Wanting Perfection

By Mark The Good Pen

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From Chapter 4:

Without saying another word Rick got off of his bean bag chair, taking his hand off of my jean clad cock and walked on his knees until he was in front of me.  He spread my legs further apart so he could get in between them.  We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity before Rick moved his hands from there resting spots on the bean bag chair on either side of my legs and slowly started to raise up my red t-shirt.  He raised the cotton away from my stomach, before slowly lowering his face and kissing around my naval, making me catch my breath.

I didn't know what to think or do.  Nobody had ever done anything like that to me before, all I knew was that I was liking the feelings his lips on my stomach were giving me and I pushed my stomach up into his face in an attempt to get him to kiss me, lick me quicker than he was.  Slowly Rick started moving his mouth up my stomach to the bottom of my chest which was barely exposed from my t-shirt.  In one smooth motion, while still kissing the bottom of my chest, Rick pushed my t-shirt up to the bottom of neck fully exposing my chest.  Rick moved his mouth up the middle of my chest before licking his way to my right nipple which he quickly took into his mouth and gently started to bite.  I felt my cock jump in my pants, I never knew my nipples could make me feel the way they did at that moment.  I pushed my chest out, again trying to get Rick myself more into Rick's mouth.  But Rick lifted his face away from my chest and looked up into my eyes, I looked back at him still trying to push my chest back towards his mouth.

"Lift up your arms," Rick said, his voice sounded like he was trying to catch his breath.

I slowly sat up more in the bean bag chair and raised my arms above my head as Rick grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it all the way off, before tossing it onto the ground in back of him.  While I was still sitting up in the chair, Rick wrapped his arms around me and pressed my torso into himself, my right nipple going back into his mouth as he gently started to stroke my naked back.  It was at that point my mind went totally numb.  I guess I was still confused, or conflicted but at that moment I stopped thinking about any of it.  I was willing to let Rick take me wherever he wanted to.  I could feel his tongue flicking over my nipple at a faster pace than he had before making my now rock hard cock push hard against the inside of my pants.  I felt Rick's hands move down to my waist, then follow around my hip until they were at the front of my jeans.  I felt one of his hands grab my cock and balls through the fabric of my jeans and squeeze, I quickly spread my legs wider to give him freer access to that part of my body. I heard Rick groan out of the corners of his mouth as his other hand rubbed the inside of my leg.

Slowly, Rick once again lifted his face from my chest but there was no eye contact.  He was looking at his hand as he fondled me through my pants.  I felt his hands move up the front of my pants until his fingers were pulling on the top button of my jeans.  Quickly Rick's fingers un-did the fly of my jeans, allowing my pulsing cock to push the stretched white material of my briefs through the open fly of my jeans.  I heard Rick moan again as he traced the outline of my cock with the fingers of his right hand.

"Let's go to my bedroom," Rick said, as he looked up into my face.

Wanting Perfection
Chapter 5

Without really waiting for my response Rick got to his feet.  He extended a hand to me to help me out of the bean bag chair, and I accepted it, my butt, the only thing that prevented my open jeans from falling to my feet.  Rick kept my hand in his as he led me out of his "hippie" room and to his bedroom at the end of the hall.  His bedroom wasn't very big but he had managed to squeeze a queen size bed in there anyway.  When we got into the bedroom, Rick closed the door behind him and immediately led me over to the bed.

I stood in between the front of the bed and Rick who was running his hands up and down my bare back.  Slowly he lowered his face and started to kiss my neck as his hands worked lower down my back until they were pushing down on my jeans.

"Sit down," Rick said, as he lifted his face away from my neck.

With my jeans still around my ankles I awkwardly stepped my way backwards to the bed and sat down.  In the meantime Rick had taken off his shirt, exposing his moderately hairy chest and stomach.  I looked up at him as he stood above me, a small smile on his face as he looked down at me sitting on the bed.  Looking back on it now I can't help but wonder why there wasn't anything in my brain telling me to run.  Not because Rick was scary or something, he wasn't, but my brain had always told me to get out of unfamiliar situations prior to that day.  But sitting there on Rick's bed my last piece of in tact clothing being my sneakers and socks, my brain was silent, peaceful even.

