This is a fictitious story that occurs between two consenting adults over the age of eighteen that takes place during their senior year of high school. If you are not permitted to read these types of stories, or are considered a minor in your place of residency, please do not continue reading. I couldn't decide on a title for the story, so I just used the standard naming of the main characters as the title. If I ever start a new series and submit it to Nifty, maybe I'll be a little more original. Enjoy!
Part 1 Refresher:
I walked to class, sat down, and got situated. The bell signifying the start of eighth period had just rung when I opened my notebook to begin the assignment on the board. I turned to the next unused page and found a note. It read:
I want to get to know you. Step 1: Call me. Tonight.
Kip
Listed below the note was his cell phone number. I couldn't breathe.
Kyle and Kip - Part 2
Fast forward three months and here we are. I am sitting across the dinner table from Kip at my favorite Italian restaurant on a busy Friday evening. If you would have asked me when I first met him if I would fall in love with him, I would laugh in your face and tell you to go fuck yourself. Believe me, I still hate him for ruining what I had going. Now I have something to stop me from going to college; now I have someone who holds my heart and has the ability to break it again. The only problem is that I'm afraid if he breaks my heart, it won't fix itself. But Jesus Christ I love this man.
"Babe, what's wrong? You seem really distracted"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm fine," I say, smiling and regaining my sense of surroundings.
"Do you want any dessert?" he asks with a skeptical tone.
"Uhm, sure. I think I'll have the creme brulee. What are you thinking about having?"
"I'm not really sure. I'll probably just try their Tiramisu," he said, scanning the dessert menu that I have memorized by heart.
He continues to browse the menu until the server comes back to take our dessert order. Kip decides to stick to the Tiramisu and I can't help but get butterflies in my stomach when I watch him smile. It still affects me even if he isn't looking at me. But what is going to happen when we separate for college? We'll be exposed to brand new ways of life. We might grow apart. If that happens, it will be the same as a broken heart.
The server brings out our desserts, does the standard check-drop-off procedure and tells us to enjoy. Before I even look up at Kip I know he didn't hesitate in devouring his dessert - it's his favorite part of the meal.
"How is the Tiramisu, babe?"
"Great! So good," he says with a full mouth and a half empty plate. Then he puts his fork down and his face becomes serious. This must be it...I knew this was coming. I can't believe I was so stupid to think... and things were going so well!
"Look, Kip, you don't have to say it. I underst"
A lump caught in my throat and I was unable to finish my sentence. Here, in the middle of a crowded Italian restaurant, Kip was lowering himself to one knee. Is he serious? What is going through his head? He better not be proposing...
"No," I say.
But it doesn't stop him. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a jewelry box the perfect size for a ring. I glance around at the neighboring tables. People are staring; some with hate in their eyes, but mostly a general display of adoration for young love.
"Kip, don't do this to me."
I am visibly shaking. I can't do this. He opens his mouth.
"Kyle, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you..."
"No, Kip, you're not proposing to me. It's not happening."
"Listen to me, Kyle. Please," he begs. But I can't do it. I'm too young. I?m too scared.
"I said no!" I scream at the top of my lungs. The whole restaurant becomes silent. Everyone is staring at me now, but their expression has changed. General curiosity sweeps the room. It seems like time has stopped. I cannot let him go through with this because I know that once he asks, I might say yes and that terrifies me. I throw the napkin onto the table, push my chair backwards so hard that it crashes to the floor and bolt for the door in a motion so smooth it seems like it was made for the next blockbuster movie.
I burst through the doors of the restaurant as tears begin to fall down my face. God, what was he thinking? He thought I could handle that?! And to top it all off, he decided to do that in public? Holy fuck. I walk to the edge of the sidewalk and whistle down a taxi to take me back to my apartment. Thank God my parents bought me an apartment for my senior year to get me used to being away from them so I can be better acclimated while attending college. I would hate to explain this to them and let them see me like this. I'm a mess. I tell the taxi driver where to go, and he veers off with the precision of a drunken person. How do these people keep their licenses?! The ride is silent except for me telling him where to go, asking him how much I need to pay him, and thanking him for his services.
