WENDY: I had to return to school to ensure Nicholas wasn’t drastically upset and peradventure, end his classes, and take him with us to just anywhere we grace for the day. His not responding had us driving to D’caprias on an ongoing school day. The commotion we met, however, explained the reason for his unresponsiveness. “Let’s find Nicholas,” Park urged and took the lead into the building. Students retained their group discussion without lifting their heads in acknowledgment of our presence. The sight of the foreign cars and the owners occupied them in natter and better core of interest. “There…” Park pointed to the sight of Nicholas walking out of the school clinic, the one designated for the non-scholarship students. On sighting us, Nicholas stopped and waggled his eyebrows in surprise. He doesn’t look angry, I could see, but I am unable to read his exact expression. “Hey” “Hey,” I responded as he collided in between us. “You alright?” “Sure.” “You walked out of there,” Pa
WENDY: “Isn’t it too soon?” I re-took the passenger’s seat and let Park own his wheel again. He was driving smoothly and quietly until his sudden question halfway from Frederick’s neighborhood put me into a confused state. “What is?” “Falling in love with him.” “With whom?” I coughed anxiously, adjusted nervously, and pulled unnecessarily on my shirt. “No, not at all.” “Oh my! Can you see yourself right now?” Park shook rapidly, imitating how I had acted. “I have never seen you this fickle, man. What is going on?” I gazed at the busy street, trying to make a quick decision and admission to my feelings, yet I failed. I feel great about Frederick. I have never found anyone intriguing or one who ignites my curiosity and who I want to protect and care for as I pump to do for him. It is undeniable that I felt miserable on the days we were unable to face each other, or how happy I felt to receive his message yesterday. I know all this, but there is no conviction if it is a love to
WENDY: The road had no obstacles, which aided my quick and smooth drive. The chilly weather made it more conducive and encouraging to the night ahead. Although it wasn’t raining, the night was freezing, and unlike the first time I took Frederick home with me, he remained awake and forged the road along with me. He smuggled in his seat and occasionally glanced at me. I caught all his stares in smiles, and he kept swooping shyly. I drove into the garage, exciting nothing but the part of me that couldn’t wait to be here. It may seem corny, but I haven’t gone out of boner despite the thirty-five-minute drive back home. I have retained at heart, the kissing and the possibility of doing more tonight. However, minutes after getting home, neither Frederick nor I attempted to leave the car. The sudden silence and stillness between us stiffened and heated to my discomfort. It is beyond my uphold. At this point, I pictured a smooching Frederick and I, or civilizedly, a joint walk into the h
WENDY: I thrutched him to the steering, resurrecting multiple hornings, and we both twitched in surprise and amusement. “Ouch!” He arced his back and feigned hurt, to my delight. He posed not to snigger, and his struggle cracked me up more than the sudden hornings. He smiled at my laugh, and I saw how touched he felt to hear me laugh happily. Frederick ought not to be awed. He has, on numerous basis, made me laugh aloud without implied efforts, which is one of the things that label him special. I pulled him closer and held his waist firmly; with a smooth move, I rolled back the seater, giving us enough room to copulate.Impatiently, Frederick leaned forward and brought his lips against mine again. With his arms over my neck, he ate me tenderly. I don’t remember tagging Frederick as a great kisser. His skills may have gone unregistered or have improved. Whichever one, he is doing wonders with my lips. Henceforth, he earns and deserves the title. “I am curious about something,” I
WENDY: It is 4:26 A.M. I shook Frederick from slumber, but he was too deep asleep to move on my lap. He had shut down right after he thrice confirmed his love for me. He laid his head comfortably on my right shoulder with his legs stretched to the door. His banded hair had loosened out of the tie, and the curls half covered his restful face. I stroke his back warmly as he snored softly. His sweats gummed on my skin, and his fluid from earlier stuck below my abdomen. We both smell like after-sex, but somehow, I love it. Frederick smells natural. It is not a smell that can easily be rooted to roses or candies; it is similar to air, refreshing and enlivening, yet indescribable. “Wen…” He whispered unconsciously, and I smiled over his cuteness. “Can we go in now?” I asked without hope of a response. Frederick looks tired. He should be. After the hectic fight day at school and long sex at night, he should have nothing but weak bones. Carefully, I lifted his naked body and took us o
NICHOLAS: Park and Wendy were entertaining enough. Our togetherness was worthy. They tried to keep me in stay, which I desired, but I couldn’t ditch my job for them; I needed it. I must earn. They are fortunate not to dwell their lives on the scope of daily earnings. I do not wish them such a petite livelihood; perhaps, if they taste a tip of it, they will learn to push me to work at each due time. Nevertheless, I comprehend their insistence. None of them have come to see and know that I am someone who survives on a meager income. I never told them, and I am still unwilling to expose my living is on Mrs. Freyet's wages. There was a time when I had the self-deceit that telling them would keep me at a distance from them. It isn’t true. They are conspicuous rich kids, yet compassionate. However, Park may insist on his dramatic outburst and issue a temporary end, but I know Wendy wouldn’t play such a callous act. Wendy is a solicitous being, the reason I value him more. He knows of my
NICHOLAS: Our kiss exploded. Rahul matched my force and drive. He does want this. As starved as he had been, his kisses couldn’t go tender. I love the roughness and scratches. But I want to listen and adhere to Rahul’s liking this time. Being rough is not him; he may be responding to my wolf, but he remains an adoring sheep. I pulled out of his mouth, and he peered sternly at me. I countered his stricken stare with my softened eyes, palmed his cheeks, and kissed them lightly. “Hey,” my voice coarsed on his skin. “You good?” He is. I only wanted to lift him out of his rousing intensity. He sank into my palm, rubbing his cheek tenderly. He reverted and kissed it. “Yes,” he mumbled. I returned a long kiss to him, and he closed his eyes to the warmth, smiling happily. I moved down to his neck, and when I planted a kiss on it, he vibrated and moaned. There, a sensitive body part of his. I kissed it more, and he reacted indifferently. Rahul's quivers and moans gave me little satisf
NICHOLAS:Under the spouting faucet, I dutifully washed sweat and sperm off our bodies. It was an enthralling sex, one I had never had until Rahul.The satisfaction I had with Rahul had me trapped and refrained. It stimulated numerous thoughts that I joggled with confusion throughout our late wash.Rahul had appeared brittle after the sex. He could barely keep his eyes open, and to ensure he didn’t tire away to sleep, I voluntarily offered a joint shower and took the mantle to wash him up.“All good,” I announced when I found him cleaned and sparkling.“Thank you. Do you need help?”“I got it. Go on.”I sent him to bed for some privacy, to browse for a decision on a quick time alone.I felt good about the sex, real good, yet it didn’t open that part of me. I do not need to prolong the conclusion on the disguise of ‘need time to think.’The answer is known and will remain the same no matter how long I spend under this shower.Well, I will have to live with it. The only proper and sensib