I laid in bed that night thinking about what I'd just done. It was weird talking to his parents after what we had done to and with each other. But, what they don't know won't hurt them. I closed my eyes. The images in my head were so vivid; it was almost like he was there with me. The graceful curve of his shoulders down his back; the way his long thin fingers brushed lightly across my smooth back, the feel of his lips against my neck, the bristle of his chin stroking mine as his tongue searched the cavern of my mouth. My cock was wet and dripping as my hand grasped the shaft. I reached over and got a hand towel ready to catch what was coming. Slowly, I moved my hand up and down the length of my hot cock as images of Brad's naked body flashed in my head. I started picking up speed. I saw Brad, standing in my doorway, the room bathed in a low red light. He walked toward me, sliding back and forth like an exotic dancer, sliding his hands gracefully up and down his bare torso. His middle covered by only by running shorts that were a bit too small for him. They were Tarheel blue with a white strip down the sides. Slowly, methodically, he pranced toward me as I laid on my bed.
The look of heat and fire in his eyes was unparalleled; the gleam came out at me like blazing embers. He was next to me, his hand brushing my arm, a smile creeping slowly across his youthful face. He turned around and gyrated his hips slowly, picking up speed. My hand never left my pulsating cock as he moved. He turned back around with that faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His hands grabbed the elastic band that held up the shorts. Slowly, he slid the front down revealing the top few of his cock hairs. He moved towards my head as I turned to the side. I licked my lips; I was drooling over what I saw. The bulge in those shorts was unmistakable. I switched hands, reaching out with my free hand toward his insanely hot body as he moved ever closer, but still just beyond reach. He was smiling fully, his teeth glinting in the faint light. He was so close; I could feel the heat from his body. He looked up and down my body as I stretched out before him like a buffet. I wanted to speak, his fingers rose to my face and he put his hand over my mouth and I relaxed. Still smiling, he backed away, still moving back and forth like a dancer, rubbing himself all over, up and down his chest, legs. He stopped and grabbed his cock through the fabric. I was close. I glanced down, a shot of cum flew higher than I've ever seen. He looked impressed. Then another, cum was flying out of me like cannon fire. He moved back toward me. Leaning down, he stuck out his tongue and licked up my cum off my body where it had landed. My knee, then my thigh, then my chest. I could feel the dampness of his saliva turning cold on my skin. I looked at his eyes, he returned my gaze- I knew he was enjoying this. I knew what he wanted next. Then, he was gone. Vanished. My room was empty and I was alone, just me, my thoughts, and a hand towel. I put my head back on the pillow and hoped he'd return, but he didn't. Slowly, the darkness of sleep overtook me.
Friday came and went. Saturday.
I was out front of our house cutting grass with an old push mower. I was almost finished when a car drove up. I looked out. It was Matt. Apparently, his car had been fixed. I never really noticed what kind of car he drove, a black Audi. He was dressed in a nice T-shirt with an open front cotton shirt over it, cargo pants, and dark sunglasses. He looked incredible. I was all dolled up in a ragged undershirt, threadbare khaki cut-offs, and an old hat. He smiled. I released the handle which cut off the mower.
"I saw you come to practice yesterday." Matt said.
"Sorry about getting you out."
"It wasn't a legal move anyway. What are you doing?"
That was fairly obvious.
"What are you doing?" I threw the question back playfully.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere."
"Where?"
"I don't know- where do you wanna go?"
I laughed. He smiled- that gorgeous goofy toothy grin that sent my head spinning. He was leaning up against his car trying to be all smooth.
"I'm finished here. I was just trimming around the bushes. So, sure I'll go somewhere. Just let me change."
"It's a deal then."
We went in the house. As I walked in, Matt followed. My Mom was in the den vacuuming. She looked up and cut off the vacuum. I honestly had forgotten about the other night and her overhearing Brad. So, I nonchalantly said, "Mom, this Matt McConnelly. Matt, this is my mother Sylvia."
Apparently, he had forgotten too, he put out his hand and smiled broadly.
"Hello, Mrs. Gerrish."
Her eyes widened and her jaw slackened. She was obviously impressed. If her son was going to bring home a boyfriend...this wasn't a bad choice.
"Hello, Matt. How are you?"
He noticed a slight tone in her voice- like she knew something. He glanced over at me. I was already headed upstairs to change.
"Please, sit down." She said, motioning to a chair. Her tall slender frame sitting next to his narrow, muscular frame on the couch.
"So, what are you two doing today?"
"I don't know. Any suggestions?" He asked, that damn twinkle in his eye. Then I passed out of earshot.
Up in my room, I was panicking. Should I fake a problem and tell Matt I'd see him later, did I tell him about Brad, did I not tell him about Brad? What the hell should I do? I raced to get dressed. The less time Matt spent being raked over the coals by my mother the better. I walked down the hall to the top of the stairs. I heard I sound I hadn't heard in ages. My mother was laughing. My mother doesn't laugh! Matt was talking, laughing at the same time. They were chatting like old friends, what the fuck? I came clunking down the stairs. They both calmed down. My mother was wiping a tear from her eye. I still couldn't believe what I'd seen. I looked confused.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing," my mother responded, trying to regain her composure.
"I was just telling your mom a story." Matt said, still grinning broadly.
"What was it?"
"Nothing important? Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah."
