Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:27:38 -0500
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Surprised Eric and Dave 2

Surprised Eric and Dave 2

This document contains homosexual themes and acts. If you are underage or
don't like the subject, then don't read it.

The story is not autobiographical and is a product of the writer's fertile
imagination.

Comments welcomed                    preecherdave@gmail.com

Previously in Part One

They looked at each other over a chasm that was growing wider by the
minute. It struck Eric that it was like a fissure that formed during an
earthquake, growing larger and sucking things into it, destroying
everything. All Eric could think was that Dave was gone. Dave was still
shell shocked from an evolving situation that he had been oblivious to. For
a guy who felt that he read people well, he had missed this
totally. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Finally, Dave's brain started to work. This was obviously really hurting
one of the finest people he had come to know. He could see the tears
forming. Be gracious. Don't strike out. This took guts and was tearing him
apart. He was in Eric's condo. He had to go; for once in life he didn't
know what to say or how to react. He had to make the move.

He finally uttered what was deep inside himself. "Eric, I am so sorry that
I have to put you through this. I have been thoughtless and not very
observant. I guess we take a break and step back. I can't tell you how much
I shall miss this, us. We have to figure something out." For Eric, Dave's
statement was harder than an angry outburst. His considerate response was
one of the many reasons he liked this man so much.

Dave stood up and so did Eric. Eric looked bereft but there was literally
nothing that Dave or Eric could think of saying or doing to change anything
at this moment. He walked over to Eric and gave him a hug and a look of
real sadness. Eric's only small comfort was that it was not a look of anger
or disgust. There were no more words spoken. Eric could tell that Dave,
too, was close to tears.

Dave, of course, couldn't know but inside the condo, when the door was
shut, Eric looked at the closed door and simply whispered, "Bye Dave," and
sobbed for the first time in years.


Part 2

Dave's real upset didn't come until after he sat down at his place and
reviewed the night. He felt already as if something was missing. His
girlfriend had moved her stay over stuff out last week and he had felt
relief that she was gone. He had seen her with another guy earlier in the
week. No problem. This ... this was different.  The thought crossed his
mind, 'why was it different?' He couldn't answer that question but still he
had to brush away the dampness that filled his eyes.

The week dragged by for both of them. Each missed the others presence, the
rapport and the comments. Neither could see a way out and neither wanted to
even contact the other. What could they say? They each played parts of the
evening over and over like an endless loop. Luckily they had their jobs and
they threw themselves into them.

Out of sheer habit one evening the next week, Dave had the TV on and saw
Eric being interviewed. He desperately wanted to email him and make some
cracks or comments. He turned the TV off but not before he realized how
much he missed this man.  Eric looked a little tired. Dave figured that
with him gone and Eric's life no longer on hold, he was out making up for
lost time with some late nights, with Stevie prominently involved. That
comment 'my life on hold' kept coming back to him. It hurt.

How could he care so much for a man? He still had his image from the TV:
tall, broad shouldered, tapered waist, handsome and the warm smile. It was
the smile that really hit hard. The image and his growing realization of
how he felt for this man scared the hell out of him. He had to try and
break the funk he was in.

He went out with his friends to the pub on Friday night; he figured that
would help get him back to his usual self. But while he was there, he
thought of Eric probably at the club, dancing with guys, meeting
Stevie. That brought more graphic images of Eric and Stevie together at the
condo. Oh shit, stop, stop. No it could not be true; he was not jealous.

Suddenly, his thoughts went back to his early adolescent years and to Ron
and their experiences together. It was that time of first feelings of
sexuality. It had started with a fun wrestling match and had ended with
mutual touching, nothing else that first time although they were both hard
by the end. He had gone home and touched himself. It felt good. His penis
had gone hard and eventually the touching caused him to spasm, shooting out
a white fluid. It felt really good.

For weeks, he and Ron found reasons to touch each other and rough
house. Finally, one afternoon touches led to stroking each others very hard
cocks and then a messy release. With the release and their randiness eased
came guilt and fear. Guilt that they shouldn't do such things and fear that
someone would find out. They had dressed quickly and guiltily, hardly
looking at each other or talking. Dave had slunk away satisfied sexually
but feeling that what he did was wrong and not normal. But the pent up
sexual feelings quickly returned and that wasn't the last time they stroked
each other to climax. Dave internalized the guilt and fear. They stopped
when they and the girls started to show interest in each other. As he found
out later from other guys, the experiences were not unusual and he had put
the experiences into a compartment in his mind and ignored them. But the
quilt and the concept of the normal were imprinted.

