Staring at the phone, Chris sighed.  It had been ten days since he saw Alyssa.  While he understood that she was busy, and they had spoken on the phone, he missed her.  He wanted to hold her in his arms again, to feel her giggle against his chest, to kiss her again.  It was a bit disconcerting, the way she filled his every waking thought and most of his sleeping ones.  But he loved it to be honest.  She made him feel… happy.

Giving up waiting on her to call him, he snatched the phone up and dialed her house number.  When she did not answer by the second ring, he worried he would be faced with her answering machine again and began to frown.  Her cheery voice answered with the fourth ring.

“Hey, Lyssie,” he smiled. “I know it is Sunday and all, but I was wondering if—”

“I’m free right now,” she interrupted.

Instantly grinning, Chris responded, “Want to come over for awhile?”

She hesitated, “I dunno…”

“No?  How about I cook you dinner?”

She paused for a long moment, “What would you cook me?”

“Hmmm… why don’t you come over and we’ll go shopping together and figure it out?” he suggested.

Again she paused for what seemed like an eternity, “I need to shower and change before I can even come over.  So you go shop alone and we’ll meet back at your house in an hour.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “I’ll see you in an hour.”

Hanging up the phone, he finished his cigarette while considering what he would cook for Alyssa.  Though he was a decent cook, he certainly was no gourmet and that was what she deserved.  Maybe he could fake it with carefully chosen things from the market.  Getting to his feet, he grabbed the keys to his Porsche and headed out of the house.

With struggles to choose items at the store, Chris spent far more time there than he wanted.  Ideally, he would return to the house and get to cooking and then Alyssa would arrive.  Realistically, he knew when he pressed the garage door button, her car would already be parked inside.  With that in mind, he grabbed a bouquet of random flowers before checking out.

As expected when the garage door rolled up, her black Neon was parked on her side of the garage.  Smiling, he carefully pulled his car in, glad that the garage was longer than his sports car and Harley.  With paper bags in his arms, he waited to make certain the garage door closed before opening the door to the house.

“Hey,” Alyssa happily greeted him, stealing one of the bags from his arms before he dropped it.

“Hi,” he grinned before stealing a kiss and heading towards the kitchen. “Have you been here long?”

“Long enough to take the dogs out to poop,” she chuckled.

Chris set his bag down before reaching for hers, “You smell… wonderful.”

Alyssa flushed slightly as she sat on a barstool facing him, “Thanks…”

His eyes stayed focused on her as he unpacked his groceries.  A smile seemed permanently etched on his face in her presence.  Just the fact she was there, in his house, made him so very happy.  He wanted to shower her with — wait, where were his flowers?  Excusing himself, Chris hurried back out to the car and snatched the bouquet off the passenger seat.  As he returned to the house, he instantly dropped the flowers on the floor, his mouth dropping open and his eyes going wide.

“Lyssie, I…”

She held up the box of condoms, her eyes on his, “Really, Chris?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“No?  I think that you think we’re going to have sex tonight,” she declared, dropping the box on the island counter.

“No!  I did not pick those up.  Someone must have slipped them into my basket,” he claimed, stepped towards her, forgetting about the flowers.

“Uh huh, sure,” she slipped off the stool. “I’ll just be go—”

“No!” he interrupted, hurrying to her side. “Don’t go.  Please.  I swear to you I did not intentionally get condoms.  I just wanted to make you a nice dinner.”

“In hopes of sex.”

Chris shook his head, his hands going to her shoulders to keep her from stepping away, “No, Alyssa, I did not invite you to dinner in hopes of getting into your pants.  I invited you to dinner for the pleasure of your company.”

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him.

“I swear to you on anything you want me to swear on.  I did not expect sex tonight.”

“But you wouldn’t turn it down.”

“I am a man,” he sighed.

Her eyes narrowed more and she tried to shrug his hands off.  Not about to let her go, Chris folded his arms over her and quickly kissed her angry mouth.  Her hands pressed against his chest, trying to get away from him.  He held her tight, did not relent.  Slowly she stopped pushing against him, her hands running up his chest and slipping over his shoulders.  As her lips parted, Chris knew he was winning.  Rather than deepen the kiss, he ended it.

“I did not buy those condoms intentionally,” he muttered, his forehead pressed against hers. “Believe me, please.”

Eyes still closed, she nodded slightly, “I believe you.”

His lips brushed hers quickly before he released her from his embrace.  Remembering the flowers for a second time, he turned just in time to watch Star chewing on the last of them.  Frowning, he pulled the stems from the dog and shooed her away.  He held up the paper wrapped stems and smiled sheepishly at Alyssa.  

She laughed, “The thought counts, Chris.”

He tossed the remnants into the trash, “This night is basically one string of failures.”

“No, it’s not,” she assured him, sitting back down. “It’s not.”

“Sure it’s not,” Chris picked up the box of condoms and smirked. “Lyssie, if I were going to buy us condoms, I would not buy these.”

Her eyes dropped to them, “Why not?”

“This brand is too thick,” he smirked. “Takes some of the pleasure out of it.  For both of us.”

She flushed, “Oh.”

Chris turned and dropped the box into the trash can, “How about you put some music on to cook to?”

Watching as she slid off the stool and headed over to the entertainment center, Chris felt relieved that he somehow evaded crisis with the condoms.  He really had not picked them up; they really were not the brand he would have gone with, not that he had purchased condoms in a very long time.  It meant that someone had to have slipped them into his basket as a joke, probably when he was absorbed in choosing the flowers she never got to enjoy.  Shaking his head, he began to chop vegetables and heat up the stovetop.

Once music filled the air, he looked up from his cooking.  A smile quickly lit up his face as she began to dance around his living room.  By the third song, she had danced with his dogs, stood on his couch and playfully sang to him, and danced with him in the kitchen.  Chris had to force her out of his arms and the kitchen to finish cooking.

Towards the end of the album, Chris set dinner on the table and interrupted his dancing girl with a kiss.  He quickly changed the music to something better suited for eating than dancing and led her over to the meal.  After she sat down, he flicked off the lights, letting the flickering candles light their meal.  She smiled up at him, causing him to pause and kiss her once more before filling her wine glass.

Sitting down, he lifted his wine glass to hers.  Quickly doing the same, Alyssa did not even think twice about the fact she had never drank wine before.  She merely clicked her wine glass with his, sipped it, and tried to not react to the foreign taste in her mouth.

As she set her glass down, she looked down at the plate, “Chris, this looks amazing.”

He smiled, “Thank you.”

The meal progressed and Chris refilled her wine glass at least once.  She began to feel light-headed and instantly decided to not touch the wine anymore.  Chris noticed her inebriation, as she giggled a bit more loudly.  Mentally noting that he would need to keep track of her drinking, he cleared away the dishes and left them in the sink before offering his hand to her.  Helping Alyssa to her feet, he guided her over to the sofa that faced the bay and sat down.

“Tonight has been wonderful,” Alyssa declared. 

He smiled, “I’m glad it’s improved.”

“It wasn’t bad to begin with,” she countered.

“I guess…”

She shifted closer and cuddled up against him, “It wasn’t.”

One of the dogs trotted over to the patio door and barked.  Groaning, Chris pulled himself away from Alyssa, promising to be back soon.  Whistling, he led both dogs downstairs and out onto the grass.  Alyssa remained on the couch for a long moment, trying to decide what to do.  Figuring the least she could do for the meal he cooked was the dishes, she slowly stood, checked her balance, and headed into the kitchen.

Chris returned to the main level without the dogs.  Finding Alyssa finishing up loading the dishwasher, he slipped behind her and embraced her.  His lips touched her ear as his hands gently rubbed her hips.  Smiling, she leaned back against him after closing the dishwasher door.  Alyssa turned her face towards him enough to meet his mouth, though her back remained to his chest.  Slowly his hand traced up and cupped her breast.

“Chris…”

“I know… I know…” he slowly released her breast.

Alyssa turned around, pushed up onto her toes, and kissed his mouth, “That’s not what I was thinking.”

“Mmmmm, what were you thinking?” he breathed against her lips.

“We should go upstairs.”

His eyes instantly widened, “Are you sure?”

Alyssa nodded.

He kissed her again, “If you’re sure…”

“I am.”

Nodding, Chris pulled away and took two steps towards the stairs.  Suddenly pulling her hand free from his hand, Alyssa turned away and blew out the candles on the dining room table.  She returned to his side with a smile and let him take the lead up to the master suite.  Once in the bedroom, Chris did not bother to turn on any lights, letting the light of the city and the moon provide the ambience.

