Chapter Eight

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If you had told me that one day I would be lying in the same bed, naked, with Nicholas Masterson, I would've handed you the gun to shoot me. Our chests were layered with sweat. He surprised me in so many ways that night. Not only because he decided to come out as bisexual to me, but he asked me to be his first time. His first gay experience. He was so sure of everything he was doing. And I wanted to do it again and again. Only with him though.

  "Did we just-" he started. His breaths were shallow and his chest was rising and falling with each one.

  I cut him off. "Yup."

  He turned his head to look at me. "Was it okay?"

  I turned to him and smiled. "It was more than okay. You were great." For a guy who never had sex before that night, he was the greatest guy I ever slept with. The others rushed it, eager to get to the climax. With Nick, it was slow and intimate. We took the time to learn each other's bodies and let them communicate with one another in a very intense way. I never had that before.

  "Thanks," he said between heavy breaths. "You weren't so bad yourself."

  Silence followed by more silence. What do we do now? That was the question I couldn't stop repeating in my mind. I just had sex with the guy I had been fighting with my entire life. The guy I always had a bit of a thing for. "What do we do now?" I asked him, hoping he had an answer to that question.

  "I don't know." Great, he was just as clueless as I was. 

  Part of me wanted to ask him if he would go out with me while the other was in gay panic. "Me neither." Fuck, I needed to ask him while our bodies were still hot. I turned to my side on the bed and rested my head on my hand. "I wouldn't mind doing this again."

  "Me neither," he replied, sitting up.

  "But not before we go on a proper date." Okay, I asked him and gay panic was once again setting in the longer it took him to respond.

  "Um." Gay panic was in the danger zone. "I like you, but." Gay panic was out of the zone and on fire. "I'm still in the closet and I can't risk people I know seeing us together."

  Gay panic. Gay panic. Gay panic. "Okay, but what if we went somewhere private? We can tell our parents that we're going to the Yacht Club."

  "Where would we go?"

  I thought for a moment before giving him a smirk. "Is your grandfather's boat still docked on the harbor?" When we used to come down to the lake house for one day out of the summer, his grandfather would take us all out on his boat. It was docked at the harbor of this massive river. Nick once pushed me off that boat and then Kyle pushed him in after me. After his grandfather died, his parents got ownership of the boat and leave it docked at the harbor. They don't really go on it anymore and they had mentioned wanting to sell it.

  "Yeah," he answered. "You want to go on the boat for a first date?"

  I nodded and booped his nose with my finger. He did this cute nose scrunch thing. It was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. "Yeah. We can pick up dinner. Maybe bring some candles. We can make a romantic date out of it. Do you know where the keys are?"

  "My parents keep them locked in the shed. I know where the keys to the shed are. I'll sneak in and out before anyone notices." 

  Okay, I really fucking liked him. "That'd be amazing." I interlocked our fingers between our two bodies. If we weren't going to have sex again until after our first date, I could at least touch him.

  "But I get to be on top next time," he said so casually that I wanted to laugh. "I still have a lot to learn."

  I lifted his hand up and guided his fingertips in circles along my chest. "I thought you did pretty good. But I am always ready to teach you more of the advance stuff. We could eventually move to other positions. I have experience with them all."

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