“Oh, ah… I guess there aren’t a lot of options. How about on the bed?” He said, motioning to his mattress.
I laid on my back, my arms behind my head as he fished out his drawing pad and some pencils.
“Close your eyes. Don’t think about anything, just relax as if you were at home,” he said and pulled up a rickety chair.
I wanted to goof off, but as he started moving his pencil over the paper, I was determined to be what he needed. Blowing out a big breath, I did as he asked, listening to the swish of lead sketching on paper and his gentle breath. When silence filled the room I turned to find him watching me. I sat up and looked at his sketchbook, the crude drawing of light and heavy lines, and blocked-in shadows, a work of art. It was strange seeing myself on paper, the way he saw me.
I smiled at him. “See? You’re talented.”
He blushed, took the sketchbook from me, and pushed me onto the bed. I laughed, assuming he wanted to get frisky, but he cuddled me, wrapping his legs around my body as if he were afraid he might lose me. I held him tightly, whispering sweet things.
“Thank you for coming,” he mumbled.
“I’ll always be here,” I said. “No matter what happens between us, I’ll always be your friend, okay?”
We fell asleep together and I was keenly aware of his breathing and the beat of his heart as if they were my own. It reached through sleep, lulling me. If I were lucky, I’d never be alone again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JAKE
It was hard to believe another Friday was here. As I stepped out of Gabriel’s luxurious shower, I was reinvigorated. After my breakdown Sunday night, I was left raw, but his constant praises and reassurances soothed me. It was strange how a good cry helped blow off stress.
After confessing my kink to him, I’d felt a lot better. The fact that he still wanted to be with me after discovering my propensity to wear women’s underwear, was nothing short of astonishing. Even better, he seemed entirely interested in it, curious even.
I’d done a lot of thinking about what he’d said. He was right. Why was I so ashamed about it? I supposed it was because I’d been discarded for most of my life, anything I liked or did wasn’t good enough. Even now, as I thought about all Gabriel had said and done, I was convinced he could never love me. Surely, I was too weird.
A rap at the door made me jump. “Are you almost done? We’re going to be late, and they will heckle me for it.”
I parted the door a few inches and didn’t miss the way he tried to sneak a peek at my junk. “I’m almost done. Why would they heckle you for being late?”
He laughed. “Just wait until you meet them. You know, seeing you naked makes me not want to go.”
A smile pulled at my lips. “You have to. They’re your friends. And I want to meet them.”
I closed the door, cutting off his snicker and hurried to get dressed. I could spend all day in his beautiful bathroom with his expensive soap and scented creams and oils. I was being nosy, looking through his cabinets and sampling all the amenities.The wax pot was highly appealing. As self-conscious as I was, I’d wanted to wax my crack and balls, but could never afford to have it professionally done. Besides, I’d never had anyone to appreciate it before. And sexy women’s underwear would look and feel better against smooth skin.
I quickly abandoned my snooping. I tossed a long-sleeve T-shirt over my head. I set my jeans on the marble sink and rifled around in my bag. I couldn’t believe I’d brought the sexy panties. It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing. Was I really considering wearing them to hang out with Gabriel’s friends? I believed him when he’d said my kink did not bother him, but…dare I?If you can handle blowjobs, you can handle this. Go for it!
My heart hammering, I slipped my legs into the panties and pulled them up my hips. I had to arrange my junk in the tight confines and the instant my brain registered lace against my skin, a rush of blood made for my cock. I skimmed my palm over my lace-covered junk, imagining it was Gabriel’s hand. This was a bad idea, wasn’t it? But the kind of bad idea that led to exciting things. I was spinning out of control. I had no idea what I was doing anymore.
“Did you fall in the toilet?” Gabriel asked with a muffled laugh through the door.
“Almost done, I promise.” I slipped on my pants, entranced with the way the pink lace looked as I zipped up the fly. Holy shit, but I was doing this, wasn’t I.That a boy.I quickly buttoned my jeans before I could think twice about my decision.
When I finally left the bathroom, my heart was drumming in my ears. He was by the front door, playing with Pixel.
“Wow. No wonder. You look great.” He approached and kissed my cheek. “Smells like someone got into my cologne.”
“Sorry, ah, I didn’t have any.”
“Don’t be. You smell good. Now the boys can tease us about smelling the same.” He took my lips in a chaste kiss that lingered like a sweet note of fine wine.
“We're going to be late, remember?” I teased.
He grinned and took my hand as we left this condo. “You’re going to have fun tonight, I promise.”
I didn’t doubt him. He knew how to show a guy a good time and tonight wouldn’t be any different. I was a little anxious about being in a bar with a bunch of people I didn’t know, but he’d take care of me.