His mind flipped to the present to Eric, Mark and John. They were gay men;
they seemed so at ease with their sexuality. All were athletic, bright and
had wide ranging interests. They were great to be with and acted so
"normal". He grimaced at that really stupid concept. What was normal? The
only difference with these guys was that they could make a deep emotional
and sexual relationship with a man. He had a flash of understanding. He
wasn't jealous of Stevie and Eric. He was envious of their ease with
themselves. Well, if he was honest with himself, there was a bit of
jealousy about Eric being with Stevie but he understood why Eric would do
it. Dave had made it damn clear that he was not available. He was normal;
he was not that way.

One of the guys nudged him, "Dave come on back to us. You look as if you
were in another place. We have some pool to play." Dave smiled and said
that he had drifted off and that he would take anybody on. He felt
rejuvenated somehow.

Little did Dave know that he had it all wrong. Eric was not out with
anyone. He too realized what he was missing and he regretted what he had
said to Dave. His life had not been on hold; his time with Dave were some
of his best weeks in a long time. But the problem still remained Dave had
made it clear that 'he was not that way'. He had to get past this and get
his life back on track. Thank god for work. He went to the club on Friday
night. It didn't work. He felt even lonelier. He saw Steve come in and Eric
just didn't want to put him off again. He quickly made his goodbyes to his
friends, pleading a tough week and left.

Dave had it in his calendar that John and Mark were just back from New York
this week. Maybe he would go over to John's on Saturday and see how the
trip went. Then he would line up some things to do and get out.

John and Mark had a great trip and John was enthusiastic about it. Later in
conversation, he mentioned that they had been at the club. Dave asked how
the gang were and John commented that Eric seemed tired and a bit
withdrawn. His curiosity was peaked. He asked more questions. He eventually
told John the story of their weeks of friendship and their separation.

For Dave, the simple visit to talk about their trip, and a time to chat,
turned out to be journey of discovery. John asked him many questions about
Eric and himself but only one, really centred his thoughts. He asked if
Dave had ever felt like this way about any other person, male or
female. Dave admitted that was what scared him because the answer was no
one. John had focused his options. He either had to accept the situation or
try to do something about it. The something was big. Was this what he
really wanted? Could he? He decided to see Eric; a telephone call was not
his style.

Dave knew that he could have gone to see Eric right after his talk with
John on Saturday but he knew that he had to feel that the time was
right. He had a lot of decisions to make and thoughts to clarify.

He started with one thought, how he felt about Eric. However, that thought
almost immediately led him on a tangent, his past relationships with
women. None ever lasted. He enjoyed the sex and the companionship made life
easier, no searching for dates. Eventually, they sputtered out, often when
that particular woman wanted more. He actually enjoyed his spare time more
with the guys. The women were for some evenings and dates. That was it;
there was no passion, no desire to be with them. Were they just a necessary
convenience? He remembered that night with his girlfriend after the evening
at the club. He was turned on but it had been the evening, watching Mark
and John kissing, talking to Eric about having a hot date, the atmosphere
in the club; that is what had turned him on. His feelings for Eric really
were different than anything before; he enjoyed being with him, sharing
ideas, the banter and just the fun; he had looked forward to their meetings
and time together. He really did have to see him.

On Sunday, he had worked out and ate a good brunch that he hardly tasted
it. Then he went for a walk in the city. Thinking, thinking and rethinking.
He recognized that this was a life changing move. Nothing would be worse
than rushing. He finally came to a decision; he really felt that he had
sorted it out. Dave had spent a final hour preparing in his mind for what
he would say and how he would say it. He tried to think of how it might go
and how to react. So in the early afternoon, he drove and parked by Eric's
condo. He screwed up his nerve and phoned. He tried to prepare for the
worst, a rejection.

"Hi Eric, it's Dave." There was a pause.

"Hi Dave, nice to hear your voice." He sounded genuine.

"Are you alone?"

With out thinking, "Yeah?"

Dave had decided to leave nothing to chance. He would not to ask if he
could come up. He said calmly, "Good. I'm outside your condo and I shall be
up in a couple of minutes. I have to see you." Done. Committed.

