Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I love the idea of showering with Perry, and while I’m not questioning my bisexuality, it all feels suddenly like a lot. In less than twenty-four hours I’ve had three orgasms with him, slept naked in bed with him, decided to explore my bisexuality with him, and we’d also decided to be exclusive.
What if this is going too fast? What if I fuck up our friendship? What if I fall for him?
Nope. I can’t do that. I won’t. I refuse to allow that to happen. Perry has made it clear he doesn’t want a romantic relationship, and I don’t either. I just got out of one. I want to have some fun.
“I think I’m gonna head home.”
He frowns, and I can see the wheels turning in his head. “Second thoughts?”
“No. Absolutely not. Just…processing.”
“Okay.” He nods. “Should I at least get you a wet washcloth to clean the spunk off?”
“That’s probably a good idea.” I roll off him, and Perry gets up. I can’t help but watch him when he does—his tight, muscular ass, hairy legs, long, lean body. My dick is spent from the three orgasms, otherwise I have no doubt it would be waking up to play.
Perry wipes the cum off himself with a towel from his laundry basket, then tugs on a pair of sweats. “Be right back.”
I nod, still watching him because it’s hard not to keep my eyes on someone so sexy. He closes the door behind him and isn’t gone long before he comes back with the washcloth for me. He tosses it to my stomach, where I mop up three orgasms’ worth of cum, most of it dried from last night.
My legs feel slightly wobbly when I push to my feet, cock soft, hanging between my legs, and…yep, totally naked in the bedroom with a guy. This will take some getting used to.
I feel Perry’s eyes on me as I get dressed, then pack up my books and computer.
“So…thanks for…all the orgasms…?” God, I’m an idiot, but he smiles, and it makes my pulse dance.
“Come here, Puppy.” Perry grabs my shirt and pulls me close, pressing his lips to mine. He doesn’t use tongue, and it’s over before I know it, but it was sweet. Perry is sweeter than he realizes.
“What are you doing later today?”
“I work. I’ll text you, though.”
I nod, happy we’ll at least message. “Um…are your brother and his boyfriend out there?”
“Why? You embarrassed of me?” There’s a playful lightness to his voice that tells me he’s not serious.
“No. But…I think I want to get used to this between us for a little while before I tell everyone I discovered I’m bi.”
“You don’t owe anyone anything. You can tell them what you want, when you want. I’ll go check, though.”
He makes sure the coast is clear, then comes back for me. Perry walks me out to my car, and again, it feels really sweet. He could have just sent me on my way.
“We’re good?” Perry asks.
“Yes.”
“Have fun. Watch some gay porn when you get home!” He chuckles, waves, then walks away.
Oh. No kiss? But then, we’re not boyfriends, and I just told him I’m not ready to tell everyone about my sexuality. What if someone saw him kiss me? It’s not like I need him to kiss me goodbye anyway, so I start my car and push those thoughts from my head. I had incredible sex with a man last night, with my good friend, and that’s all that matters.
I ride the high of my night—and morning—as I drive home. When I get there, Avery, Casey, and Jack are in the kitchen, filling bowls with cereal.
“Um…where have you been, mister?” Casey teases.
Shit. Should I have come up with a story? Do I need a story? Why can’t I just say it?
“He’s blushing! Theo got laid, Theo got laid,” Avery sings. “Who is she?”
“Maybe I was just hanging out with a friend.” I head to the kitchen cabinets and pull out a bowl.
“Do you always blush when you’re just hanging out with a friend?” Casey questions.
“I didn’t blush.” I have zero doubt I blushed, but I’m sticking to my story.
“Leave him alone, guys.” Jack smiles at me in a way that makes me wonder if he’s noticed that I’ve come into my queerness and had orgasms with a man. Is that something other queer people notice? I didn’t sense it with Perry, but at the time, I hadn’t yet realized it about myself. And he did seem to sense something about me that even my brain hadn’t clued me in on.
“Thank you, Jack. And yes. I stayed with a friend.” Guilt makes the words stumble around in my brain. Perry is just a friend, but I’m letting them believe he’s a girl, which feels shitty.
“Just don’t jump into another relationship with someone who doesn’t get you, like you did with Whitney. Did you ever really like her?” Avery begins to drink the milk out of his bowl.