Chapter 7:Jake
When we got back home, we decided to go and have a “bro” dinner. No dating, no weird thing between us. Just as two hungry bros. Above all, I wanted to show Stephanie that I wasn’t going to take it personally. Yeah I was pissed at first. Who wouldn’t be? But she’s such a weird girl…a funny girl. How could I stay mad at her?
I snacked on a burger and she chowed down on soup and salad. We tried to do the small talk thing but it didn’t go very well. Neither of us are very polite, anyway. Within minutes we were both keeping it real and just expressing all our nasty and angry thoughts. And hell, that’s the way it should be.
“I just feel as if I’m having my midlife crisis early,” Stephanie said. “I feel like now that I have lived as Catalina my whole life thus far has been a lie.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” I teased. Your personal shit is not the center of the universe. You’re going to get over this. You’re going to make a change and find what makes you happy.”
“I guess so.”
“You will!” I said firmly. “Don’t underestimate yourself. I mean, hell, I relate to what you’re going through.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I’m looking for…you know, stuff. I get it, Steph. More than you realize.”
“Huh,” she said suspiciously. “I guess I know what you’re talking about. Sort of.”
“I just mean…well…okay here’s what I’m confused about. Why did you choose me to experiment on? I mean, you’re gay, right? What did you have to lose by…”
“I’m not gay, Jake.”
He looked at me in confusion. “So like…why were you…you know, flirting with…why was Catalina flirting with me?”
She sighed and covered her face. Finally, she looked at me and flinched as she told the truth. “I just wanted to see if I could be that kind of…you know…sexy girl that guys go for.”
I smiled in curiosity. “Well if nothing else, you aced that test.” I leaned in closer to her and almost whispered my reply in shame. “The truth is I couldn’t stop thinking of Catalina. She really captivated my imagination. So if you’re wondering if you ‘got it’, kid, don’t sweat it. You were amazing.”
“Aww,” she said smiling wide. “Well I’m glad you liked her so much.”
“Yeah. Good show.” I laughed.
“Well, sorry you never got to say goodbye to her.”
I shrugged.
“Would you like me to dress up as her…so you can…you know…say goodbye?”
I flinched. And stuttered. And lost all my words in surprise.
“Yes,” I answered without thinking.
She was caught off guard too and we both just stared at each other in confusion, grasping for the “safe” thing to say in response. What the hell was that about? Was this some kind of Hitchcock thing, having her dress up like her fictional character?
I had no idea what I was doing or what she was suggesting. But “YES” seemed to be on my mind.
“Sure I could do that,” she said unsurely, touching her hair nervously. “But like at my place? What would we do…?”
“Just…talk?” I said, blinking. Having no earthly idea what any of this meant.
Until I finally got the point. Loud and clear.
**
I wish I could have been more of a gentleman, but the god honest truth is that as soon as “Catalina” was staring back at me, so trusting and finally looking deep into my eyes… I lost all control of myself. I kissed her with fire. I was a little ashamed at how selfishly, how fucking out of control I was when I grabbed Stephanie and unleashed my pent up frustration. And my pent up attraction. And hell, my pent up confusion!
She was wearing a red dress this time with makeup and just enough skin to tease me. In an instant it all came back to me. The monstrous attraction I had towards her…the burning desire to kiss her and make love to her—oh yes all the while looking into those bashful eyes. This time she had to look at me. There was nowhere else to go.
I kissed her thirstily and brought her closer, as she straddled me on the couch. It felt wrong…a little perverse, what we were doing. But mostly it just felt mad fucking hot. I necked her just like that day in the theater. Before I even thought about what I was doing, my hands were all over her body, fondling her sides, her legs, her shoulders.
We both moaned in sharp breaths as I pulled down her bodice from her shoulders just so I could taste that sensual spot between her breasts. Full and warm, I buried my face in her cleavage. Her red bra peered from underneath the dress material and make me hard as rock. She held my face closer to her body and I hugged her with my grabby hands, rubbing her shoulders, her back, her bubbly ass!
The self-awareness of realizing my hands were on her ass was driving me crazy. I was breaking a taboo but I was filling my intense hunger and it was worth all the stress of “What if?” Soon, I was grabbing her ass and reaching under her skirt—under her panties—like a sex-starved virgin on his wedding night! I unbuttoned her top and pulled her bra cup down just to see her pink nipple popping out. I swallowed, sucked and licked it, losing all of my senses. I wanted her so bad. I needed to taste her. Every inch.
I don’t know if things were getting too heated, or if she was too excited, or if she was too bashful and just wanted to climax fast. But just as I was warming up, she started unzipping my pants and looking for my cock. We were both touching each other desperately with only enough patience to undress half of the clothing we were wearing. She was impatient—she wanted my cock in her NOW and reading that thought made me tremble in suspense.
I groaned loud, embarrassingly loud, as I penetrated her and felt her wetness cream me so warm and smoothly. I should have said something debonair…should have talked dirty or talked romantic…instead I just hollered and panted like a fool. But a fool who was living in the moment!
She rocked back and forth and it was such an exhilarating feeling knowing that we were both out of our minds. We were both crossing a fine line and greedily, and wickedly, and selfishly endangering our friendship.
But fuck it all, it felt amazing to lose it, and shoot ten hot explosive spurts into her. We couldn’t even mutter an “Oh God” we just grunted and groaned until our bodies shook and our faces tightened to red faced orgasm.
All I remember about the afterglow was breathing so hard and her breathing back at me, all in my face…our cheeks so close together. Our eyes locked into a stare that seemed to go on for hours. Now with wetness surrounding me, I could finally think straight…
My God what have we done? What was that? Oh God what did we do? Oh my God it was so good…
**
The awkward conversation that follows an out of nowhere glorious and intensely crazy fuck, is always the best part for me.
And this was usually about the time when the girl, or the “woman” shall I say, would realize that I was just a one night stand and that it’s best she get dressed and get the hell out.
I was immediately impressed at just how profoundly the experience affected Stephanie. She didn’t jump up and run…actually, she just stayed there. And looked at me. For the first time in many years, I had a houseguest who didn’t want to forget this ever happened.