When the door opened, all Dave's preparations and tactics just
evaporated. Eric looked so tired and worn out. He hadn't shaved today. He
almost looked defeated. Dave's heart went out to him. "Eric, I have missed
you." He grabbed Eric in a hug and wouldn't let go. "Missed you, missed you
a lot. You can throw me out but I had to say it."

"Dave, a light went out last week for me. You can stay as long as you
want." Then the miracle, a little gleam of mischief. "Well for today anyway
and not past 10:00." There were weak smiles from both of them. "Please
don't talk. Let's sit down. Please, I know it may be difficult for you but
just hold me."

They sat on the couch and Dave just held him. Finally, he took Dave's hand
and rubbed it across his stubble. Dave looked at him with a question in his
face. "Just reality, Dave. I am a man."

"I know," he paused, "and, and it doesn't seem to matter to me anymore." In
feet first, he had said it. This wasn't how his script had been thought out
but .... They looked at each other.

Eric looked intently at him. "Dave that is a big statement. Are you sure?
Do you mean it the way I hope you mean it?"

He blurted out, "I only know that I have never felt this way about anyone
before." He paused to let that sink in, to Eric and to himself. He was
surprised, because he had no sense of sudden panic. It seemed right.

"Please Dave, let this not be a dream. Do you know what you are in for?"

"I've spent the last days trying to figure that all out. I'd be dishonest
if I didn't admit that I was scared and I still am but not in a bad
way. Eric, I'll commit myself and promise to be honest. You are the one
person I don't want to hurt. Day by day for a while?"

"Fair enough. But I too shall have to be honest with you and myself."

They talked about their miserable weeks. Eric felt so withdrawn at the club
on Friday and was just going through the motions to be out but he felt even
more alone. Dave told him about seeing him on TV the other night and some
of his reactions. All the time they were looking at each other as if just
discovering themselves for the first time. They talked for a long
time. Suddenly, Dave looked at his watch.

"Eric this is going to sound strange. I have been so stressed that I
finally feel relaxed and hungry. How about we make some supper here. In
fact, I have a suggestion. I think that you could use some fresh air and
then some food. Let's go to the supermarket before it closes and get the
ingredients for a salad with roast chicken. I'll prepare it with you as
sous chef."

"My old Dave is back in a new form? You plan and make suppers?"

"I'll ignore that comment." He tried to look stern and indignant but only
got a smile from Eric. "You cook. Do you have some good olive oil, cider
vinegar, balsamic vinegar and dried mustard?"

"Olive oil yes, cider vinegar no, balsamic vinegar no, dried mustard
yes. You invade my home, now my kitchen!"

"You don't have those items and you call yourself a cook. Oh, right, a
cook, yes; a chef, no. Ouch, that punch in the arm may have injured me. I
may not be able to prepare this wonderful meal."

"Let's go and don't be a drama queen. Oops, maybe a bad choice of words?"
Now they were both laughing. They felt renewed; some of the magic had
returned. Nothing more was said but Dave got the hug that he had given Eric
when he had arrived.

"Dave that salad was wonderful. The vinaigrette was so fresh and tasty and
just matched the chicken. The roasted peppers and onions were excellent. I
would never have thought of coating the bread in olive oil and roasting it
as well. Wow. Do you have any other surprises."

With eyes flashing and a small smirk on his lips, "I hope so."

"Ah, the time to talk about practical matters. I want to go slow and at a
comfortable pace for both of us, especially me."

"Eric you can set the pace." He paused to look Eric directly in the
eyes. "Can I complain?"

"Could I stop you?"

"Touche!"

"Dave, I have a really busy day tomorrow that is going to be much more
pleasant after today's events. I shall be quite late. Could we meet on
Tuesday for supper at the pub?" Dave nodded in understanding saying that he
too had a meeting that might be late.

"Dave, to more personal matters. Is this just you and me?"

Instinctively, he knew exactly what he meant. "My girlfriend picked up
anything that she kept at my apartment a couple of weeks ago. I am free and
unattached. You?"

"Dave, I haven't seen anyone for weeks." He paused. "No, not even Stevie
boy." Smiles.

They emailed each other a couple of times on Monday and a text on
Tuesday. Dave was actually apprehensive about their meal on Tuesday. Would
he measure up to Eric's expectations? Would he pass the physical closeness
tests coming up?