Facing her, his green eyes looked over her, loving how the diffused light brought an ethereal glow to her skin.  His long fingers reached up for her spaghetti straps and gently pushed them off her shoulders.  Her hands dropped to her sides, allowing the dress to skim down her curves and fall onto the floor in a pool about her bare feet.  He groaned as he cupped her breasts, a bit surprised she had not worn a bra.

“Lyssie…” he moaned, squeezing her breasts.

“We can… we can only do this,” she muttered.

“Why?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her breasts.

Closing her eyes, she held onto his neck to remain standing, “I just can’t do any more, Chris.”

He captured her right nipple in his mouth and sucked gently before asking, “Can’t or—”

“Can’t,” she muttered weakly.

After sucking on her left nipple, Chris stood up straight again and guided her towards the bed.  As she sat down, he pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it aside.  Alyssa bit her lip before reaching up and caressing his chest.  Her fingers snaked down over his abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.  Her large, hazel eyes looked up at him and she slowly pushed every button of his button fly through the holes.

“Lyssie,” he groaned, his fingers disappearing into her messy hair.

Slowly she pushed his jeans off his hips before reaching for his boxers.  His hands left her hair and he hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband.  With a grin, he pulled them down.  She gasped slightly before leaning forward.  Her fingers gently surrounded his cock, stroking it slightly before hold it up.  Holding his breath, Chris watched as her lips parted and her dark, pink tongue darted out and licked his tip.

“Lyssie,” he moaned again, watching as she licked and sucked on his erection.

Alyssa continued to lick, suck, and stroke his cock.  Every so often, she reached down and cupped his balls, loving the way he groaned and his eyes rolled when she did so.  His hands clenched her hair, but did not force her actions.  Instead, he closed his eyes and reveled in the sensations her warm mouth sent tingling up his spine.

Suddenly feeling that electricity reverse direction, Chris grunted, “Oh, fuck, Lyssie, I’m going to…”

Keeping her eyes on his face, her lips remained fastened around the crown of his cock.  Her fingers danced up and down, stroking his orgasm out.  He grunted, thrusting slightly forward into her mouth.  Alyssa instantly began to swallow as the pulses hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, baby,” Chris pulled back, groaning slightly as a thread of saliva and semen mixed connected his penis to her mouth. “That was so fucking good.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling slightly, “I’m glad.”

“Now it’s my turn,” he declared and hooked his arms under her legs.

Gasping as he then flipped her to lying on her back, Alyssa’s eyes went wide and she shook her head, “No, no.”

“What, baby?” he leaned down and kissed her mouth. “Let me make you feel good too.”

Alyssa shook her head again, “No.”

Releasing one leg, his hand cupped her breast before caressing lower.  His mouth covered hers, kissing her deeply as his fingertips reached the top of her black panties.  Rather than slip into her panties just yet, his hand skipped over the elastic waistband.  He cupped her sex and she completely stiffened.

“Lyssie?”

“We can’t… you can’t…” she uttered.

His fingers roamed down a bit further.  Suddenly he halted, the tip of his fingers touching something that did not feel… normal.  Pushing up, he glanced down, his brows furrowing at the site of white plastic tabs in the center of her panties.  His eyes flashed up to hers, but she was covering her face with both hands.

“Lyssie, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so embarrassed,” she muttered through the cracks of her fingers.

“What?  Why, baby?” he tugged at her fingers.

She shook her head.

“Alyssa, tell me please.”

She parted her fingers slightly more, “We can’t do anything more because I’m having my period, Chris.”

Her fingers instantly closed, hiding her red cheeks.

His eyes glanced down at the white tabs and he suddenly understood.  Carefully releasing her other leg, Chris climbed up by her side.  He quickly showered kisses over her hands, his fingers gently caressing the naked flesh between her breasts.  Carefully he reached up and pulled her hands away from her face so that his lips could touch hers.

“Alyssa, you have no reason to be embarrassed,” he declared softly. “It’s a natural thing that your body is doing.  It’s a part of being a woman.”

“You must think I’m disgu—”

“Not at all, baby.  Not at all,” he declared and kissed her again. “How about we just lay here and cuddle for awhile?”

