want Xavier to come home and find Kye here, but we’re in the basement, and if I keep my clothes on I could sneak him out the patio doors quickly and rush upstairs to pretend I was just watching a movie if I heard Xavier come in.
And I’m turned on and horny. The idea of seeing Kye Knight’s dick, of having it in my mouth, is exciting. Things would never be the same between us after that.
“C’mon,” he says, sensing my indecision, and I quirk my mouth as I stand up and kneel between his legs.
“Okay.”