After letting his shirt fall to the floor behind him, Rick walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed and once again got on his knees.  In an almost frantic manner he untied each of my sneakers and quickly took them and my socks away from my feet before pulling my jeans and underwear all the way off of my legs, leaving me completely naked.  I looked down at him as he was doing all of this, not really sure of what was going to happen next, but definitely anxious to find out.  Rick looked back at me and cupped my left cheek in his right hand, running his thumb along my cheek bone underneath my eye.  He stood up on his knees to bring his face closer to mine.  I saw his face getting closer and closer to mine as he continued to lean in, with his hand still cupping my cheek.  I could feel his breath hitting my face, the smell of a cinnamon Tic Tac suddenly hitting my nose.  He continued to bring his face closer to mine until his lips were touching mine.  His lips felt rough against my own as I got used to the new feeling of being kissed.  I was able to feel his right hand slowly move away from my cheek, down the side of my neck and onto my chest until it stopped at my nipple.  Using two of his fingers on that hand, Rick gently pinched my erect nipple making my lips part to let out a small moan.

At the same second my lips parted to let out the moan, Rick pushed his tongue in through the opening my parted lips left.  I felt his tongue dancing in my mouth, searching for my tongue.  I wasn't totally sure what to do at first, but quickly got the idea to let Rick's tongue find mine, which he did.  Soon our tongues were dancing, and Rick was now moaning into my mouth has his right hand traced down my stomach and into my small patch of hair that sat just above my pulsing cock.  I felt Rick's fingers playing in my pubic hair as his tongue continued to play in my mouth, which now too tasted like cinnamon.

Hesitantly Rick pulled his face away from mine, letting his tongue swipe across my lips before pulling it back into his own mouth.  He looked into my eyes and smiled as his fingers started to play right across the base of my cock.  I moaned a little at the feel of his warm fingers on my bare cock and when he heard that Rick's smile grew wider.

"Having fun?" Rick asked me, his voice was husky but he still had that smile on his face.
"Yeah," I said, my voice sounding husky too.
"We're only just starting," Rick said.  "You ain't seen nothing yet."

With that last statement Rick grabbed the base of my cock making it point straight up towards the ceiling and bent his head down.  His breath that had only moments before been hitting me in the face was now rushing over the head of my cut cock.  I felt the warmth of his breath grow stronger as his face got closer to the tip of my cock and suddenly his tongue came out and swiped across the tip of my cock right along the piss slit.  My entire body jerked at the feeling of wet warmth and suddenly my whole body seemed to be focused on the very tip of my cock as Rick walked his tongue back and forth over the head.  I thrust my hips upwards, trying to get his tongue to move faster, hoping that maybe he would even take me into his mouth, like the woman in Shawn's magazine had with that guy.

I felt his left hand move from where it had been resting on my right knee, and slowly trace its way up the inside of my thigh.  My body jumped again as I felt the fingers of his left hand run over my balls.  Rick ran his fingers back and forth over the hairless skin of my sac as he started to lick the underside of my cock.  I stopped watching what he was doing at that point as the tingling feeling in my groin seemingly made me shut my eyes, my mouth sagging open.  Rick moved his left hand which had been playing with my balls lower and I felt him pressing gently on the space in between the underside of my balls and my asshole. Suddenly I felt an immense feeling of wetness and warmth that made my eyes shoot open again.  I looked down and saw that Rick had taken my entire cock into my mouth.  I was not one of those thirteen year olds with eight inches swinging in between his legs, it was more life four, so he was able to take me down to the base in one swoop.

The feeling of Rick's mouth surrounding my cock, made my legs jump out to the side lifting my feet off the ground.  With his tongue still dancing on the underside of my cock, Rick started to move his head up until only the head of my cock was still in his mouth before going back down until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.  I fell back onto my elbows my eyes closing once again as an entirely new world of feelings opened up to me.  I had been jacking off for a couple of years, but nothing I had ever done had felt as good as Rick's mouth.  Rick now had his right hand gently rubbing my stomach, as his left hand continued to press on my perineum.  Slowly, Rick walked his left index finger down the length of my perineum and into the crack of my ass.  I had never thought of the thing I sat on everyday being in anyway sexual, or being able to cause any great feeling.  That was until Rick let his left index finger swipe across my hole.  I felt my cock jerk again as his finger started to gently rub back and forth across my hole.  It was like I didn't know which sensation I liked better.  One second I was thrusting my hips upwards to get more of my cock into his mouth, the next I was pushing my butt back towards his finger trying to get him to rub me more.