There were no worries at the pub. Conversation flowed. It was light and
fun. They played a little pool. Dave commented that he was glad that they
didn't skip the pool as the last time they skipped pool .... He got another
shot in the arm. He told Eric he was keeping a record. They were going back
to Eric's. Now the next test.

They got a drink each and Eric sat beside him on the couch. Once again, he
took Dave's hand and ran it over his face. Dave couldn't help himself; he
said that it felt better shaved and protected himself from any possible
punch. Instead of the punch, Eric ran his fingers over Dave's face and then
he unbuttoned Dave's shirt sleeve and ran his fingers up and down Dave's
arms. Dave was surprised how stimulating that was. Then he had Dave do it
to him.

Eventually, Dave turned Eric around and pulled him into his chest with his
arms around him. He didn't try to take his shirt off but he massaged his
chest through the shirt. They changed spots and Eric repeated his actions
but added light kisses on the side of Dave's neck. It was gentle but
meaningful. Then his hands went down Dave's chest and rested on his
thighs. He slowly stroked his thighs allowing his fingers to go closer and
closer to his crotch. Dave started to swing his legs back and forth in
excitement. Eric applied more and more pressure but never touched his
genitals at least not with his fingers. Dave was making little noises. Eric
finally took his hands away and gave Dave's neck one final kiss.

He made them both stand up. They looked at each others very full package
and smiled.

"Well Dave, you look as if you have a little problem, actually it's not
little." He got at a tap on the arm.

"Nothing that my friends cannot help me with, if necessary."

"Your, your ... I, I thought ...?" Both laughed heartily when Dave held up
his left hand and wiggled his fingers. Eric added that he preferred his
right hand friends. They hugged goodbye and almost in a ritual, Eric
scraped his beard across Dave's face and nose. It said loudly and clearly
that he was a man and don't forget it. His and Dave's filled out packages
actually spoke louder.

They saw each other a couple of times that week and decided to go dancing
at the club. The place was energetic with music and conversation on a
Friday night. All the guys were surprised when they turned up together but
nothing was said. John just observed. They danced with each other and with
the other guys. The good looking guy who had danced with Dave approached
the table. Eric looked up and welcomed him. This is Steve he said to
Dave. Steve unbidden said that he must be Dave and that Eric has mentioned
his name. Eric blushed and smiled, looking pleased at something. Dave
guessed that there was a story for another time and place. Steve left
saying that he just wanted to say hello and thank Dave for the dance many
weeks ago. Strange. They left a while later laughing and chatting.

They got back to the condo and sat with their bodies touching each other,
reviewing the week and the night. Neither mentioned Steve and his visit to
the table. Dave suspected, no, he knew but didn't care. As usual, Eric took
the lead. He unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off along with his t
shirt. He took Dave's hand and put it on his chest. Dave moved his hand
around fondling the light hair.

After a few minutes, Eric stopped him. "I want to show you something." He
took off Dave's shirts and first of all ran his chin over the skin and then
the nipples. That sent Dave tingling. With the ritual completed, he used
his fingers over his chest and over the nipples. He took each nipple
between his thumb and finger and pinched lightly. This was something that
Dave loved but was often afraid to admit his feelings, stupidly thinking
that only a woman's breast were supposed to be fondled. In minutes, he was
squirming and sighing. He started to do the same to Eric. After a few
minutes, Eric stopped them.

"Dave, I am going to do something that I have done to no one for years."
Dave looked perplexed. Eric leaned in and kissed him. He stopped and looked
at Dave. "I consider that this is one of the most intimate things a person
can do. To me it means everything." In answer, Dave reached over and pulled
him into a long kiss. Their lips parted and their tongues met. It was not
an invasion or a wild thrusting of tongues but a gentle almost languid
motion. It was incredibly sensual. Again both were surprised how it had
turned them both on! Dave knew that this was Eric's only initiative for
tonight. A step at a time. He didn't mind but he suspected his friends
would be called upon tonight.

Dave decided when they stood up to leave that he had the right to make a
statement as well. They were standing with shirts still off and both their
pants were well tented. He ran his hand over Eric's chest and down the
trail to his belt and lightly ran his hands over Eric's rigid erection. He
didn't grab or stroke; it was just light touches. He was saying that he
knew that he was with a man and that they had aroused each other. Eric
reciprocated. Dave moaned with his eyes closed and finally pushed Eric
gently away.