Mom was still smiling, cutting a sideways glace at Matt as he stood up. She definitely took a look at his ass. I can't blame her. Isn't that the eleventh commandment, `thou shalt not covet thy son's boyfriend?' I think the meeting of Matt and Mom had been productive. I just wished that Brad's first impression had been better. Maybe the Brad vs. Matt question wasn't as solved as I'd hoped. Damn. We went out to his car and drove off.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We could... do lots of things." Matt replied.
"True."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"As long as it doesn't have to do with love, emotions, sex, feelings, Brad, or relationships, then yes."
"Oh. Well...um...then...how `bout them 'Dawgs?"
My heart was tearing in two. I think I love Brad. God knows I don't want to hurt him anymore, but then there's Matt- sitting there, his arms outstretched, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his legs extended beneath the dash, those dark sunglasses perched on his perfect nose, which complemented his perfect face, which complemented his perfect body. My mother apparently adored him instantly, he can be sweet and charming when he wants to be. DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!! WHY CAN'T I MAKE UP MY FUCKING MIND?!?!?!? I wanted to scream, but that would take too long to explain to Matt, so I just sat quietly, staring at the road ahead. I looked out the window. We were going down Ronald Reagan Parkway, passing Emory Eastside Medical Center. We pulled up to the intersection with Scenic Highway. I think that's a dumb name for the road because it's all stores and strip malls, there's nothing scenic about it anymore. Where was Matt taking me?
"Have you decided where we're going?"
"No. Your mom seems like a nice person."
"You can be too...sometimes."
"Look, how many times can I apologize for that?"
Traffic started moving again. We turned right onto Scenic like we were going toward Wal-Mart or Lowe's. We turned into the Stein Mart parking lot. He parked.
"Come with me." He said, removing his glasses and leaving them in the car.
I got out and followed him. We crossed the parking lot and went into JoAnne's. It's a craft store. I was completely confused. What were we doing in a craft store? Matt kept going. He obviously knew what was going on. We passed a bunch of stuff, gift bags, paper, some frilly stuff that I don't know the name of, fake flowers. He stopped. He started looking around like he was searching for something. He pulled a white rose out of the bank of flowers. He turned toward me. Oh shit.
"The white rose," he began, "signifies joy and glory."
He got down on his knees right there in the store. I glanced around. There were people watching. Had he completely lost his mind?
Undaunted, he kept going, "I don't know how you feel... you may not know either. But I love you. White signifies joy and glory. You are my joy, you are my glory. You make me happy." He had clearly rehearsed this or plagiarized it from somewhere, but it was still heartfelt and the look in his eyes made my knees weak. "I just want you to know that your happiness means more to me than breath itself. Every morning, I get up and hope to God that I'll see you and that you will still want to be near me. My greatest fear is that you will reject me, that you will not want to be with me anymore. I don't care what has happened between us...I want what happens between us to be the most meaningful, the most unbelievable thing that has ever happened to either of us. I want you to complete me. You are the key to my happiness. I want you to have this rose. I know, unlike my love, it isn't real, but, like my love, it will never wither or die."
I couldn't stop smiling. What he had done was the most...wow...I still can't describe how that felt. My head went whirling, I was dizzy, lightheaded, euphoric, and horrified. I was speechless. There had to be tears in my eyes. There were a few women watching us, they too had been moved.
I didn't need to say anything. My consent was in my eyes. He stood and hugged me. His strong arms wrapping themselves around me, pressing my body against his as the whole world dissolved in the mistiness of my eyes.
"Matt, I...I don't know what to say..." My voice cracked.
He brushed at my hair with his hand, "You don't need to say anything."
My lip was quivering, I was on the verge of tears, but was holding back for all I was worth. He took my hand in his and we walked to the cash register.
"It's on me." The cashier said, apparently the whole store had witnessed
Clearly, Matt had severely complicated matters. I had been blown over by what he said to me. I can't imagine anybody feeling that way about anyone else, let alone me. I was stunned. I was awestruck. I don't really know how to react. Once we were back in the car, I just sat there.
"Matt, I...I..."
He just smiled sweetly. I detected a slight hint of triumph in that smile. He'd gotten to me and he knew it. The rat knew what he was doing. He was trying to get to me before Brad could. It was like this dog named Misty we used to have. If she didn't like what she was given for dinner, she wasn't about to let any the other dogs eat it. Even if she didn't want it, she guarded it fiercely. Was that what Matt was doing? Was he just playing a mind game? Did he not really want me, just wanted to keep poor Brad from getting me? If getting to me was the object, he'd achieved that with flying colors. Once that idea popped in my head, my stomach went from butterflies to acid.
"Matt." I sounded cold. "What was that?"
"What do you mean?"
"What was that?"
"What the fuck?" He was mad. He had a right to be, I guess- especially if I was wrong. "What do I have to do? You tell, me...what do I have to do to convince you? You are the most suspicious, tactless, dumbass I've ever met. Damn. I humiliate myself in front of store full of total strangers, down on my knees with flowers, professing undying love to you. I've made love to you on my couch, on my bed. What else do you want Andrew?"
Oops. "Nothing." Tears began to well up in my eyes again. Geez.
He looked at me. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to say that. I love you. I know you don't have much experience with people loving you- neither do I, but that's no excuse for me yelling at you. I'm sorry."
I just stared at the floorboard of that black Audi. He leaned over and kissed my cheek, sat back in his own seat, and put on his seatbelt.