All of the new feelings I was experiencing quickly pushed me to the edge.  My head fell onto the bed as I started to buck my hips violently back and forth between Rick's mouth and finger.  I felt my balls draw up closer to my body.  I thought I should warn Rick that I was about shoot, I was sure he wouldn't want that stuff in his mouth.  But I was so overcome with the intense feelings of my impending orgasm the words never came out.  My hands grabbed onto the sheet of the bed tightly, my eyes clamped shut and my legs tensed tighter than they ever had before as my load shot up through my cock and right into Rick's mouth.

After my orgasm ended I lay panting on the bed just staring up at the ceiling.  I had never felt anything that intense before in my life, and I felt utterly exhausted.  I was so lost in my own afterglow, I hadn't noticed what Rick was doing until he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into a sitting position at the edge of the bed.  While I had been staring up at the ceiling, Rick had removed his pants and when he pulled me back into that sitting position I got a full view of his cock, which was hard and pulsing with his heart beat.  Rick ran his left hand across my right cheek as he looked down at me and I looked up into his face.  He was no longer smiling, I didn't have the words to explain his look then, but now I can only describe it as one of lust.  Slowly he sat down on the bed next to me, and gave my cock that had gone limp a gentle squeeze.

"Did that feel good?" Rick asked, as he ran his hand over my stomach.
"Yeah," I said, sheepishly.
"Good," Rick said, his voice still husky.  "Has anybody done that for you before?"
"No," I said, shaking my head quickly as I looked into his face which still wore that expression of lust.  Rick seemed to groan a little at my answer, and then smiled at me.

Gently Rick took my hand that was closest to him and placed it on his cock.  I grabbed onto it, and somehow knew what Rick wanted me to do as I started to jack his cock without even being told.  I watched my hand go up and down his cut cock.  Rick groaned again as I started to jack him a little faster.  Suddenly I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me towards Rick's lap.  I wasn't too sure about putting his cock in my mouth, thinking that it probably wouldn't taste too good.  But I figured if he had put mine in his mouth I could put his in mine.  So as my face got closer to the head of his cock I opened my mouth and tentatively let my tongue run across the head, just as he had done to me.  I was still holding his shaft in my hand and I felt it pulse hard as my tongue went across the head.  I was surprised to find that the only thing I tasted was the saltiness of Rick's pre-cum which was leaking seemingly in a steady stream.  Slowly I opened my mouth, lowered my head further down and wrapped my lips around the top of the shaft of Rick's cock.  I let my tongue swirl around the head, with every move essentially copying what I had felt Rick do to me.  Rick kept his hand on the back of my head, but had stopped pushing down, instead he was just running his fingers through my hair, as he let out a long groan.

"Move your mouth up and down like I did," he told me, his voice even huskier than it had been before.  "Just watch your teeth."

I did what he told me to do, making sure that my lips were covering my teeth I slowly started moving up and down Rick's six inch cock, taking my hand away from his shaft as my mouth moved down it.  Though I had never pictured myself doing anything like that, I found myself strangely enjoying it.  The bad taste I had been concerned about was not there, and I actually enjoyed the feeling of the hot, hard flesh in my mouth.  While I continued sucking him Rick moved his hand away from my head and started to gently rub my back as he let out a continuous stream of groans.

I soon developed a rhythm as I would pull my mouth up until only the head of Rick's cock was left inside, and I would let my tongue dance around the crown of his cock before going back down.  I was by no means an expert and looking back I'm sure I gave what at best would be rated a second class blow job, as on my downward movements I would only go maybe two inches down but Rick didn't seem to mind.  After a few minutes in that rhythm Rick's body tensed.

"Justin, I'm going to shoot," he warned me.

Not wanting to swallow his cum, I pulled my head off of his cock and started jacking him with my hand instead as I slowly sat up next to him on the bed.  In only a few strokes, Rick's cock started to spew cum as he groaned loudly before falling back onto the bed just as I had done.

"God, Justin you're amazing," Rick panted as he came down from his climax.
"I am?" I asked, having never heard anybody tell me that before.
"Absolutely," Rick said.
"Thanks," I said as I felt myself blush.
"It's the truth," he said, as he slowly sat up.  "Would you like to do this again?"
"Yeah," I said, shyly.  For some reason I felt embarrassed to admit I liked doing what we had, even to Rick.
"Good," Rick said with a grin.  "But you probably should be getting home," he said as he patted my thigh.
"Yeah, I guess," I said, nodding my head.

I slowly got dressed, as my mind began to race.  The recently completed actions playing over and over in mind, as though they were on a loop sequence.  Rick stayed sitting on the bed watching me as I pulled on my jeans, and put on my shoes.

"Justin, are you okay with this?" he asked, suddenly his voice taking on a serious tone.
"Yeah," I said, a little hesitantly as my mind continued to race.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure I didn't push you into something you weren't ready for," Rick said.  "But as long as you don't feel pushed, then it's all good."
"I don't," I said, honestly.

I felt a little confused by what had happened, only because I still wasn't really able to wrap my mind around exactly how it happened.  I felt guilty for having enjoyed everything so much, feeling it was wrong to have enjoyed that type of thing.  But I didn't feel like I had been pushed into anything at all.

"Good," Rick said, a small smile spreading across his face, as he stood up.

Rick, who was still naked, followed me down the hall and into his "hippie" room where we had left my t-shirt laying on the ground.  I picked it up, shook it out a little so the fact that it had been laying on the ground would not be noticeable and put it back on over my head.  Just as I was taking a step towards the hall to head for the front door, Rick grabbed me, first into a tight hug and then pressed his lips gently against mine.

"I think it's best if you walk yourself out," Rick said, as he pulled his face away from mine.  "I have a couple of lessons tomorrow morning, but I'll come see you in the afternoon.  Is that okay?"
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head slowly.
"Good," Rick said, a small smile spreading across his face.  "I'll see you then."

With my mind still spinning I walked out into the living room, where my trumpet and music book were waiting for me.  I picked them up and walked out the door.  My mind still had not fully digested what had just happened in Rick's house.  The only thing I really knew was that it had felt really good, every single bit of it.  Now, ten years later, I would think of that first experience as being kind of empty.  While I was feeling something for Rick, it certainly wasn't love.  And though Rick seemed to be feeling something for me too, it wasn't love for him either.  Yet at the time I neither knew or cared that sex could be a deeper experience than what I had just experienced.  As I walked down the street from Rick's house to mine all I could think was "I just had sex!"  I still wasn't quite sure how it had happened.  I knew Rick had made the first move, but exactly how we got from sitting on two separate bean bag chairs, to him sucking me like there was no tomorrow was still unclear to me.

It wasn't until I got closer to home and saw Dad driving into the garage that I realized how late I had stayed at Rick's.  I covered the last part of my block, quicker than I had ever moved before, hoping to somehow make up for lost time and avoid the bombardment of questions being that late was sure to bring.  I darted in through the side door of the house, once inside the laundry room I took a deep breath to try to compose myself before stepping out into the hallway.  I stepped into the hall the same time Dad was heading down to his bedroom.

"Hey sport," he said, "You're a little late aren't you?"
"Yeah," I said, with a slight nod.  "We didn't notice what time it was," I added honestly.
"Well Rick must be teaching you a lot of new stuff," Dad said, which made me blush slightly.
"Yeah he is," I said, shyly.
"Good," Dad said.  "That's what we're paying him for," he added before continuing down the hall.

Blushing more than I ever had before in my life, I ducked into my room and shut the door behind me.  The taste of cinnamon Tic-Tac was still strong on my breath, and I could smell Rick's after shave on my skin.  It was though he was still in the room with me.  I sat on the edge of my bed, still replaying in my mind what had just happened and I felt my cock starting to get hard again.

"Justin, dinner's ready," I heard Mom call from the other side of my door, suddenly shaking me from my thoughts.
"K, I'll be right there," I replied.

When I got to the dinner table, Dad and Mom were already sitting and eating.  I slipped into my chair and started picking away at my food.  My parents were talking about something that had happened at Mom's office that morning and as I sat eating my mind started to replay what had just happened at Rick's again.  As I thought about it, I almost could not believe it was me that, that had happened to.  What did Rick see in me that would make him want to do those things with me?  After all I wasn't anything special.  I had no quality that made me stand out above the rest.   Yet he had actually called me amazing, something no one had ever even come close to calling me before.  I was at best ordinary, my life bordered on the dull (at least before that afternoon), and before Rick very few adults paid very much attention to me.

