I got home and sat in solitude in my room. How could I wait a whole day to see him again? He had no Facebook, no MySpace, and I was so stupid as to never get his number. How could I be so dumb?

I sat in a pit of self-loathing and pity, as is too common with me, until I drifted off to sleep. As is common, I didn’t remember my dream. I woke up spooning my pillow, clenching it tightly. Another ‘feature’ was also tensed, as many men are familiar with in the morning, if you catch my drift. I lay there trying as hard as I could to remember. Small bits and pieces fell into place not enough to recount the dream, but enough to remember he was there, as he often was. Today was the start of a new trimester, and nerves ran wild with who might be in my classes. What I would give to have him in just one, even if there was a deafening silence between us. Just to gaze upon his beauty would suffice.

First was German, and no luck there, for all I know he dropped it. I mean, how was I to know, we hadn’t had a proper conversation that year. The internal pit of despair crept up and the sadness filled the void. Class went on for what seemed like forever, and then to history. I got there earlier than others, since I didn’t cross paths with any friends to socialize. I took my usual place for first days, last row and in the corner. I sat there, watching person after person file in the room. My heart stopped as he walked in. It was a full day since I saw him last and didn’t know how he would react to what happened. Not only did he kiss me, but I kissed him. His eyes met mine and I unconsciously smiled like a kid that got everything he ever wanted for Christmas. He returned the smile and walked over to me, taking the spot to my right.

“Hey,” he said then looked to see if anyone was listening, “ Could we talk after school?”

“No problem, I’ll always be here to listen.” I said with a bright smile.

He soon returned the favor and I marveled at how cute he was. His chubby cheeks, deep brown eyes and even his childish manner for an eighteen year old. Class went on, boring as the first days often are. I stole glimpses of him throughout class and since I was a pro by now of admiring him, it went unnoticed. Class soon ended and we stood to leave.

“So what’s your next class?” he asked.

“Um… I don’t have one. I normally go to the college, but today it’s closed. So I guess I have open the rest of the day.” I tried to be as modest as I could about attending college.

“Cool! I have open seventh period, which is nice I guess. I wish I could leave early every day.” He commented, and I sort of picked up on the hint he was dropping.

“You know, I get off at one every day. I could come here just as seventh period is starting and drive you home.” I tried to mask how excited I was for his response.

“I’d love that.” He said, placing his hand on my arm, “only if it’s not a hassle, of course.”

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hiddenpen	Posted: 2008/12/5 17:38  Updated: 2008/12/5 17:38
Virgin Joined: 2008/11/25 From: USA Posts: 1	Note from Author This is based on feelings for a real person, so I would feel weird taking i t further because he is such a good person. I like him so much and would ne ver betray his trust by making him part of an erotic story, well not more t han I have already done, lol. Thats kinda why I wrote the other story for t hose who liked my first story but wanted sex in it. Hey, if something happe ns between us, I'll make a continuation.
Gaydreamer1404	Posted: 2008/12/5 16:38  Updated: 2008/12/5 16:38
Tease Joined: 2008/10/2 From: Posts: 27	omg.......... what is your problem? why do you keep stopping when it gets good. i hope th ere is a continuation. please..............
thewayfarer956	Posted: 2008/11/27 11:48  Updated: 2008/11/27 11:48
Virgin Joined: 2008/11/8 From: Lebanon Posts: 9	heavinly! this story is just so perfect in many ways I adore the warmth and the love that's radiating from these words keep it up (: