Authors: Criss Copp
Blake drew
breath through his nose, and then let out a slight moan, so I lifted my hands
and cradled his face, holding him to me.
The butterflies in my stomach were now tingling in my breasts and
causing my body to seriously wobble.
It
was right about now that Blake found his stride, and the sweet kiss turned into
something else.
Blake
returned my tongue action over my lips, before slipping his tongue inside my
mouth.
The pattern of our kiss changed
into a passionate exchange.
I returned
his passion with more passion; our hormones drew strength from our hunger, our
tongues were sliding across each other, and little moans were escaping us.
We became completely oblivious to our
surroundings, and when he put his other arm around my waist and drew me in to
his body, I considered climbing onto his lap and dry humping him in public.
“What are
you two doing?” Julie snapped, pulling her brother’s arm off my back and
shaking me by the shoulder.
We broke
away, panting... looking at each other... still hungry for more...
Julie and
Jordan were now accosting us.
Blake and
I just burst out laughing.
“Damn...”
Blake whispered, sighing and nodding in approval at our kiss.
He trailed the backs of his fingers down the
side of my face, before turning his hand and sweeping my hair back across the
shell of my ear.
The impact of this
movement messed with my breathing.
He
noticed.
Blake leant
in to whisper directly in my ear, “Not gay!
Definitely...
Not... Gay!
So can we dispense with that joke now?”
He leant back
and looked at me knowingly; he’d felt it too.
But before I could say anything, he was leaning in again to continue,
“I really
want to do that again sometime... but perhaps for the sake of our friendship...
um... perhaps we shouldn’t! I don’t want to lose you.” He whispered, before
turning his face to kiss me sweetly on the cheek.
I blushed,
I was in shock at realizing that I’d just experienced my first kiss, with my
best friend, and it was amazing!
I
agreed with him too... after all, was making out worth losing my best friend?
Julie
remained standing behind me while we finished our intimate conversation; her
arms folded and looking incredulously at both of us.
“What was
that?” she pointedly asked Blake.
“I just
pashed
Summer
.” Blake said matter-of-factly, leaning
back away from me.
“Well, I
can see that!” Julie stated, returning to her seat, but keeping her arms folded
as she slumped into her side of the table, next to Jordan.
Jordan just
looked like a dead fish, mouth open, gawking.
“It was an
experiment.” I suggested.
“A nice one!”
Blake offered.
“Blake
Austen!” Julie seethed.
“You are
gay!
Why would you do this to her...
she’s our friend!”
“Why does
everyone keep suggesting that I’m gay?” Blake whisper shouted back to his
sister.
“Dude,”
Jordan stated, “I mean, dude!”
“What’s
that even mean?” Blake argued.
“You’re
like, all prissy and stuff.” Jordan tried to explain.
“By whose definition?”
Blake growled.
“Well, by
every straight guy I know!” Jordan suggested.
“I’m not
gay!
This stupidity has to stop!
I am artsy, fashion conscious, maybe even
good looking, and I’m really good at humanities; plus I’m open minded... but I.
Am. Not. Gay!” Blake suddenly fumed, completely at odds to his normal demeanor.
This was a side to Blake I rarely
encountered.
Julie
sighed, held her face in her hands and leant across the table towards us,
before resurfacing.
“Blake, for
years you’ve acted like you were gay, you just don’t completely know it yet.”
Julie reasoned.
Blake’s
face gave her a look of utter contempt...
And thus
the argument began.
The quarrel
between the twins and Jordan quickly lost its novelty.
I went and
ordered the coffee for everyone, paid for it and turned to watch the
theatrics.
I looked at Blake from across
the room, watching his exchange with his sister and her man.
Thinking
further about what Blake was saying and analyzing his actions, I noted that I’d
never noticed him drooling over celebrity guys, or mentioning what he liked in
a guy for that matter.
The only
exception was when discussing male physical merits objectively; however, I had
noticed him mention what he liked about some celebrity women.
Wow, he
really wasn’t gay... I was right to be skeptical.
It hurt me to watch Julie defend her belief
at the expense of her brother’s feelings.
I loved
Blake, I mean, I cared... heaps; he was my best friend!
However, it was becoming increasingly
apparent that he was confronted with unjustified prejudice on a daily basis;
and I hadn’t defended him...
Right now
he was navigating around his sister’s spiteful arguments by himself with ease,
and I really knew what he was saying was true.
He didn’t need to convince me, and I was uncertain why he needed to
convince her, or why she’d even demand it.
Returning
to the table, I sat down beside Blake and looked toward his sparring partners.
Julie was
my height.
Like me, she had shot up
early, yet she had strawberry blond hair, cut short in a pixie style, to suit
her slim face.
She shared her brother’s
eye color and skin, but Blake was definitely prettier, with a strong profile
and great cheek bones, another reason they perhaps all thought he was gay.
He still carried the young boy roundness in
his face, and he had yet acquired the need to shave, although he did, to remove
the bum-fluff he hated so much.
Julie was a
little plumper than me, perhaps two sizes larger. But this was because she had
the coveted pear shape of decent booty and slim waist I was so jealous of.
I on the other hand was android shaped;
although my rack was developing quite nicely, I was never going to have booty
to accentuate my slim waist.
Jordan
Myers, Julie’s boyfriend of four months, was short and stocky.
He was all muscle, despite his age.
He had hopes to be on the football team in
High School, and despite his current height of 5ft 6in, he most likely would
reach greater heights, since his brothers were all hitting 6ft... He had time
to grow.
He had messy, chestnut hair
that refused to be tamed, and his deep brown eyes were soothing, giving him an
authentic appeal.
He was freckly, much
more than me, but then he did spend a lot of time outside, running after odd
shaped balls.
I returned
my attention to the conversation that was rapidly turning into a serious
fight.
I could swear Julie wanted a gay
brother!
Did she harbor dreams of having a gay opinion
on all matters bitchy?
It wasn’t
long before the orders were up, so I went back over and grabbed them.
“I’m sorry
about that,” I apologized to the barista, nodding my head towards the table I
was unfortunately returning to.
“Huh,” she
huffed, “That’s nothing yet; we get all kinds of loud conversation here.
Though I’m glad you’re all finished with the
kissing... God!” she shivered, then smiled.
I returned
with all four coffees and placed them in front of each of us appropriately.
“How about
you start kissing and fucking girls so you can be sure you’re heterosexual.”
Blake spat at his sister.
Julie
stopped dead at this argument; her mouth agape and her body rigid.
I looked confusedly at Jordan, who shook his
head and lifted his shoulders, equally as perplexed.
But I had to admit, it was a fair call, just
not an argument I’d have considered in the middle of
Starbucks
.
What was really going on here?
Julie
looked as though she might cry, perhaps even turn around and bolt out the door.
“I just
don’t understand, what makes you think you aren’t gay?” Julie asked, with her
voice somewhat lower, more reserved.
I
was finding her earnest argument shocking, annoying and totally unbelievable...
what was her problem?
If sexuality was a choice... he’d made his!
The final
straw had now been drawn; the joke had long ago lost any humor... Blake was now
beside himself in fury.
I could feel it
emanate off of him.
He was boiling.
I had never, ever seen him this angry... and I
had known him for several years.
I wasn’t
sure whether normal fourteen-year-old conversation played out like this.
On television, fourteen-year-olds talked
about stupid stuff... like what they were wearing and how so and so said
something bitchy to so and so; they danced to stupid music and argued about
icecream flavors... they never discussed life altering moments that
distinguished sexuality in the middle of a crowded
Starbucks.
Right then,
I was also thinking that Jordan had reassessed his opinions, and was now firmly
on Blake’s side, judging by his body language and perplexed expression.
The
absolute anger rolling off Blake right now was sufficient to fuel a team of
wrestlers.
The look in his face was
fierce.
“Let me
enlighten you...” Blake vehemently began, ticking-off each point on his
fingers, “Firstly, I have never found a guy attractive enough to want to go
there, secondly...”
“But you
talk about guys bodies all the time!” Julie interrupted.
“So does
Jordan!” Blake clenched his teeth in reply.
Jordan
nodded his acquiescence.
Julie went to
go on, but Blake held his hand up.
“I have
gone along with this stupid supposition long enough!” Blake announced.
Supposition???
Big word!!! Pity I was the only person there likely to know what it
meant.
“Now,” he
continued, “let me finish... Secondly, I am innately attracted to girls,
especially girls who are easy going and pretty!” he was seething.
He breathed a moment, held up his hand, and
had a sip of his coffee.
I took the
opportunity to do the same.
He
continued, “Thirdly, I have laughed and joked about the possibility of me being
gay for the last few months because I am not a Neanderthal, or afraid of gay
tendencies and people!
And at first, I
thought it was funny.”
He pointed
out.
I knew this about him, he wasn’t
scared or prejudiced about that stuff, I wasn’t either, and it didn’t make me
gay.
Julie was
behaving completely weird, because she still looked as though she wanted to
argue her point, when there was no real point to argue.
She didn’t know what went on in his head...
He chose his own destiny, made his own decisions; it was not the other way
around.
Blake saw her expression of
dismissal, and began to rise in his chair.
Pointing a
finger at his sister he finalized his opinion on his own sexuality.
“And
lastly,
Jewels...
I have never had
the opportunity to kiss someone till just now.
But I have thought about it, dreamt about it and wished for it
repeatedly.
And my first kiss with a
very attractive
GIRL
,” he emphasized
‘girl’, “was fucking incredible...”
I
took another long swig of my coffee waiting for his next words that may or may
not reduce me to tears or tantrum,
“and resulted in me getting a massive
hard on for a
GIRL!
” he emphasized
the ‘girl’ word again, pointing at me.
Several things
happened in that moment!
Two patrons
simply stood up and walked away in disgust.
A number of
others turned in on each other and started talking rapidly.
Jordan
looked as though he was going to crack up laughing.
Julie was
whiter than I had ever seen her, a defeated look permeating her face.
The barista
I had apologized to earlier had her hands behind her head blowing a swift sigh
through her mouth and was staring our way in shock.