"Any more and it could get messy." They kissed at the door and reluctantly
said their good byes. Eric's final thoughts as he went to sleep with wet
fingers and a messy sheet were simple. 'Maybe there can be two in a
million. He is ready and I think that I am too.' Dave was correct; his
friends had a relief mission as well. They both slept very soundly.

Eric had some work duties on Saturday for a small Party conference. Dave
used his time to go to the gym and buy the makings for supper. When Eric
arrived at the condo at 6:30, it was filled with a wonderful aroma.

"What is it? Smells heavenly. All I have had are sandwiches and coffee, bad
coffee at that." He gave Dave a kiss of appreciation. It actually turned
into more than that. However, Dave broke it and he announced that there was
no time for anything else. Dinner was ready in 15 minutes and the wine was
breathing. Dave swatted Eric's behind and directed him to the shower.

"Yes master or should I say, Oui, Monsieur le chef (Yes Mr Chef)."

 Dave acknowledged with a deep bow, pointing to the bathroom and said
fluently, "Vas-y maintenant! (Get there now.)

Eric looked at him curiously, thinking good accent, fluent. He muttered,
"Tu parles francais (You speak French)? Tu as beaucoup de talents caches
(You have many hidden talents)." Dave noticed that he used the intimate
'tu'.

"Dave, that was wonderful. What was the dish? The wine was superb with
it. What was it?"

"The dish is a French country dish called Daube de Beouf, quite simple
actually. The wine is a nice wine from southwest France, Saint Roche
Vielles Vignes from the Cote de Roussillon,. Not a well known area but it
is becoming a very good producer with some interesting wines."

"You are beginning to scare me. You have hidden a lot of talents from me."
He paused and looked intently at Dave with mischief in his face. "What no
dessert?"

"I have some dessert wine and thought that we might have a very different
kind of dessert." Eric's eyes went wide and a smile cracked his lips. He
knew that their thoughts were in sync.

They sat and sipped a really nice dessert wine. Eric took a small sip and
leaned over and kissed Dave with the wine still in his mouth. They swirled
it between each other. "Was that the different kind of dessert that you had
in mind?"

"Exactly!" They had some more. "Eric, I would like you to do something for
me. You have been doing things to remind me that you are a man. Would you
stand there, pointing to the middle of the room and take your clothes off?
I want to see the entire package. I know that I am ready."

Eric started do to laugh in disbelief. "You want a striptease from me?"

"You don't have to do it to music and you don't have to dance. But yes."

Eric took another sip of wine and gave Dave a little more
dessert. Chuckling, he stood up licking his lips, lasciviously. He took off
his shirt but he did it slowly a few buttons at a time and then sleeve by
sleeve. He threw it at Dave who took it and smelled it. They both
smiled. "You have seen this before. You like?" Dave nodded with
appreciation.

"Turn around." He did. When he was facing him again,"Now the rest." Socks
and shoes came off very slowly with a wink and big smile. Eric was getting
into it. Belt undone, zipper slowly lowered, pants opened but not down, a
large bulge, a little movement of the hips, the pants to the floor. Eric
was surprised; he was enjoying being an exhibitionist. The wet spot
appearing on his briefs showed how stimulated he was. Dave noticed it too.

They looked at each other. Eric's look was sultry. Dave's was intense. Eric
turned around with his back to Dave, slowly lowered his shorts down over
his ass, pausing and finally off. He stood with his back to Dave,
naked. Dave was taking in the sight. Broad shoulders to size 33
waist. Light hair on the beautiful, tight, rounded ass. Nice, short, dark
hair on the athletic legs. Dave said nothing realizing that he was seeing
in the flesh what he had only envisioned in his mind that night at the
pub. Eric turned around. Magnificent. Beautifully defined chest with lovely
hair and flat stomach. For the first time he saw the beautiful, large, very
erect cock with large balls hanging loosely. The head was large and very
full. Dave was stunned by how much this further inflamed him.

"Ready to run, Dave?" A vigorous shake of his head, no.

"Come and join me. I feel a little lonely." Dave stood up and started to
take his shirt off. "No! That is my job." Eric slowly undressed Dave,
stroking his body as he went, until he was naked.  He held Dave away from
with his hands and took in his body. Magnificent. He had seen the chest
before but the whole package was stunning. His eyes grew large as he took
in the size of Dave's erection. He decided to leave any comment until
another time. One of the largest he had seen.

He led Dave back to the couch and sat down pulling Dave in front of him,
still standing. He licked his stomach and his thighs. There were
appreciative moans from Dave. He finally touched the tip of his cock with
his tongue tasting the wetness. A shiver ran through Dave's body. He
carefully put his tongue and then his mouth around the head, first circling
the head with his tongue and then sucking lightly.  He used his tongue to
go up and down Dave's cock. Louder noises of approval. Finally taking it in
his mouth and moving up and down with pressure from his lips and movement
with his tongue. He looked up at Dave who looked transported. They were
ahead of his schedule but Dave had himself advanced the timetable. He
proceeded to give the best blow job he knew how. Dave had never felt
anything like it. It was electric.

After a very short time, Dave stopped him, talking almost in
gasps. "Careful. Going to finish. Too soon." Dave knelt down and started to
copy what Eric had done.

"You don't have to ...."

"Like hell, I want and need this." Either he had lied about his past or he
was a very fast learner. He licked , he sucked copying what Eric had
done. Dave realized that he enjoyed the taste and texture. It was
distinctive, not like a woman. It actually made Dave harder and more
passionate from the pleasure and knowledge of what he was doing. Eric, very
shortly, was stopping him.

He forced him up and led him to the bedroom. When they lay down, they had
their first passion filled kiss. They had each other in an embrace and
their tongues were battling the other, occasionally stopping to lightly
bite the upper or lower lip. Their hands were moving over their backs,
asses, pinching nipples. Eric bent down and bit Dave's nipples. There were
cries of surprise and passion.

"Dave, however you want, finish me and then I shall finish you." Dave was
instantly back with his mouth. The feelings were electric and very shortly,
Eric removed Dave's mouth, put both their hands on his cock and together
stroked him to one of the most intense orgasms of his life. They were
covered. In a moment of total passion, Dave held up one of his finger that
had Eric's semen running down it. He appraised it as if he were figuring
something out and put it in his mouth. Dave looked as if he were savouring
it. So much for the timetable.

Eric was surprised but didn't say anything.  Eric didn't wait, he started
immediately on Dave. Eric sensed where Dave was and used his mouth to
finish him off. Dave was moving his head from side to side, telling Eric
how sensitive he was, how incredible it felt. He started to moan and call
out Eric's name. His mouth was open and his eyes closed. There was almost a
grimace of pleasure on his face. Eric marvelled at the force and quantity
of the cum as the first pulse filled his mouth. When he finished, Eric's
face, mouth and lips were covered. The taste was wonderful.  Dave was
shaking for a long time after his last pulse had erupted and Eric held him
tightly in his arms.

Dave finally looked at Eric. "I would never have believed those sensations
were possible." They lay in each others arms facing together just looking
at and touching the other.

Finally, Eric surveyed the two of them. "We are a mess. Want to take a
shower by yourself or with me?" Dave got them both up and led Eric to the
shower. When they got back to the bedroom, Eric lay down and Dave sat on
the edge of the bed.

Smiling, "I guess I had better get ready to go?"

"Only if you don't want to stay the night."

"I thought that you never ...."

"None of them were you. Remember, I didn't kiss them either." They looked
intently at each other. "We might want a repeat performance in the
morning?" Eric cocked his head to the side with a small smile. Dave climbed
in. To Dave, it felt right to be holding this man in bed and in a few
minutes, he slept soundly. Eric could feel Dave's chest and hot groin
against him and he rejoiced. He had found the man to kiss and to stay
overnight.


Author's Note.

I am not sure if this is the end or if there is another part. Stayed tuned,
but it could be a while.

preecherdave@gmail.com


If you liked this story, you might want to read the others that I have
published on Nifty. In particular, Unexpected Change has had the most
positive comments; one of my favourites is Getting My Act Together.

Unexpected Change, Nifty, College, April 16, 2011
Friendship, Nifty, Adult Friends, May 20, 2011
Surprising Last Year at University, Nifty, College, June 9, 2011
Murder Changed My Life, Nifty, Beginnings, July 8, 2011
What is Love?, Nifty, Beginnings, August 31, 2011
Getting My Act Together, Nifty, Adult-Friends, November 10, 2011
Surprised, Nifty, Adult-Friends, January 14, 2012