5
David
Ihate it when I upset Emily. Seeing her sweet smile turn to a frown in front of my eyes is like a punch in the throat. I was just excited by it all. Excited to become who I was always meant to become. Who I was made to be.
I lie in my bed with my hand in my boxers, reliving last night. My body reacts to the memories. I reach my hand further down and rub my fingers along my length. My nerves are on fire, and I’m so sensitive. I wrap my hand around myself and stroke slowly. A groan stumbles past my parted lips. My phone chimes. I reach over and unlock it. New message.
Elisa: Hey, it’s Elisa
A text I really wasn't expecting. I’m torn between excitement and dread when I see her name pop up on my phone. What good could possibly come from continuing things with her? Even if my body is craving her. I force myself to play it cool.
Me: Hey, what's up?
Elisa: Just thinking about you. Wanted to make sure you got home okay and stuff…
I smirk down at my phone and reread her message. What stuff might that be? Is she just as hungry for me as I am for her?
I doubt it. We parted ways with little indication one way or another. If she liked it, she didn’t quite show it. Though, if she hated it, I doubt she would text me now. What a little masochist.
My thumb dances along the touch screen in response.
Me: Oh yeah, got home fine, went right to sleep. Zzz.
Elisa: Do you want to maybe come over? Parents gone for the week, yay.
Me: Sure.
I need a quick shower before going to Elisa’s. I grab a towel and head into the bathroom with nervous excitement.
* * *
Emily
I lookup from my book and glance across the hall just in time to see David gather a towel and leave his room. I lie on my stomach with my head angled so I have a clear view of the bathroom. I brush back the folded corner of the page. The shower starts. The bathroom door is cracked open enough that I can watch David as he undresses. I can’t look away. He loses his fabric methodically.
Did he leave the door open on purpose?
He’s turned away from me, but I can picture him just behind the wooden door, a sly David smile on his face.
His tan skin looks soft. In some ways, I know it is. His sweatpants are tied snugly on his hips. They’re low enough to showcase the sexy “V” that some boys have. He slowly unties them and they fall to his ankles. He kicks them away. He isn't wearing boxers. The tan line separating his back from his ass is almost non-existent. Does he tan naked?
I imagine him outside on the grass with an easy girl beneath him, fucking her while incidentally tanning his ass. I bend at the waist and pull my own shorts back to reveal an obvious tan line. I huff and return to my book. After a few words, I hear the door close.
I take a full breath and try to calm myself. I sit up and recline back so my head hits my pillows. I breathe in his scent. Something musty and stale, yet intoxicating. The shower continues running, though the sound is muffled now, as it should have been all along. I slip my hand into my shorts and bring myself to bliss just as the water stops. The pipes rattle. When he goes toward his room—towel around his waist—I have my nose back in my book.
* * *
David
Elisa and I lay together, entwined at the waist. We're naked. Areas of her flesh are red where my grip was rough or my bite was just a little too hard. She kisses me. My hands graze the red areas of her skin. I imagine what it must feel like for her as my touch ignites the nerves beneath her skin. The areas that were once victims of pain become electrified at my soft touch in the aftermath. I can almost hear them scream in confusion as they teeter between pain and pleasure.
I check my phone and Elisa sighs.
I knew it was a bad idea to come here. All I'm doing is getting her hopes up. She deserves someone much better than me. Someone who cares more about her than what his “friends” think. Elisa is someone I could care for if it weren't for the fact that she doesn’t have the right look for me—though my dick would beg to differ. It would be social suicide. I can’t let her fall for me when I’m not able to love her in return.
I’m not sure if I’m capable of love, though I do love Emily. But she’s my best friend, and we can’t blur that line. If Emily and I had gotten together as lovers instead of friends, would we be as close as we are now? Would making love to her have guided me down a different path, or was I always destined to be this lonely human being? And I am alone. No matter how many people I surround myself with, I’m connected to no one. Emily is the only person who makes me feel things, but I’m no good for her. We come from two different worlds. She is a sweet, innocent little lamb, and I am a ravenous beast. I have to keep the wolf away from her.