I held Joe's hand warmly and firmly as we drove down Acushnet Avenue heading towards route eighteen and the south end where Joe's building was. Blocks and blocks of old churches and bakeries, Portuguese restaraunts and gas stations. The music was Bruce Springsteen's Dancing in the Dark and then Carribean Queen by Billy Ocean, I think. We were talking, laughing, singing parts of the songs together, Joe and I. There was no mention of money, no mention of sex, but things just were naturally leading that way without need of mention.
I didn't ask to go to his place, he just knew to drive there, and even as we got out of the car and walked into the building, there was no asking of "do you want to come in for a bit" or any of the other formalities that occur in the business and even during more typical male and female couplings. We were both so deeply in synch with each other that no matter what angle we came at each other from it just happened, made sense and became what it became.
And he became naked very, very quickly. And he was holding me firmly on my shoulders and my sides, touching my breasts like he owned them at times and at other times like he was feeling them for my heart. He made me gasp and buck into him. He made me moan so deeply I sounded inhuman. He fed me his tongue and took my lips between his teeth and gently bit them until he made me smile in the midst of it all.
Our laughing filled each other up, our sex overflowed onto bare skin and bed sheets. What a fucking beautiful mess we made of ourselves and everything around us. Sticky and hot, long sips of soda with ice clinking in tall glasses, our meeting again after such a long seperation from each other was as comforting and as needed as a big gulp of air after swimming underwater from one end of the pool to the other.
His cock felt so smooth, slick and firm inside me, I recall the sensualness of that feeling as vividly as it felt at the time. The longing I had secretly harbored for it, keeping the feeling concealed from even myself, wanting sex with him became a stowaway inside of me. Now I'd confronted it and I let him know. "You feel so good, Joe," I sighed as I ran my fingers on his shoulders and pressed my cheek to the side of his arm. "You feel like your penis was made to fit inside of me that perfectly."
"Don't," Joe said. "Shhh. Shhh."
"Don't what?" I whispered.
"Don't make me think about you this way."
I knew what he meant. I lay quietly and wondered about what lines we were crossing and what it would mean. How it would work, how it could work, and that which would make it impossible to work. Then, it came to me.
"Joe," I whispered again, and he tilted his head to the side to look at me. "You are a good, good friend, Joe. Above and beyond the business of this, you are a good man and I think you are a good friend to me."
Joe contemplated this a moment before answering. He almost caught me off guard with the amount of seriousness in his voice. "And you are a good friend to me, and I think we should talk about you living out of a car and consider some alternatives to that. I think you should stay here. You can help with housework in exchange for a bed to sleep in. Any of this will continue to be business," he said, and pointed to our genitals, which made us both cock our eyebrows at each other simultaneously and then slightly giggle under our breaths.
"I don't think that will work, Joe. I work late nights," I replied.
"I don't see how I can drop you off back at some wall or at some guy's car," Joe said bluntly.
"I'll take a cab, it's ok," I said and he put his hand around my waist as if he thought I meant that I was leaving in a cab right then and there. "Or I can stay tonight like the other night and we can just talk until we fall asleep."
"Or we can do this until we fall asleep," Joe suggested and turned me onto my stomach and breathed heavily into my ear as he ran the tip of his penis over the highest part of my thigh down to in between my legs. I rose to him, turning to look at him with a sly grin and then reached my hand down to guide him inside.
Posted by nft at August 22, 2004 09:42 PM