The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome
I could feel Andy smiling against my neck. I couldn’t help but wonder, was he laughing at me? Was this all some cruel joke? How had this possibly happened? None of this made sense at all…
The body against mine was amazing. The conversation we had earlier seemed implausible. This was all impossible. I thought of my own body and tried to suppress a shiver of revulsion at the comparison. I had to leave right away, Andy couldn’t conceivably want me here a second longer.
Andy pulled out, briefly bringing my focus back to him. He kissed my face and my heart started racing. I wanted to pull him to me, return his affection, but I knew that I existed on a totally different plane from Andy. I was so far below him, what he was doing, what he had done didn’t make sense. Why was he torturing me? I was confused. I covered my body in shame, but he cuddled up next to me, addressing me tenderly.
“Gwyn, look at me. I think you’re beautiful, ok?” He took one of my hands in both of his, dwarfing it, and placed it over his heart. His arms had these sexy, well-defined veins I could trace with my eyes so well… I could feel the steady beat of his cardiac muscle working, and he sighed at my touch like it meant something to him. He looked at me steadily, emotional napalm in his blue eyes, and I felt my insides clench in bewilderment. “You’ve had quite an effect on me.” He blushed and smiled, shyly looking at the ground for a moment. Or was that shyness? Was he just lying? Probably, but why?
“Look, I need to use the bathroom, please don’t just take off. Ok?” He looked worried. Why?
I didn’t understand. Was there a group of people he was waiting on, to make fun of me in front of? Was that it? Was I the target of some cruel punchline?
“Ok.” He kissed me and left quickly. I waited until the door was shut before getting dressed as fast as I could.