Caught By My Girlfriend

now i'm guilty

I force myself to ignore him and keep walking, listening to the birds chippering. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and Catos strong hold turnes me around towards him, so I have to look at him.

"You're not walking home, you idiot. Come, I'll drive you as I asked earlier," he says concerned, and I feel completely stuck.

"N-no, I-I'll just walk home today," I say and as I break free from his grip, he puts his hand down, staring at me with deep concern.

"You can at least get your things," Cato shrugges. I think about it.

Cato follows me back to the pool. I stuff my towel and clothes in my little bag, and am about to go, about to get away from this, but Cato stopps me once again.

"I'll drive you. It's the least I can do," he says. I think about that for a moment. Then hesitate before finally nodding. I guess It would spare me a lot of time.

I'm heading for his garage where he has his white mini cooper, but again Cato stops me with his hand on my shoulder. I look at him, expecting him to say something, but instead he touches my cheek with his other hand.

He's doing it again.

I think he thinks it's okay because I didn't reject him last time, that I'm into it. Well, he's wrong! I want him to stop and leave me alone! At least I want to want that...

I've never seen Cato like this. So... Yeah; gay. I didn't know he fancies boys. fancies me.

"Cato..." I don't know what to say.

"It's okay," he whispers and I want to believe him.

He leans in closer, so it's just a few centimeters between our bodies. I shouldn't be doing this, I should reject him now, stop this now. But I'm too curious about him, and I don't want to reject him.

He caress my cheek and then he leans even closer and I'm sure he's going to kiss me and he kinda does, but not really. His lips are bearly on mine and he's slowly caressing mine with his, leaving a tingling sensation.

"I'm just suprised you let me go this far," Cato whisperes, attempting to tease me. I feel a wave of guilt washing over me. 

I take a step back and start rubbing over my face in frustration.

"Neal, it's okay. It doesn't mean anything and Mandy already knows you're cheating," Cato says nervously and I have to swallow hard on that last part.

"I don't know Cato, this is... weird... wrong," I say and I am feeling weird. Really weird actually. I just broke up with my girlfriend and two seconds later I'm kissing my best friend again.

"I have no problem with things being weird or wrong," Cato says, getting closer to me again.

I let him.

I don't make a sound. He knows he can do whatever he wants, it's my thumbs-up-sign. He smiles as he gently grab my hips and starts playing with the little rope on my swimming shorts, untying the loop. I look down at what he's doing.

I don't care anymore, I'll just let him do whatever he wants to do to me. It feels so good, and I like him when he does that. I'm a freaking idiot.