"Justin how was your day?" Mom asked, once again shaking me from my thoughts.
"Fine," I said shyly.
"Did you do anything special?" she asked.
"Not really," I said, again feeling myself blush a little.
"Oh I almost forgot," Mom said, her face lighting up slightly.  "You'll never guess who I saw at the supermarket this afternoon."
"Who?" I asked.
"Michelle Barlow's mother, Carla," Mom said, happily.  "You remember Michelle from elementary school right?"
"Yeah," I said, slowly.  "I thought they moved."

Michelle had actually been a very good friend of mine from the time we were in first grade until her family moved to Atlanta the summer before we started fifth grade.  Shawn had always teased me that Michelle and I were going to get married one day.

"They did move," Mom said.  "But they just got back here last week.  You and Michelle are going to be going to the same school again."
"Oh," I said.  "That's cool."

I really did like Michelle as a friend, when we were in elementary school.  But by this point I had made a new group of friends and wasn't particularly interested in picking up on a friendship I had more than likely out grown.

"Carla gave me their new phone number," Mom told me.  "You should give Michelle a call, I'm sure she'd love hearing from you."
"What would I say?" I asked.  "We haven't talked since they moved."
"I'm sure you'll find something to talk about," Mom said, shaking her head slightly.  "You're a smart boy, you can figure it out."
"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes and just like that our conversation ended.

That night, as I laid in bed trying to go to sleep, my mind was racing so fast it almost made me dizzy.  Suddenly I wasn't feeling so good about what had happened at Rick's house.  I still did not feel like I had been pushed.  Maybe Rick had made the first move, but I followed very willingly.  And that, right there, was the problem.  My willingness that afternoon to have sex with Rick was the very source of my guilt and confusion only a few hours later.  I felt guilty that I had wanted to have sex with Rick and that should have been the last thing I wanted.  I started to get angry at myself for allowing the whole thing to happen in the first place.  After what happened that afternoon, there was no denying it, there was no going back I was going to have to face who I was and everything that came along with that head on.

The next morning I was shooting hoops in my driveway, trying to forget about the previous day.  I knew Rick had said he was going to drop by that afternoon, and I had very mixed emotions about that.  Part of me actually felt like I missed him.  I felt like I wanted to see him again, I wanted to hear his voice to be able to smell him even.  The smell of his aftershave on my skin had mostly worn off overnight and that morning any lingering scent of it was washed away.  Yet another part of me was embarrassed.  He had seen my enjoyment of the sex we had, he had seen me in a state no one had ever seen me in before.  And that made me feel vulnerable to him, like he had something he could hang over my head.  Looking back now, I realize that in reality I was the one with something to dangle over his head.  One slip of my tongue to the wrong person would have landed Rick in prison.  I knew, at the time, Rick could get into trouble for what we had done, but the thought of hanging that over his head never crossed my mind.  Though he confused the hell out of me, I felt myself liking him more and more.  He had made me feel things I had never felt before and I really did like it, even if it did confuse me.

Once again I was shaken from my thoughts by a familiar female voice, but this time it wasn't my Mom.

"Justin," I heard from behind me as I was retrieving my basketball from underneath the hoop.  I turned around quickly and saw Michelle standing at the end of the driveway.

If it wasn't for the distinctiveness of her voice I would have never recognized her.  She was a lot different looking than when she had left for Atlanta three years before.  When she left I was taller than her by a good couple of inches, but that day standing at the end of my driveway she was my height.  Her face had changed, having lost the baby look she looked more like your typical teenage girl.  She had let her black hair grow down past her shoulders, where when we were younger she always wore it shorter.