“I… I would like that,” Alyssa responded.

Chris smiled, “Okay.  Let’s get all situated and we can cuddle and tell silly stories.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?” he glanced at her while pulling back the covers.

“Thank you.”

Leaving the French classroom, Alyssa glanced around for David.  Hands suddenly covered her eyes.  Without needing to guess, she elbowed him in the stomach lightly, forcing him to drop his hands.

“Puta!” he hissed as she turned around.

“Deserved it,” she responded. “What are we doing for lunch?”

“Let’s go smoke,” David answered, heading towards their lockers.

She walked beside him, evading other students, “We can’t do that at lunch…or we won’t come back for the rest of the day.”

“I have no problem with that,” he tossed his Spanish book into his locker before slamming the door closed.

“Maybe I do,” she crossed the hallway with him to her locker.

“Aly, we have a week left of school.  I’m pretty sure it’s okay for you to miss history and art,” David declared, blocking her from picking up her history book. “Come on.  Don’t you still have fun when we hang out or would you rather be with your mysterious boyfriend?”

“Oh don’t you start using Chris to guilt me,” she stacked her French book neatly with the others on her locker shelf. “I’ve been spending at least two days a week with you.  Two days with him.  The rest split between my family and work.”

“I thought you quit that job a week ago,” he stated, smiling as she closed the locker door without pulling anything out.

Her eyes flicked to his and she bit her bottom lip slightly, “Maybe.”

Heading with her out of the school, David continued to grin, “You’ve been using it as cover to see your boyfriend.”

She flushed as they walked towards her car, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Waiting for a car to pass, he hurried up to the passenger side and slipped into her a car a minute later, “You sneaky, sneaky girl.  The sex must be good.”

“David!” she gasped. “I’ve told you a million times this month, we’re not having sex.”

“Only blowjobs and a little fingering,” he nodded.

Alyssa turned bright red and looked away, not yet ready to merge into traffic, “Stop it.”

 “So I’ve only got a single joint,” he pulled it out. “We can either go back to my house — and hope neither of my parents are home fucking whoever they’re fucking now — or we can meet up with the guys at the park.”

“I don’t care,” she responded, pulling out into the road.

David considered for a moment, “Eh, let’s go to my house first.  I always have better shit than Shane.  We can smoke then go meet up with them.”

Nodding Alyssa headed to his house.  He gave up trying to get her to talk about Chris about ten minutes later.  Instead, he turned the conversation towards what they were going to do during the summer and was immediately disheartened when Alyssa mentioned she was going to be a camp counselor at Judith’s summer camp for a couple of weeks.  She suggested he find a summer job and that led directly to David going off on a rant about how adults kept pushing for everyone to grow up, abandon enjoying the summers of their youth.

Pulling into his driveway, she turned off the car and looked at him, “Are you done now?”

“Come on, Aly.  We’re fifteen and sixteen,” he pointed out. “Do we really need to waste the summer working already?”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m just going to be at camp for two weeks.  You’ll have me the rest of the summer!”

“Except when Chris wants you to suck his co—”

“He’ll be gone a lot this summer, if not all of it.  So you can stop being jealous of him,” she declared, snatching the keys from the ignition and opening her door. “Are you coming?”

Grabbing his bag, David clamored out of her car and trotted up to the front door.  He playfully slapped her butt before unlocking the door and letting her in.  Shaking her head, Alyssa headed in, pausing to listen for any sounds of his parents being home.

“You lucked out.  We’re alone,” she stated.

“Excellent,” he grinned. “I’ll go get the bong.  Find some food?”

Nodding she headed into the kitchen and rummaged around.  David returned a few minutes later with his favorite bong just as Alyssa slipped a cooking tray into the oven.  Smirking at her, he motioned to the back porch.  They sat on the wooden steps, sharing hits, while an early spring rain began to fill the sky with mist.  Alyssa began to giggle, turning her face up to the clouds.  She got to her feet and stepped into the wet grass, turning around in circles slowly.

Setting the bong aside, David got up and approached her.  He held out his hands as she twirled, her fingertips hitting his.  Giggling at the contact, she stopped spinning and stumbled towards him.  His arms closed around her to keep her from tumbling over and he began to laugh along with her giggles.

