Where to go? Who to trust?

Chapter 5: End Of The Line

Ethan had never been asked that question before in the way Jennifer meant. His mind kept repeating three words. "Don't do it." It was no use, however, no matter how much his friends, and people that knew Jennifer warned him not to involve himself with her. She had already swayed him. He firmly believed that what he saw through his own eyes far overshadowed her reputation amongst his fellows. It was a discovery he was willing to make; a chance he was willing to take.

"Um, I'm not- I'm-I'm free." Ethan looked around at the objects in his immediate vicinity, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

"Very good. Then you won't mind having dinner with me tonight, would you?" She tilted her head, and put her hands behind her back, all the while gazing at Ethan.

He stood profusely still, his eyes now staring deep into hers. "Uh yes, I'd um, I'd love that. I mean I'd like that!"

She leaned forward. "Meet me at Sakura at eight. Oh, and Ethan? I'll make it so that you love it."

Jennifer walked away, not looking back, while Ethan watched her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. How could he? Someone had just asked him out. Ethan looked at his feet after Jennifer was nowhere in sight. He was appalled. He didn't know how to react. Before today, life had never been so kind to him; it served him with rejection on a silver platter. Now, however, there was a sudden shift in the reality he saw. Things that were nothing but imagination to him; a pondering, were now becoming real.

Ethan walked down the stairs thinking of the implications of his acceptance, carefully analyzing each one. He needed a lot of affairs to be in order for tonight.

It was 7:23PM. Kamran was laying in his date's bed unclothed, looking around the room for things to ask about. There was a copy of "A Feast For Crows" by George R. R. Martin on the nightstand, alongside a purple lava lamp. His sight shifted over to an open wardrobe. There were band t-shirts laying on the floor, alongside a few pairs of jeans, and three leather jackets. There was a vape pen resting on one of the t-shirts which looked like it had been there for years.

The sound of water falling on the bathroom floor was suddenly unheard of, and Kamran looked over at the bathroom door. His date soon walked through the doorframe, a towel around his waist.

"How long have you been looking at this door?"

Kamran smiled. "Long enough for my desire to become restless."

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting that long. I'll make it up to you."

"And how will you do that, Simon?"

Simon let the towel fall to the floor, and climbed under the bedsheets. "Lay back down, and I'll show you."

Kamran felt Simon's cold, wet hands on his legs. He shivered as they reached his penis.

Simon started stroking his dick, silently uttering, "just relax."

Kamran let out a soft moan hearing his voice. It was deep, and strong, even in whispers. Kamran's moans grew louder with every stroke. He felt the pre-cum oozing out of him.

Simon paused the stroking, and moved his hands back down to Kamran's legs. "Now, I'm going to make up for the lost time." He put Kamran's dick in his mouth slowly, and started sucking on it. Kamran put his hand on Simon's head, holding it with a strong grip. His head went up, and down, not stopping even for a second. Finally, he came to a halt, and licked the pre-cum off of it. Kamran gripped his head even tighter, and moaned loudly.

"All this, just for me? You must be crazy about me," Simon said with a heavy voice, his breathing labored.

"I want to give you something more, don't stop!"