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Dex and I Hook Up In Class C-4
I sat naked with Dex at the kitchen table, eating my pizza slice. I felt dreamy. Dex said my feelings were the afterglow of our loving.
"Where do you see us going with this, Dex? Don't misunderstand me. I loved what we did. I love you. How we going to deal with all this going forward? We are only fourteen."
Dex looked at me as he responded. "That fourteen-year-old ship sailed. We are in the big leagues after today. To tell you the truth. I can't say. Maybe we should decide what we are to each other. Lovers? Boyfriends?" Dex looked at the pizza box before selecting another piece. Then he continued.
"Look. Just saying." His voice sounded uncertain, as if he needed to deliver news I might find hurtful. "Sometimes teen love affairs fizzle out. School ends. We go our separate ways."
He must have seen the tears that sprang to my eyes.
"I don't mean that will be us. Just saying."
"I know what you are saying. I spat. "Yeah. You got me. Made me your first. Now you are over me. Okay. I get it. I'm used goods. Screw you."
I rushed to find my clothes, sobbing. As I finished dressing, Dex walked up, crying. He moved to hug me.
"Get away. You were very clear. I was just another fuck. Screw you."
The last thing I heard before I slammed his front door was Dex yelling. "No. Billy. You misunderstood. I love you."
I stumbled to the park and sat on a picnic bench, crying, my head in my hands. "How could he do this to me? I love him. I'm just a toy for him to use and discard."
I sat until the streetlights came on. I felt my life had ended. Earlier had been so good. Now. Nothing. I felt so worthless. What would I do? Where would I go? I headed home. Mom loved me. She could take care of me. She understood me.
My mom saw the anguish on my face when I entered our house. She hugged me, rubbing my hair. "What happened? Dex has been calling. Did you two have a fight?"
"Things were so good. We made love. Then he told me we would not last. Mommy!"
She held me. "You know, your first love experience can be a letdown when the euphoria of the experience wears off. You feel things and interpret the world differently afterwards. Sometimes that creates difficulties. I am not judging what you did. You are old enough for the physical. The emotional is tougher."
She kissed the top of my head. "You need to talk with Dex."
"No. He does not want me."
"I'd bet that is not true."
No sooner had the words left her mouth when our front bell rang. Mom pointed at the door.
"Better answer that."
I gave her a puzzled look, then turned to open the door.
Dex stood on the porch looking like a little boy lost. Tears flowed down his cheeks. "Can we talk?"
"I guess."
"Take Dex to your room, Billy. You will be comfortable there. You can talk in private."
I looked at mom. Then I looked at Dex. "All right. Let's go."
He sat on my bed, his head in his hands. I sat on my desk chair, staring. The silence stretched between us, a solid block of black.
Dex broke the stalemate. "I fucked up. What I said, made this mess. I am sorry and I beg you to forgive me. I need you, Billy, so very much."
I sat, thinking of the right words to say. "I was too quick to interpret what you said, and I messed things up."
We sat silently with our thoughts. Two boys trying to come to grips with the enormity of what we did.
I had a lighter tone to my voice when I said. "That was really good. What we did, you know?"
"Yeah, Billy it was." I saw the slightest quirky twitch in the corner of his lips.
"Sorry," we spoke at the same time. That caused us to giggle. "Dork." I said. "Dweeb." He laughed.
We stared at each other. "So?" I asked.
"Will you kiss me?"
"Fuck yes." I moved to Dex. He opened his arms. I slid into them.
"You belong here." He said.
I purred. "You still owe me a hickey."
"Maybe I need to pay my debt."
I don't know if mom heard us after that. We were not quiet. Our love making lasted most of the night. We did everything. In the morning, my body sported bites and red blotches, as did his. We giggled as we looked at our nude, marked skin.
Where we would go, we did not know. We only knew we had this time, and for us, it was enough.
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