Page 56 of Catching Sparkles

Fuck. Would I be interrupting his relaxation time if I came over? Was it something he’d need, like, advance notice for? Wasn’t that an anal sex thing? Prepping? How long would he need for that? Hours? Days? I should have done more research about that stuff. None of the women I’d been with had ever wanted to try it. At least, not with me.

Why? He sent another message before I could get out of my head enough to decide what to say. Do you want to come over?

Taking in a deep breath, I let my eyes close. Would I ever get used to that? How it seemed as though he lived in my head, always saying the thing I needed, just at the moment I needed it?

Yeah. I hit the send button and waited.

Do you think you might want to stay tonight? He asked, and I felt my palms break out in a light, clammy sweat.

If it’s okay with you.

I glanced back up over the counter, where my parents were still absorbed in each other. My mom always looked at my dad like he was a fucking superhero. I wondered if things were different for Kendall and I, if we’d end up like that one day, with him staring up at me with cartoon heart eyes.

Oh my god, I needed to get a fucking grip. We were talking about spending the night together, not eloping. Not that I could elope even if I wanted to. I was still legally chained to someone who couldn’t stand me.

Of course it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.

A LITTLE OVER an hour later, I parked my dad’s car on the far side of the parking lot of Kendall’s apartments. If I parked in front of his all the time, people would start to notice and wonder. It probably seemed paranoid, but I knew what the bored, listless citizens of Cherryvale were like.

My parents were thrilled about the development. I wondered how happy they’d be if they knew my little play date, as my mom had embarrassingly referred to it, would involve me railing their sweet and precious Kendall through a mattress. Probably. Most likely.

I hesitated at his door. I still had his cute little key with the pink cherry blossom cap on it hooked onto my keyring. But it felt rude and intrusive to use it. He could have been doing anything in there. Vaguely remembering how I’d pounded on his door like I was conducting a police raid the night I’d come over drunk, I winced as I softly knocked and waited.

When the door slowly creaked open to reveal Kendall in two scraps of lacy, transparent clothing I could only think to describe as something that had been created specifically to prevent productive brain function, my breath rushed out of my lungs.

I realized in that moment I’d never actually gotten to see his whole body naked at one time before. We’d always been in such a rush, with limited time constraints and in sketchy circumstances, undressing just enough for what was necessary. I’d gotten him naked from the waist down to suck his dick, and I’d seen him shirtless swimming together at my parents’ cabin, but never at the same time.

The see-through panties and cropped spaghetti strap flowy shirt thing were definitely not concealing a single inch of his body. They were the same color, pale pink, and had the same intricate little flower embroidery details splashed around the ultra-thin fabric. The bellybutton piercing I’d always been totally entranced by was even cuter today, the plain silver barbell replaced by a dangling charm. A pair of pink cherries connected by a tiny stem.

No one had ever dressed up for me in something like this. The idea of Kendall thinking about me while he stood in front of a mirror, tugging the slutty little ensemble into place on his body, rubbing fragrant lotion into his skin, and carefully styling his vibrant hair so it cascaded in perfect, loose waves down to his shoulders had my dick hardening so fast I almost felt lightheaded.

“Wow.”

He tilted his head, and the way the corner of his mouth perked up along with the smug glint in his eyes made it obvious he didn’t feel the need to ask me if I liked it. It was pretty fucking clear that I did. His body was tight and smooth all over, from his narrow shoulders down his slender waist. The taut lines of his abdomen shifted with his movements, drawing my eyes there and then down to his half-hard cock.

“You, uh… You weren’t wearing that before I said I was coming over, were you?” I asked, and he chuckled, biting down into his plush lower lip. I wanted to suck on it until he was whimpering against my mouth. Slowly shaking his head, he backed up a few steps to let me inside so I could close the door behind us and drop the stupid little duffel bag I’d brought, with my toothbrush and deodorant and a change of clothes in it.

As soon as I did, he came up close to my body and hooked his arms around my neck, hopping up to hitch his thighs around my waist. When I grabbed him by the ass to support his weight, I realized the panties were basically not even covering anything back there and it was just his bare ass in my hands. Saliva instantly flooded my mouth as I groped him, and I had to keep myself from actually drooling at how perfectly sculpted his butt was.

When he cupped my face on either side, slanting his mouth over mine, I suckled at his full bottom lip exactly the way I’d imagined it. He purred, his thumbs stroking over my jaw as my tongue slicked over him.

“Bedroom,” he said, and a jolt of nerves hit my stomach along with a sharp pang of arousal. Right. His bedroom. Which I’d never actually gone into before. I’d never even peeked inside.

Easily carrying him through the living room and down the tiny hallway, I nudged open the door with my hip and stepped inside. It was adorable, just like every other room at his place. His bed was big, probably a Queen size, and covered in a frilly quilt with cute pillows dotted artfully around it. There was a white vanity table with fairy lights strung up around the mirror and a matching dresser. The knobs for both of them were pink and shaped like bows. The shelves were packed with kitschy knick-knacks and plushies. I made a silent apology to Hello Kitty, who would unfortunately be forced to watch us doing it.

“Your room is so cute,” I observed as I glanced around and he chuckled, pulling my face back into place for more of his kisses, like he couldn’t stand my attention being off him for even a second.

“I’ll give you a tour later,” he promised, the tips of his fingers teasing the back of my neck so I shivered.

I lowered him to the bed, keeping my eyes locked on his beautiful body as I pulled my shirt over my head and tugged down my jeans to let them pool on the floor. While I was doing that, he wriggled over to the side of the mattress so he could dig around in his nightstand. Clad only in my boxers, I followed behind him just as he extracted a piece of paper from the drawer.

“Here,” he said, pushing it into my chest.

“Ah, I already took off my glasses,” I informed him once I’d unfolded the paper. I didn’t want to look like a dumbass squinting to read the tiny text printed. “Can you just tell me what it says?”

“Results for the STD screening I just had done. I’m on PrEP, and I get tested every few months.”

“Ah,” I said. I only vaguely knew what PrEP was, but I guessed it was good he was on it.