“I feel kinda funny,” I said, starting to swing my legs back and forth.
“Funny good? Or funny bad?” Wesley asked, smiling with an arched eyebrow.
“Funny good,” I said with a giggle.
“Yup, you’re definitely stoned, Mr. Grey,” he announced and slapped my back. Mr. Grey sounded funny to me. “You’ve been smiling since your third toke.”
“I have?” I asked, touching my face with my fingertips. I giggled again.
Wesley laughed softly and rested his hand on my leg. “Kiss me.”
“Okay,” I agreed and leaned into him. He slid his tongue between my lips and when I closed my eyes, the sensation rippled through my body. I kissed him with every sense escalated, and it felt so good. Before I knew it, Wesley unbuttoned my blue jeans and pulled down the zipper. I jumped back and looked around cautiously. “Wait! Wh-what are you doing?”
“Relax. There’s no one around for miles,” Wesley assured me, continuing to push his hand down my pants.
I responded to his touch, the mere hint of it. Wesley grinned at me and I finally admitted to myself that I was really horny. I wondered if this was how Wesley felt all the time.
“Wesley!” I protested, remembering how out in the open we were.
“Oh, come on,” Wesley urged. “On the off chance that someone comes by, I’ll just tell them that you… were bit by a snake and I’m just… sucking out the poison.”
“What?”
Wesley yanked down my pants and gasped. “Oh no! It’s swelling up! And rigor mortis has already set in! I’ve got to hurry!”
“What?”
Wesley laughed and then licked the tip tenderly. He moved his hands to the base and then dropped his mouth around me. He sucked and licked feverishly. I moaned quietly, and he pulled me closer and deeper into his mouth, moving his hand to my backside. My legs trembled, and I grasped his shoulders.
“Oh wow….”
Wesley stopped and looked up at me with a grin at the corner of his mouth. “Did you just say wow?”
I looked down at him in my lap, his brown hair falling in his eyes, the grin on his lips. My whole body felt warm and tingly. “Don’t stop!” I pleaded, forgetting about the joint we just smoked, the fresh open air, the fear of being caught. Wesley was the only real thing in this world.
“Yes, sir,” Wesley said, and then sucked hard on me until I came in his mouth and down his throat, which didn’t actually take too long.
I panted and gasped for air, Wesley bracing me and keeping me from toppling over. I held to his arms and sighed, the world slowly coming back to me.
“Oh God… I thought I was gonna die,” I whispered. I took deep breaths, remembering the fevered sensations, and reached my hand out to the top of Wesley’s blue jeans and the bulge pushing out just beneath. Wesley held my hand steady and shook his head.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. “Let’s go back to your place.”
Chapter 16
IT WAS unseasonably warm for mid-June, and the auditorium wasn’t air-conditioned. The ceremony was needlessly long and rather boring. By the end, everyone in the audience used their programs as fans and from the stage, it looked like a whole bunch of giant white butterflies. I felt dizzy from the heat, but I managed to walk all the way across the stage without tripping. I fingered the rolled sheet of paper with the red ribbon tied around it while the closing remarks were being made.
Outside, students gathered with their families, but the warm summer breeze didn’t offer much relief. Mom used nearly a whole roll of film before she even let me take off the polyester cap and gown. Alycia flitted around, chatting with her friends in the graduating class until she found Wesley.
I blushed at the sight of him. He wore gray dress pants and a white short-sleeve button-down shirt with a black-and-gray striped tie. He looked really cute, even though his shoes didn’t match and his hair was all over the place. He seemed a little awkward in that kind of outfit, which made him all the cuter.
He smiled and walked over to me, giving me a brief, platonic hug. He laughed and whispered in my ear, “Finally, the end of the oppressive education machine.” Then he leaned a little closer. “You look really cute today.”
I smiled and patted his back the way a friend would, then greeted Mr. and Mrs. Carroll. Wesley introduced his parents to Mom and Alycia and then he introduced his brother, who drove in from Pennsylvania just to surprise him. I was excited to meet him; Wesley mentioned that he had a brother, but he didn’t talk about his family much.
Scott was taller than Wesley and thicker with muscle; he had a football player’s physique and a cute, boyish face. He looked every bit the three years older than Wesley that he was, but I may have mistaken that for maturity. He seemed genuinely excited to see his brother, but Wesley seemed rather indifferent.
Mom pushed me next to Wesley and pulled out her camera again. She made us put our caps and gowns back on and then took another dozen pictures. Wesley put his arm around my shoulders and when his parents weren’t looking, he slid his hand around my waist.
“Oh! We’re going out for dinner to celebrate. Wanna come with us?” Alycia asked giddily. She tried to make it sound like she just thought of it, but I could tell by her smile that she had planned on asking.
Mom didn’t miss a beat either. “Oh, what a good idea! Yes, we’d love if you’d join us,” she chimed in, smiling broadly.
“That sounds like