I feel so numb. I don't even realize that I've walked up the stairs to my apartment. I don't realize that I fumbled with the key for what seemed like forever just to unlock the damn door. And I'm on autopilot when I walk in. My cat comes over and runs the length of her body next to my leg and looks up at me and meows. She knows something is wrong, but I don't have enough energy to tell her. Maybe I shouldn't have shot him down. Maybe I should have just told him I would think about it. I can't imagine he'll be over to see me tonight. He usually spends the weekends at my apartment, but something tells me that after storming out on him tonight, I might not get the chance to make things right. The tears start to fall yet again.
"This is going to be a long night," I say to my cat as I fall onto my bed face first and she jumps up next to me and curls up at her favorite spot near my hip.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know I'm startled awake by the slamming of my front door. I already know its Kip because of the sound of his footsteps. I gave him a key when we started getting more serious, but I'm sure he'll be giving it back after he takes what little things of his that he keeps here back to his room at his parent's house. I don't think I'm ready to get married while I'm still in high school, but I certainly don't want to lose him. I see him flip around the corner and enter my room. I try to start talking before he can, but that happens to no prevail.
"Kip, I'm so sorry!"
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" he screams. "You left me kneeling in a restaurant, completely humiliated because you didn't give me the fucking chance to say one goddamn word to you! You acted like a child and ran out before listening to me! How is a relationship supposed to work when only one side is listening?! I mean, come on, Kyle. What the fuck!?"
I sit up in bed and try to tell him why I ran, that I couldn't marry him, but he continues.
"I don't understand. I try to prove to you every day that I love you, and that I won't hurt you, and that you're all I need, but you just can't seem to accept it. You're so fucking insecure! Why can't you trust me? You have some serious issues, Kyle. All I wanted to do was make a promise to you! What did you think I wanted from you?"
Oh, my God. He wasn't going to propose? Was it just a promise ring? Holy shit, I feel even more horrible now. He paces back and forth at the foot of my bed, clearly waiting for an answer.
"I thought...I thought you were going to ask me to marry you," I choke out through my tears.
"What?! Why would I do that? It's not even legal in Pennsylvania! Are you serious? We're so young, Kyle. What makes you think I thought we were ready to make that type of commitment?"
"I don't know, Kip. I just got scared, okay? I got scared and I ran! I didn't know what to do. It scares me enough that you hold my entire heart in your hands. I can't breathe without thinking about you, I can't laugh without thinking of the way you smile, I can't touch anything without comparing it to how your skin feels underneath my fingertips, but I just can't think of marriage! And I got so worried that if I said yes, you would end up breaking my heart. But if I said no, you would think I didn't love you and would leave me. So, I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I panicked, and I'm so sorry."
The tears are coming more violently now, and I can tell that Kip doesn't have any energy left to argue - neither do I. I love him, and that's all that matters. I crawl off of my bed, walk over to his tense frame, wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down the few inches until his lips caress mine.
"I'm so sorry, Kip. Please forgive me?"
"Of course, beautiful."
"Do you still want to tell me that promise?" I ask, hoping that he still wants to.
"Oh, yeah, I've had this for two weeks, and I needed to find the right moment. I guess now will do," he says as he pulls out the box from his back pocket and kneels down while grabbing my hand and flattening it out to put the ring box on. He opens the box, and a beautiful white gold band set with three small diamonds shines brightly at me.
"Kyle, I have found in you something I haven't been waiting for, but something I feel like I have known my whole life. I feel like I never met you; I was simply remembering you from a past lifetime. You make me happier than words can describe. You make me laugh, you turn me on, you hold me when I'm weak, you love me when I'm strong. With this ring, I promise to give you everything that you give me and more. I swear to never leave you unless it is your wish. I vow to love you passionately, fiercely, and irrevocably, and I give to you my word of honor, love, and trust. Would you please except this ring?"
"Yes. I accept," I say with a dorky smile plastered onto my face.
I can see the excitement surge through him as he takes the ring out of the box, and slips it onto my finger. It fits perfectly. I look at him as he looks at me and I can see the lust in his eyes. He slowly stands back up, throws the ring box over his head, and grabs my face. His lips crash onto mine and his tongue begs for entry. I let him control the kiss and he doesn't stop for so long I feel dizzy when he finally lets go. He grabs the collar of my button down shirt, rips it off of me and is silent so he makes sure I can hear the buttons bouncing on the hardwood floor. His mouth returns to mine and I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. I push it off of his shoulders and hear it hit the ground.