"Michelle," I said, surprised by her presence.
"Bet you didn't expect to see me here," she said, a smile coming to her face.
"No, not really," I said, as I walked down the length of her driveway with my ball tucked under my arm.  "My Mom told me you moved back last night, but I didn't think I'd see you yet."
"Well I got bored," Michelle said.  "You still obsessed with basketball?"
"Yeah, I guess," I said, with a little laugh.
"This is going to be cool," Michelle said.  "I can't wait to see everybody again.  Does everybody go to Kennedy?" she asked referring to our middle school.
"Pretty much," I said.
"And Shawn still lives over there?" she asked, nodding her head in the direction of Shawn's house.
"Yep," I said, with a nod.
"Cool, I can't wait to see him," Michelle said.  "I bet he's going to freak."
"Yeah he probably is," I said, in agreement.
"Do you remember how he used to say we were going to get married?" she asked, laughing a little at the memory.
"Yeah, he was always saying stuff like that," I said, shaking my head a little.
"Well maybe now that I'm back," Michelle said.  "I mean you never know right?"
"I guess," I said, feeling my knees lock slightly.
"You can breathe, dude," she said with a laugh.  "I was only kidding."
"Oh," I said, feeling myself blush.  "Yeah, I knew that."
"Do you know if Shawn's home?" Michelle asked.
"He probably is," I said.
"You want to go over there with me?" she asked.  "I really want to see him."

Just as she asked the question, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye coming from the direction of Rick's house.  I turned my head and saw Rick heading up the block towards my house.

"Um actually I have to do something," I said.  "But maybe I'll come over there in a little bit."
"Okay," she said.  "It's so cool seeing you again," she said, as she quickly wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.  "I'll see you soon.  Okay?"
"Okay," I said, returning her hug with one arm.

Michelle released me from the hug and quickly started walking to Shawn's house passing Rick along the way.  Rick got to the end of my driveway just as Shawn opened his front door and Michelle went inside his house.

"Who was that?" Rick asked, after watching Michelle go into Shawn's house.
"She's a friend," I said.  "She just moved back here from Atlanta."
"Pretty," he said.
"I guess," I said, with a shrug.
"So how are you feeling today?" Rick asked.
"Okay," I said, as I looked down at my feet.
"Really?" Rick asked.
"Yeah," I said, nodding my head.
"Good," Rick said.  "You know I can't stop thinking about yesterday.  Can we go inside so we can talk?"
"Yeah," I said, a little hesitantly.

I led Rick into my house and we sat down on my couch.  Even though absolutely nothing sexual had been said I could feel my cock start to grow in my pants.  The feeling I had been getting in my stomach had apparently moved south, and had gotten a lot more powerful.

"Justin, yesterday was absolutely incredible," Rick said after we had sat down next to each other on the couch.  "I mean I've done that a lot, more times than I can count actually.  But it never felt that good to me, with anybody else.  And I mean that honestly."
"You've done that a lot?" I asked.  "With guys?"
"Yeah," Rick said.  "Mostly guys, your age.  I can't help it I have a weakness.  But yesterday was different than any other time."
"I never did that before," I said, ignoring his comment about which age group he had done that with before.
"Yeah you told me," Rick said, with a little smile.  "Well I hope you enjoyed it as much as you appeared to.  You're first time should be a lot of fun."
"It was," I said, blushing a little.
"Good," Rick said.  "So do you still think you might like to do that again sometime?"
"I think so," I said, honestly.

Even though I was still very confused, and even a little angry at myself I couldn't deny the fact that I wanted to have sex with Rick again.  A fact that only made the anger with myself increase.

"Good," Rick said again.  "There's so much more we can do.  I can really rock your world."
"You can?" I asked, wondering how much more we could possibly do.
"Hell yes," Rick said, with a smile.  "And I want to too.  Justin, I want you to feel so good, I want you to feel ways you never have before.  Because you deserve that, you're a good kid, with a good heart and you deserve to have someone make you feel special."
"Thanks," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"You're very welcome," Rick said, as he stretched his hand out and gently ran his thumb along my cheek bone.

Slowly Rick leaned his face into mine and I felt his rough lips push against mine.  Any thought that had been in my mind before left, and I found myself lost in the kiss.  I felt Rick's other hand gently rubbing my thigh as his tongue pushed through my lips and entered my mouth.  Our tongues danced for awhile before Rick pulled his tongue back into his own mouth and broke the kiss.

"Can you show me your bedroom?" he asked, knowing that it was still early in the day and my parents wouldn't be home for awhile.

To Be Continued...

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Authors Note: I just wanted to apologize for the slowing in my posting pace.  Real life kind of has gotten in the way recently.  I absolutely promise that this story will continue through its conclusion and will try my best to post at least once a week if not more.  Thank you for your patience.

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