Her eyes suddenly went wide, “Come on.  The pizza rolls have to be done.”

Picking up the bong, he followed her back into his house.  While the snacks cooled off, he returned his paraphernalia to his room.  She discovered a bag of chips and sat on the counter munching on them, waiting his return.  David stopped in front of her, stepping between her legs, and stole a chip moments before her lips closed over it.

“Why won’t you date me?” he asked, crunching on the stolen chip.

She rolled her eyes and stretched over for a pizza roll, “Because you’re my best friend.”

“So?  Friends make the best lovers,” he stole the hot snack from her fingers.

“I’m with Chris,” she declared, grabbing another.

“I’m beginning to think Chris doesn’t exist.”

Blowing on the pizza roll, she rolled her eyes, “He does.”

“You’ve been seeing him for like three months now and I have yet to meet him.  That means he doesn’t exist.”

“He does,” she bit into her roll.

His eyes widened, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“I know why you won’t date me and why I haven’t met this Chris and why there’s only been fingering,” David said.

Alyssa stared at him, chewing on another pizza roll.

“You’re into girls!  That is so fucking hot!  I really want to meet Chris now.  Can I watch you lick her pussy?”

Her cheeks turned red again and she slapped his shoulder, “Chris is NOT a girl.  Chris is very much a man and I’m very much into men.”

“Prove it.”

She shoved a pizza roll into his mouth, “No.”

“Comeon,” he muttered while chewing.

Alyssa stared at him for a minute, “Okay, fine.  What do I have to do?”

His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, “Blow me.”

Her eyes widened.  Her feet went to his stomach quickly and she pushed him away.  He stumbled but still kept his hands poised to unfasten his jeans.  Swearing at him, she jumped off the counter and headed into the nearest bathroom room.  David laughed to himself and ate a couple more pizza rolls.

“You are the most inconsiderate prick and I should—”

“Aly!” he interrupted, holding up his hands. “I surrender!  You’re right.  I shouldn’t have done that.”

Her eyes narrowed on him, but she said nothing.

“I’m sorry.  I believe you that Chris is a guy that you’re keeping secret.  I believe you’re into dudes, that you prefer sausage to tacos,” he proclaimed. “I’m sorry.”

“You can meet Chris.”

His face brightened, “Really?”

She nodded, “I just have to figure out when, okay?”

“Today.  Call him right now,” he picked up the phone.

“I thought were going to go smoke with Shane and the guys.”

“Pshaw,” he held the phone towards her. “They’re always around.  This is far more important.”

She accepted the phone, only to hang it right back up, “Let’s go hang out with them.  And I’ll make plans with Chris tonight, okay?”

He sighed, “Fine. But you better not let me down, Aly.”

“Or what?”

“I won’t take you to the cabin this summer,” David declared. “Let’s go meet the guys.”

Fifteen minutes later, David and Alyssa strolled through the park, looking for the group of guys.  Since becoming friends with David the previous year at school, she had accepted she was considered one of the guys by the group.  They basically treated her like they treated each other, though she did realize they stole glances at her body from time to time.  None of them had ever hit on her though, except of course, David.  It made her feel like she belonged somewhere, even if it was a boys’ club.

Finding the group of four boys sitting on blankets in the usual spot, David greeted them with a smile, instantly accepting a joint from Shane.  As Alyssa stepped up from behind him, her hazel eyes glanced around the small group.  She smiled slightly and reached for the joint before suddenly freezing.  It was not four guys sitting on the blankets.  It was three guys and another girl.

“Hi,” Alyssa spoke as the girl met her eyes. “I’m Aly.  I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

“Lea,” she smiled slightly.

She handed the joint to the unknown girl, “You’re friends with…?”

She inhaled deeply, “Brandon is my boyfriend.”

Alyssa glanced at the boy as he lit up another joint.  She turned her attention back to the girl, smiling her thanks when the joint was handed back to her.  While initially Alyssa felt like her turf was being trod upon, by the second joint shared only between the two girls, that feeling disappeared.

Things seemed to be changing all over the place, but she thought that was all going to be just fine.  She only hoped she could keep her worlds apart a bit longer, at least until school was out.  David really did not need to be meeting Chris so soon.  He could wait… indefinitely she hoped.