Inside, Wesley dropped his book bag like it was full of bricks and slid mine off my shoulder. He kissed me and walked me back to the sofa. I dropped onto the cushion and Wesley dropped to his knees. He pushed my shirt up and kissed and licked my stomach while his hands nimbly unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. He noticed that I was already stiff with anticipation and he chuckled softly.
“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered, yanking down my jeans and boxers.
“I—I can’t help it…. You….” His warm mouth surrounded me. I gripped his shoulders and slid down on the couch, wiggling and spasming beneath him. He ran his hand up my chest, circling a nipple and pinching it. My body quaked with ecstasy, overflowing my senses and making me twitch with the most exquisitely pleasurable sensation. His mouth, his tongue, the back of his throat, his nimble fingers were all in a chorus to bring me to crisis. “Wes…. Wesley….”
Wesley held fast to me until I slumped into the couch, my life drained from my body. He smiled triumphantly and stood up. I was still trying to catch my breath, and Wesley stepped to the side. I could see a bulge in his pants and I blushed, looking away.
“I gotta go to the bathroom,” he said and patted my head.
I tried not to look at him as I pulled up my pants. I heard the door close and I sighed. Wesley didn’t ask me to reciprocate the pleasure he gave, and I was a little relieved. I was nervous and embarrassed and I felt a little guilty, but I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to show him that I cared about him, but I was afraid. I was afraid I might be falling in love with him and that he might not think of me as anything more than a way to pass the time.
Wesley came back from the bathroom, his cheeks rosy, and kissed my forehead. I asked him if he wanted something to drink and I brought back two sodas from the kitchen. Wesley helped me with my math homework, rubbing my thigh while I worked out the problems under his tutelage. He would kiss me and nibble on my ear when I answered a problem correctly. I bit my lip and persevered without giving in to his insinuating gestures. We worked on Spanish next and then moved on to some history homework. Wesley moved his hand from my thigh to my shoulder with a sigh when he realized that I wasn’t giving in to his unspoken persuasion.
“Hey. I’m home and I’m starving. Tor, get your butt in the kitchen and start making dinner,” Alycia announced, swinging the door open to its limit. She blushed a little when she saw Wesley, embarrassed by her own pushiness. She liked others to think she was sweet and kind, not a bossy loudmouth. “Hi, Wes. How ya doin’?” she asked. Wesley smiled, closing the textbook on his lap. I stood up and gave Alycia an eyeful, and she shrugged. I guess she didn’t care to keep up appearances in front of Wesley and she barked at me again. “C’mon, I’m hungry,” she whined. Then her eyes sparkled and she smiled broadly at Wesley. “Wanna stay for dinner? Tor’s a great cook.”
“Yeah, I know,” Wesley answered with a smile in my direction.
“Then you’ll stay?” Alycia asked, stretching her arms over her head and grinning at me.
“If it’s all right,” Wesley said, tilting his head back to look at me. I stood behind the sofa and nodded.
I went to the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator and the pantry, finally deciding to make tacos for dinner. I grabbed the apron from the hook in the pantry and began to brown some ground turkey in a frying pan.
“He looks cute in an apron, doesn’t he?” Alycia said, raising an eyebrow.
Wesley looked me up and down with a telling grin and nodded. I told them to get out of my kitchen and they laughed, staying where they were. We talked while I made dinner and I realized how comfortable I felt while we were eating. We sat three in a row on the sofa and watched TV as we ate, talking and laughing. I liked this feeling, this comfort that Alycia gave me: acceptance, but perhaps it was her indifference, that nothing had changed, that my being with Wes was the most normal thing in the world.
Chapter 10
WESLEY SKIPPED fourth hour to eat lunch with me. We sat in front of the school on the giant cement planter where I always ate. He sat cross-legged, his knee touching mine, and ate the apple from my lunch.
“What the fuck? We’ve been looking all over for you, Carroll.”
Alan Dunne and Jeremy Read walked toward us and I leaned to the side so Wesley and I weren’t touching. “You ditched us ’cause you said you had something to do, and here you are dickin’ around with him?” Alan said, glancing at me.
“So? I said I had stuff to do. What do you want?” Wesley said, after a low, quiet sigh.
Jeremy looked at me and then at Wesley. I worried that Jen and Olivia might’ve spread rumors.
“I got a blunt ready to go and I wondered if you wanted to partake,” Alan said, looking down his nose at me. I felt out of place.
“Can’t. But thanks for the invite,” Wesley answered, shaking his head.
“C’mon, Wes. You’ve been hanging out with him every damn day. What’s your fuckin’ deal?”
I felt a twinge
