PART 7
BILLIES POV
Tre looked nervous confused and curious all at once. Mike well mike looked pissed. He's always pissed about things like this. I remember the night like it was yesterday. I remember how bright mikes eyes were and how excited yet scared shitless we were. We were 15 stoned off our ass and bored as fuck. I was distracted the whole day and mike finally asked me what was wrong. I told him what I thought and felt about other guys expecting him to slap the shit out of me but instead told me he thought the same. There was a strange feeling of excitement running through my body. Without thinking we leaned close and kissed. One kiss turned into two then three then it grew deeper until I was on top of mike holding him down. Then we felt it. We could feel each others and we stopped. We sat there me on top of mike just staring at each other. Mike gently grabbed my hips and pushed me down. The sudden pressure that each of us felt caused us to gasp. I ran my hands under mikes shirt and felt his smooth warm stomach. He shivered under my touch then put his hands under my shirt running them down to land on the fly of my pants. I pushed myself off of him. My hands were shaking and my stomach was turning. I knew it was wrong but deep down it felt right. I wanted to do this with mike. Every cell in my body wanted to do this. But I was terrified. I finally looked back at mike. He was sitting up looking at his hands. He looked hurt but more confused and scared. "Mike I want to do this but do you want to?" He looked up and nodded. He leaned foreword and kissed me again. I felt his hand on my zipper then a tug on my jeans as he pulled them down to my knees. A cold rush of air swirled around me as my boxers were pulled down. I couldn't look at mike. I didn't want to see his reaction. I felt a warm hand wrap around me and I let out a shaky moan as he slowly stroked me. "Billie please look at me." His voice was a begging whisper. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His blue eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them. I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans hearing a gasp from him. I reached into his pants and listened for the moan as I stroked him. Our hands were speeding up and our breathing was heavy. I could feel the sweat running down my face and saw mike was sweating too. We started panting as we moved faster. A few more strokes and mike yelled out my name while I moaned loudly. It took us a while to catch our breath but when we did we quickly cleaned up and redressed. We laid there not talking not moving not doing anything until we fell asleep. I woke up to find mike pulling his shoes on saying he needed to get home before his mom yelled at him for being home late. I watched him leave feeling confused and slightly ashamed like I had done something wrong. It's been 20 years and neither of us has said anything about that night. Now I think it's time...
