Wonderboy’s sick, as you can see from my last post. He’s sick and I’m not. So, yesterday evening I was humming silently inside, and I was almost certain he wasn’t. But I gathered all my emotional strength and went to him anyway. I’m trying to open up, trying really hard not to shield myself from rejection I’m only assuming will take place. So I went to him.
He was lying on the bed listening to music. When I climbed on top of him, he put the earphones on my head, and there was some great trippy hiphop stuff playing. I started dancing on top of him, kissing him. He kissed me back passionately. I grinded myself against his mound, against all possible erections, but none came.
We kissed for a time, and then I had to ask. I stumbled. Eh, you wouldn’t want to. Play… or anything? You’re too sick, right?
Yeah. You’ll just have to go play by yourself.
He kissed me some more and them ushered me out of the room. I could see him from the couch, and he could see me.
I’m waiting, he said laughing a bit as he said it.
I can’t do it like this! I said. It’s too embarrassing!
He positioned himself so that he wouldn’t see me and sent me a kiss. I played, of course, for a while, but it wasn’t anything special. It had been more exciting to just kiss and dance with him (or on him). Watching porn, some lame-ass-unsatisfactory-yet-adequate for their purposes self-fuck videos. Though some are good, it just was so unenthralling I couldn’t believe it. Watching something from the flat screen of my laptop, when Wonderboy was right there and so wonderful and warm and exciting.
After I went to cuddle with him. But it built up to be a passionate kiss-fest.
Why are you so passionate all of a sudden? I asked, even though I wasn’t complaining.
It’s the extacy that comes after sex, he answered. And you kind of taste like sex. And you kissed me so hard it was exciting, like you were so excited, he answered and smiled.
I am. You make me, I said and kissed him again, hard on the lips, hard with my tongue, and he was equally hard with his.
We did share a sexual experience after all. He was well content with my orgasm as if we were the same. And I got to kiss Wonderboy. It made me so happy.