Kip grabs my hips and grinds his hardening erection against my own. He lets out a small moan as he kisses me that sends shivers through my body. I can't take it any longer. I push him off of me and throw him onto my bed. I rip off his belt, pull his trousers down and climb on top of his muscular legs. I begin sucking his cock through the cloth of this underwear and I have him moaning my name.
"Ugh, Kyle. Don't stop. Suck me. Take them off, I want to feel your lips around my dick."
I do as I am told and tear his underwear off. I tease him by licking his balls and stopping just at the base of his penis. He grabs my hair and pulls me onto the head of his throbbing shaft and I expertly swallow all nine inches of his perfect chocolate member. He cries out in ecstasy. I work my tongue around the head as I bop up and down and take a few minutes to kiss, lick, and worship his dick.
"I love your cock, babe." I say in between mouthfuls of his dick.
"Aw, fuck yeah. Get up here, I want to suck you," he demands.
I guess I wasn't going slow enough, because he pulls me by the shoulders up to the pillows and throws me onto my back. He kisses me once and makes his way to my plump, erect nipples. He knows how much it turns me on when he licks and lightly bites them. And within seconds I'm ready to blow, but I want this to last longer. He must have known I was close because he came back up to my lips and kissed me again. His hands reached down towards my pants. He didn't have the patients to deal with the button and the zipper, so he just rips them off. I didn't care. I want him. I need him.
He pulls everything off and pounces onto my seven inch cock. I moan as soon as his lips make contact. I feel my cock enter into his throat and can last no longer. I make one final moan and scream his name as I release my cum into his throat. Six intense blasts later, he lets go of my dick and licks it clean.
Then, he flips me over onto my stomach, lifts my ass up, and dives in. His tongue works wonders and within seconds I'm rock hard again.
"Oh my God. Holy fuck. Eat me. Ohhhhhh. Don't stop. Give me that chocolate tongue!" I moan loudly.
He rims me for a few more minutes until he thinks I'm wet enough, then moves away. I feel empty, but I know what's coming next. I push my ass higher and hear him moan at the sight of my pink hole winking back at him. I hear him spit onto his cock and listen as his hand pumps up and down, spreading the makeshift lube over the surface of his raging dick.
"You ready for this dose of chocolate, baby? You ready to have my kids swimming around inside of you? God, you look so sexy like this."
"I want it, please babe. Give it to me. I need it. Nowwww," I cry. He makes me wait no longer and pushes all nine incredible inches inside of my hungry hole. It feels so good that I shake with lust.
"Yessssssss," I hiss.
He begins to slowly move back and forth picking up a steady rhythm until he is slamming into my body and hitting every spot in my body. God, he knows how to fuck me. He reaches around and grabs my nipples and twists them in his hands. It sends me over the edge and I cum for the second time.
"Oh, baby. I can't handle that hole grabbing my dick. I'm gonna nut real soon. Ugh, fuck. Oh, Jesus," he pants.
He slams into me a few more times and lets out a loud moan. I can feel his cock swell in my hole and feel the warmth that his cum gives me.
"Oh, fuck. Take my babies up your ass. Oh, my God!! Holy fuck. Yes, take them. Ahhhh, Kyle. Uhhhhhhhh."
After he is done impregnating me with his children, he collapses onto my back and twists my head to the side so he can kiss me in his post-orgasmic high. He rolls to my side, pulling me with him, all while keeping his softening dick inside of me. I can feel the cum start to flow out, and wish I was tasting his sweet juices.
He pulls the hand with the promise ring to his lips and lightly kisses the ring.
"I love you. So much," he says.
"I love you, too," I reply sleepily.
I turn my head to kiss him one last time and drift into the deepest sleep I've ever had. I'm so glad I found such a perfect man.
If you're still reading, thank you. I wanted this chapter to harness both a romantic side as well as some good sex. This is my first attempt at writing something for Nifty, so please send me your feedback and let me know if I should continue writing. I?m open to ideas!
Thanks!
Colin
(cjames.courage@live.com)