Ryan: Hurry and decide, please. I don’t have all night.
April: The blue one!
Kim: Definitely the blue!
Ryan: Thank you! I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.
Kim: Make sure you wash well in the shower.
I rolled my eyes as I shut the computer down. I always washed extra well when I was seeing Russell. I never really knew what Russell has in mind or where things will lead. I was dirty to my parents and I didn’t want to be dirty to Russell too.
I hurried through my shower, though I was certain not to neglect cleaning everywhere. After I dried off, I pulled on the blue jockstrap and stood still for a moment looking in the mirror at myself.
Would he think I looked stupid?
He hadn’t told me to do this.
Would he like it?
Would he be embarrassed if I took my pants off at the party?
Would his friends get on him about disciplining me?
“Fuck!” I swore out loud and looked away from the mirror. “Why does everything have to be so fucking hard?”
I jogged into my bedroom and grabbed my cell phone off the dresser when I heard the incoming text alert.
Russell: I’m leaving my house now, Ryan. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
Ryan: Okay, I’ll be ready.
I pulled on my jeans, socks, and boots before the doorbell rang. I pulled my black t-shirt on as I made my way to the front door. While I jogged to the front door, I couldn’t help but noticed how funny my ass felt pressed against the denim.
Russell stood on the porch in a crisp, white button-down shirt and black dress pants. He looked like he could be going to a business meeting. As he walked inside, I felt a little under dressed and thought the blue jockstrap was a bad idea.
“Uh, you look nice, Russell,” I complimented him as he backed me up against the door.
“Thank you, my boy. You look delightful, as well,” he said while he kept his eyes on mine.
I was about to ask him if he thought I should change, but instead, I became intoxicated by his presence and parted my lips as he moved closer to me. His hand gently cupped the back of my neck while his fingers and thumb firmly held my head still. The thumb on his free hand teased one of my nipples over the fabric of my shirt. As his tongue pushed mine around, the nipple tease turned into a twist. I had been consumed by what I felt in his kiss; he loved me. I couldfeelit.
“Ow,” I yelped against his mouth and pulled my head back a little.
The warm breath of his laugh relaxed me, and I greedily leaned forward again to feel the power of the kiss. As I leaned in, he laughed again but met my mouth and gave me more of what I wanted but would have been too shy to ask for. His thumb had returned to a calm but playful motion.
“Ready, my boy?”
I would have been happy with just staying right here in this moment for the rest of the night. Hell, I would happily stay right here for the rest of my life.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
I decided to abort the idea of asking him if he thought I should change clothes. After all, he’s the one who told me to wear jeans and a black t-shirt. If I brought it up, it would make it seem like I don’t trust his judgments, which isn’t the case. I just want to look good for him. I want him to be proud to take me to his parties with his friends.
On the way to his friend’s house, I tried to figure out why I felt so different tonight since the kiss. I felt more confident about what I was wearing because I could feel how pleased he was with the way he kissed me.
“Are you nervous?” he asked while we were in the car headed to the party.
“No, I’m not too nervous. I’ve been to a bunch of parties with you and for the most part I know what to expect.”
