Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2017 22:35:12 -0600 From: Ocelot Subject: Friends, Neighbors, and Lovers Chapter I Hey everyone! Here we go again with the stuff before the story. This is a total work of fiction, any resemblance to people or events, fictional or not, is a coincidence. If you're not allowed to read this because age/location/religion, go away. You know what you're getting in to here. If this offends you, go away. Go have a pumpkin spice whatever. On with the story! Sex will happen between our two characters, but not in this chapter. It's more of an introduction than anything else. Friends, Neighbors, and Lovers Chapter I It all began because my school changed locations. For Kindergarten, and first grade, I went to the same building. Then, the alternative school I went to changed locations to a building downtown that required a ride on the city bus. I say alternative because that's the best way to describe it. It wasn't an alternative school in the regard that it was for those with learning difficulties or attendance issues. Rather, parents volunteered and helped out when they could. Some helped students with math. Others helped students with handwriting. The school as a whole went on camping trips, and each Friday there were activities such as bowling or roller-skating or skiing during the winter. Fairs were held as fundraisers. Everyone pitched in to help the school. When my mother heard the school was moving locations, and I'd have to ride the city bus to school, she decided that I would attend second grade at the local public elementary school. So, that fall, when school started, I took my backpack with notebooks and pencils, and walked the four blocks to school. Liberty Elementary school, home of the Dragons. Not having a mascot for my previous school, I thought it was all kind of silly. My second grade classroom was at the end of the hall, right next to the doors that led outside for easy access to recess. I sat at a desk in a row by the window and expected the worst, but hoped for the best. I knew nobody in the school. I had no friends. Little did I know that second grade would hold surprises for me. One of the first people I met was Danny. I was in the bathroom during recess when he came up to me. I was busy peeing into the urinal, so I really didn't want company. Though the bathroom was empty, he took the urinal next to me and began to do his business. He looked over at me. "Hey. How's it going?" he asked as I shook, tucked, and zipped. Thinking that the bathroom was an odd place to make friends, I figured I should at least try and make friends in this new school. I did have a few friends from my old school, but this was the time before social media, cell phones, and instant messaging. I didn't have their phone numbers so I had mentally said good bye to them over the three month summer break. "Hi yourself," I said as I went to the sink and began washing my hands. The school didn't have solid soap. It didn't even have liquid soap. Rather, it had powdered soap from metal dispensers. It was rather like washing my hands with powdered laundry detergent. "I noticed you're going around by yourself," the stranger said as he began washing his hands. "Are you new to the school?" "Yeah," I said, drying my hands with the paper towels. "I went to a different school last year, and things happened and now I'm here." He offered his hand, still damp from the washing. "I'm Daniel. You can call me Danny. Everyone does." We shook, and headed out to the playground. It turned out that he was also new. Since we didn't know anyone else, we didn't think it was appropriate to join any other groups of kids playing on the playground, so we just began walking around the playground, waiting for the bell to sound and recess to end. "I'm new to the school, but not the neighborhood," I said, as we paused in the shade of a tree. "I went to a different school, and it was four blocks away from my house. It was an easy walk in the morning. Then, something happened and that school is downtown. Now, I go here and it's a three block walk, but in the other direction." "That's nice," Danny said. "I'm new here and new to the neighborhood. My...mom moved here during the summer and I live with my older sister and brother as well." We kept walking around the playground and talking until recess ended. We returned back to our second grade classroom. Since we sat on opposite sides of the classroom, we couldn't talk for the rest of the day. We met again as we were leaving school, and I was surprised when we began walking the same direction. "Are you coming home with me?" I joked, smiling at him. "Actually, I live in this direction. Just over two blocks and up a few more," Danny said, his brown eyes twinkling. His creamy skin revealed a dimple as he smiled back. "No way! I'm going in that direction. What street do you live on?" "Brian Avenue," he said, pointing north. "How about you?" "I live on Davidson Avenue. It ends up there, but I live just on the other side of nineteenth," I said, pointing. We kept walking until we had to split up. He kept walking straight, and I turned onto Davidson. As I walked toward home, I thought about Danny. About my height, a bowl cut, brown eyes, and nice pale skin. It was a contrast to my own. I was part Latino, so my skin was naturally a bit brown. I had black hair, and also brown eyes. Though I didn't know how or why, my heart raced a bit when I thought of Danny. As the weeks went by, Danny and I became friends. We would meet before school began, and walk around the playground, talking. I walked to school, but his mother dropped him off on her way to work, so we didn't walk to school together. We played at recess together, and ate lunch together. We became good friends, and were inseparable at school, except in class where our seats were on opposite sides of the classroom. Being the shy and timid kid I was, I didn't even tell my mother about him until he invited to come to his house after school one day. I was her only child, and so she was kind of over protective of me. I was also born with a medical condition where I required an operation when I was less than a year old. That added to her being protective of me. My father worked all hours of the day as a mechanic, so I was left with talking my mother into letting me hang out somewhere out of her watchful eye. Finally, she phoned Danny's mother, Marge. Danny lived in a brown stucco house with a small curving driveway that met a two car garage. We walked to his house after school on Friday. Friday was a short day. School finished up before lunch, and I had a lunch in my backpack. Danny's mom was there and greeted us. As I set out my food, she placed a plate before Danny. We ate and talked and got acquainted. When we finished eating, we went downstairs. Since his siblings were older, they were always driving around with their friends and never home, the basement was basically his domain. He had a pool table, a Nintendo, and a huge bed. Shuffling along the carpet felt weird with no shoes. We'd left them on the front porch. My parents were okay with people wearing shoes in the house, so long as no mud or dirt was being tracked around. "What do you think?" Danny asked, gesturing to the room as a whole. "Kind of dark, but I like it. My basement has white walls. I like the wooden walls, and dark carpet." Ground level windows let in some natural light, but it was still kind of dark. It felt like a secret place, actually. "Here is where I can relax from school and chores. Do you like Nintendo?" Danny asked, as he unraveled a controller. "I do indeed," I said, sitting down next to him on the carpet. The couch was too far away for the controllers to reach. He loaded up Super Mario Brothers and I was Luigi and he was Mario. Since he played regularly, he was quite good at it. Since I played on the rare occasions we went to my cousin's house, I wasn't as good as him. Before I knew it, Bowser had been defeated. When I got back home, I was asked if I had a good time. I answered in the affirmative, and went to my room to lie down until dinner. Danny was nice. His mom was nice. They were some pretty nice people. More so than the people who were neighbors to me. I pondered on this strange occurrence for a bit until I gave up. I guessed there must have been nicer people than the ones I was used to. The next time I went to Danny's house a week later, we didn't play Nintendo like last time. His mother had given us permission to watch a movie. "The Terminator" rolled its opening credits as we got settled on the couch. "I've never seen this one. Is it any good?" I asked as the opening text appeared on the screen. "I think it is," Danny said, as he leaned back. "It has plenty of action, suspense, killer cyborgs, helpless humans, and so on." "Oh," I said, for lack of anything else. "Sounds good then." We watched as the lightning crackled and the garbage truck stopped as it was lifting the dumpster. Danny chuckled as the bewildered driver mumbled "What the hell" a few times. I have to admit, it was kind of funny. Everything was normal until Kyle Reese and Sarah Connor began making love. I was quite curious. Every time a sex scene happened on TV, my parents covered my eyes. It kind of looked painful for Sarah. "Is it as painful as it looks?" I asked, naïve in these matters. "No. It's acting," Danny said confidently. "Are you sure?" I grabbed the remote control and rewound the tape. "It looks painful for her," I said, gesturing to her face. "Well, I'm pretty sure it's not painful. Why would they do it then?" Danny paused the tape and Sarah's breasts were exposed in the freeze frame. I couldn't help but stare because I hadn't seen a pair in real life before. "We could try it ourselves, and see how it is," Danny suggested. Still staring at the breasts on screen, I didn't catch what he said. "What?" I asked, turning and looking at him. His brown eyes twinkled as if he realized it could get us in trouble, but didn't care. Wanting to impress Danny, I agreed. I placed my right hand on his left shoulder. Not only was I blushing like crazy, but I could feel the heat in my face. I ran my thumb over the dimple in his cheek and cupped the back of his head. I had no idea what I was doing, but this was somewhat like how they began on TV. Slowly, our faces came together. We leaned in, and slowly, our lips met. His lips were soft, and I could feel his pulse galloping through our shirts. I was keenly aware of my own increased heart rate. We kissed for a few seconds before pulling apart, gasping. "Wow. That was...that was..." I fumbled around for a good word to describe it. "Did you like it?" Danny asked, a bit of concern on his face. "I want more. Is that okay?" To respond, Danny leaned in and kissed me again. He wrapped his arms around me, and held me close. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and we scooted closer together on the couch. We kept kissing, and I placed my hand on his chest, and he squeezed me tight, but in a pleasurable way. "You kids doing okay down there?" it was his mom's voice! We pulled apart, gasping in pleasure, and then realized his mom was just shouting down the stairs at us. When he had recovered, Danny called out that we were doing fine. We giggled at each other and he held me in his arms for the rest of the movie. I still didn't know if sex was painful, but kissing at least enjoyable. I hoped we'd be doing more kissing in the future. That's the end of Chapter I. I hope it was okay. Don't worry about how there was no sex in this chapter. It's coming. Cumming? Whatever. I've found the stories I like the most are the ones where you learn and grow with the characters. When the sex actually happens, it's better for you, and those involved. That's my opinion anyway. Agree? Disagree? Potato? Tomahto? Whatever. Send correspondence to fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com and I'll get back to you when I get back to you!