Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Doing It

He is in shock, but I too am in shock. I offered it up. It was my crazy delusion. My normal everyday ramblings about life. My love thoughts. I was the one that said it. And I meant it. I did mean it. It was an idea I had thought of. But I never thought anyone would actually take me up on my offer.

I'm not a whore. I'm not loose. I am actually pretty damn conservative. Laying on your back with your legs spread for every guy that walks by isn't going to get you anywhere. Sure, I love sex. But I am afraid of sex. Not the act. It's everything else. The connection. The love, which I don't believe in. The talking. The feelings. I don't do that.

See, when I was a kid, I learned things. I got the safe sex talks at school. The talks about how HIV turned into AIDS. And then you were done for. Well, that was the way they put it. I always thought, just my luck, I would get pregnant, get HIV and we would both be infected and die a slow painful death. I was paranoid. I'd get it from a door handle. I'd get it from someone sneezing on me. See, that is what happens when you have a nervous kid, and you give them bad information. And my mom, she didn't help it any with her hospital germ ramblings. The maid had to clean the whole house top to bottom or surely we would die. So that was me, washing my hands like I had obsessive compulsive disorder.

"I never say anything I don't mean." I tell him smartly as I look up.

"Oh! You guys are home." I hear my grandmother say as she walks downstairs.

"We are." I say sarcastically as I look up at her.

"Well, I made some popcorn." She tells us as she hands out bowls. She knows better than to hand it to me in a bag. I hate that. It makes my hand break out. I hate butter on my hands.

"Thanks, grandma." Mark says with a smile.

"No problem." Grandma says as she walks away.

I don't say a word, but I can see the wheels spinning in his head. He is thinking about everything. I pretend I am watching t.v., but really, I am watching him in my peripheral vision. As I sit there, throwing back popcorn I hear my uncle come down and beckon Mark. That left Derek and I. He doesn't say a word, but I know that he is looking at me, just as I am looking at him.

I don't say a word as I finish my popcorn and walk up the stairs and into the kitchen. I sigh as I look at the empty sink. I should wash the bowl. I could do it. I could be nice and decent. I grab the dish cloth and turn on the water. As I rinse the bowl, I can sense someone behind me. He is there. Like he could go. Like he could ignore it.

"So were you really serious?" He whispers in my ear as he puts his bowl into the sink.

"Uh huh." I answer nonchalantly as I begin to wash his dish.

"So... When would you want to start this?" He asks as he leans in.

"When would you like to get a good fuck?" I ask with a smile as I turn around and raise my eyebrows.

"When wouldn't I?" He says quickly as he nods to the basement.

My adrenaline surges as I follow him down. The man is so sexy, I am dripping wet already. I can only imagine what size tool he has in his belt. I feel my heart beating wildly as he drags me into my room. A smile covers my face. I'm going to get sex. God, I need sex. I pull away and grab a condom that was hidden in the drawer. Derek looks down at it and laughs.

"Oh... No. That's won't work." He says as he shakes his head.

"Why?" I asked quickly as I watch him grab one out of his wallet. Magnum XLs. Now my juices are flowing. Holy shit. He has got to be huge.

"Because... I need it." He says frankly as he tosses it on the bed behind me.

I look into his eyes as I pull my shirt over my head. It's dark, just the light shining in from the small basement windows illuminates our skin. Derek rips his tee shirt over his head. I gasp as I look a his chest. It's perfect. Completely perfect. He quickly goes to work on his jeans as I unbutton and drop my own. I look down at his manhood in awe. Ten inches. At least a good, thick ten inches in front of me. I quickly pull of my bra and panties as I look at him.