The Golden City - 16. Out of Love

Chapter 16: Out of Love

That night things finally started to feel normal again. Sure, Adam was slightly off, but for the most part he was his goofy self! He even finally agreed to another movie night! Maybe this means things will finally calm down again. I don’t know how many more crazy days I can handle!

“So,” Adam began as yet another Harry Potter movie came to an end. “You’re going to Dizzy’s Friday night?”

“Yup.” I nodded, shooting him a cautious look.

“Are you nervous?” He asked as a smile began on his face.

“Why would I be nervous?” I defensively replied. “It’s like two days away anyway.”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I feel like going to meet his parents is a big deal.”

“Gee, thanks Adam.” I groaned as I began to tap my fingers against the couch.

“You said you weren’t nervous!” He tried to hide the laughter in his voice.

“I wasn’t!” I yelped. “But now you’ve made me nervous!”

“I was just playing around, you’ll be fine.” He began to comfort. “Just be yourself and I’m sure they’ll love you. Besides, I doubt Dizzy is letting you go anytime soon.”

“I guess.” I exhaled a deep breath. “It’s just his Mom though, and I guess maybe her boyfriend, but I don’t think Dizzy likes him.”

“I understand.” Adam nodded. “Well how about I bring home a box of donuts for you to take with you? That way you’re not going empty handed.”

“Yes! Please!” I exclaimed as his smile grew.

“See, I have everything covered.” He flashed me a wink before getting to his feet. “Now go get ready for bed, I’m not letting you skip another day.”

“You sure?” I couldn’t help but press my luck.

“Positive.” He confidently answered.

The next day and a half I found myself fighting off the nerves Adam had accidentally stirred up. I mean, I was probably going to get nervous anyway, but I didn’t need his help speeding up the process! Yet, spending time with Dizzy seemed to help relax me. Every joke, every kiss, every silent moment, it all just reminded me how close we had grown. How no matter what happens Friday night, nothing’s going to get in our way.

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“So,” Dizzy began to walk me home. “I could go home then come back to pick you up later or…” He led, waiting for me to take the hint.

“Or you could come over until then.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine,” I sighed as though it was an inconvenience. “I guess you could come over.”

“Why? Got big plans before dinner?” He giggled as we made our way through the park.

“Just programming homework and a shower.” I shrugged. “But I guess you could help with both.”

“Both?” He excitedly repeated. “I uh, yeah, I think I can manage that.”

We both fell quiet as our eyes connected, except this time bashful grins covered our faces. “You kind of smell,” He finally began as we climbed the stairs to my house. “We should probably shower first.”

“Hey!” I giggled, but as I opened the door and found Adam on the couch I knew our plans were ruined. “Guess it’ll just be helping with programming today.” I shrugged.

“You don’t know that!” Dizzy cried in a whine. “Hey Adam!” He began as we stepped inside. “Got any big plans tonight? It is day drink season you know.”

“Nope.” Adam shook his head. “Just going to hang here all night.”

“It’s a Friday.” Dizzy tried to encourage. “Why not go out to the bars? Live a little! I hear the cutest guys go out around now!”

“Artie and I just went out the other night, and I woke up at four in the morning. My only plan is this couch and Xbox.” Adam insisted, not even bothering to look over at us. “Why?”

“Just thought you could use a push.” Dizzy sighed quickly looking over to me as I started to climb the stairs. “Where are you going?”

“Shower.” I shrugged. “You said I smell, remember?” I couldn’t help but tease.

“I think I hate you.” Dizzy shot back walking over to the couch and taking a seat near Adam.

“The whole couch and you have to sit this close to me?” Adam began to complain.

“Why? I don’t have cooties.” Dizzy smirked, poking Adam’s buttons every chance he could.

“No, but you smell too!” Adam shouted as their voices began to grow faint.

“Then maybe I should go join Artie!” Dizzy cackled in a loud voice.

“No!” Adam shouted, drawing an even louder laugh from Dizzy. “Why would you even say that to me? You can be so stupid sometimes!”

Pretty soon I was able to drown out their bickering and focus on a nice calming shower. I’m actually kind of glad Adam was home to put a stop to us. I could use some time alone with my own thoughts. Plus, I love when Dizzy annoys him! He always knows how to push Adam’s buttons in the funniest ways!

When I finally got dried off and dressed I walked down the stairs to find them both calm and playing video games together.

“Guy to your right.” Dizzy called out, clearly focused on the T.V.

“Got him.” Adam replied. “You have any extra ammo?”

“Right here.” Dizzy instructed as they fell into their virtual world.

“Hey.” I smiled as I joined them on the couch.

“Shhhh!” They both hushed in unison.

“Just give us a few minutes.” Dizzy dismissed, keeping his eyes on the T.V.

“Alright.” I shrugged, taking my book off of the coffee table and falling into a world of my own.

To none of our surprise a few minutes turned into a good hour and a half of them playing together. Of course, I really didn’t mind. It was kind of nice seeing them get along so well. Sure, Dizzy loves to annoy Adam, but Dizzy also loves to spend time with him. They make a good team when they’re both being serious too! I didn’t really understand what was going on, but it seemed like they were winning.

“Alright,” Dizzy stood up as they both put down their controllers. “Ready to go Artie?”

“Oh, I can speak now?” I teased with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t take it like that.” Dizzy groaned as our eyes connected. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m just goofing around.” I shrugged, but played it off as though I was still annoyed to see how Dizzy would react.

“Yeah? Well how about I teach you how to play with us one of these days.” He offered. “That way you can talk all you want.”

“Alright.” I happily accepted as Adam made his way into the kitchen before walking out with a white box.

“Here.” Adam handed the box to me. “And I’ll be the one to teach you. I’m better after all.”

“You wish.” Dizzy rolled his eyes. “I carried you all afternoon.”

“No you didn’t.” Adam began to bicker. “You slowed me down.”

“Stick to making donuts.” Dizzy dismissed as we headed towards the door.

Adam shot him one last fed up look before glancing over to me. “Be good tonight. Text me if you need anything. I can even come there to guide you home if you want.”

“I’ll get him home.” