“What the hell does it matter to you? I said I got things to do.”
Alan furrowed his brows and turned on his heel. “Whatever, man.” Jeremy followed him and they went back inside the school.
I breathed a little easier, but I started to get a little angry. They talked as if I wasn’t even there. Maybe Wesley and I did start hanging out rather suddenly, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends. I sighed and Wesley poked my arm.
“Sorry about that,” he said, looking at me sideways.
“It… it’s okay,” I mumbled. “But if you wanna hang out with them, that’s okay.” I fidgeted my hands in my lap, nervous about his answer.
“Why would I want to hang out with them?” Wesley asked rhetorically, rolling his eyes. “You’re much cuter.” I glanced around and, fortunately, no one was near. “Don’t worry. No one’s around and, besides, who cares what others think? After we graduate, we’ll probably never see these people again. Let them think what they wanna think.”
Wesley’s smile was reassuring, but I shook my head. “I just… I don’t want anyone to make fun of me.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about, ’cause I’ll beat them up,” Wesley said, leaning back on his hands.
He was so carefree. It seemed that nothing in the world bothered him, that nothing could touch him. I was really attracted to this side of his personality, because I knew it was something I lacked. I felt more confident just being near him.
The bell rang and lunch was over. Wesley and I parted for fifth hour and then met again before history class. Mr. Hannity gave a short review for the exam the next day. Since our projects were considered the final, it would be our last test.
Wesley came over after school to study for history. He kissed me and then I sat down on the sofa and opened my textbook. Wesley groaned and fell back on the couch, pulling his book bag onto his lap. We began to review the chapter and notes detailed in the outline Mr. Hannity provided. After fifteen minutes, Wesley yawned and let his textbook slide off his lap.
“Man, I can’t do this now. I can’t concentrate. I need to kiss you for at least an hour before I can even begin to think about anything else.”
“An hour?” I asked with wide eyes.
“At least,” he said and inched closer to me. He put his hand behind my head and ruffled my hair.
“C’mon, we gotta study,” I urged, though I knew my voice was shaky.
“Nope. I need an hour.”
“Fifteen minutes,” I offered.
“Forty-five minutes.”
“Ten minutes.”
“Thirty minutes.”
“No minutes.”
Wesley sighed and tickled the nape of my neck with his fingertips. “All right; ten minutes.”
He leaned close and kissed me, taking the book from my lap and dropping it on the floor. His kiss curved around my chin to my neck, and I clung to the sleeves of his shirt. I opened my eyes and glanced at the time on the VCR.
“Are you timing me?” Wesley asked. It was inadvertent; I wasn’t actually going to time him, but I was beginning to recognize his mischievous smile. “Okay, I bet I can make you cum twice in ten minutes. So clock me. Ready, set, go!”
He wasn’t joking; his kisses traveled across my stomach and chest, detouring at each nipple while he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. It was like he was possessed or a man on a mission. He took me in his mouth and sucked on me with a zealous fervor that made me cum very quickly. He paused long enough to kiss me but then dropped to my waist again, pulling me to the edge of the cushion. His fingers worked me over, then his soft mouth surrounded me and I bit my lip and pushed my head back. He gripped my rear end and I felt the back of his throat. I came hard in his mouth and he swallowed with a grin on his lips. He rocked back on his heels, leaving me spinning in a fog of delirious exhaustion, panting and gasping for air. Sweat dripped from my brow and my shirt clung to my chest, dampened by humidity and exertion. He sat back on his heels and smiled at me, a telltale smile, an “I told you so” smile. My heart was beating furiously, and my hands trembled. I pulled up my boxers while Wesley got to his feet.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, stepping to the side.
“Um, but, what about you?”
“Hunh?”
“I mean, you always do, um, stuff for me,” I said, finding it hard to look into his eyes. “But you never make me do anything for you. It makes me feel… kinda selfish.”
His smile was sincere, not a smirk or a grin, and he sat down beside me. His touch was so gentle, and I was sure that I wanted to do this for him. He leaned back on the sofa and took my hands, laying them in his lap as he spread his legs apart. My fingers were shaking as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. He stared at me with the same soft look.
“It might be easier if you were on your knees in front of me, rather than on my side.”
“Oh,” I whispered and climbed over his outstretched leg to the floor between his knees. He moved my hands to his sides, and I hooked my fingers inside his blue jeans and boxers. A bulge was pushing out and my eyes widened as I imagined its actual size. Wesley smiled and lifted himself up slightly as I tugged on his pants.
He chuckled softly as my eyes widened when he was fully exposed. My cheeks turned bright red as I looked over it at the smirk on Wesley’s face.
“I… I don’t…,” I stammered, blushing deeply.
“Just do what you think would make me feel good,” he said, patting my head before leaning down and kissing me. “Maybe you
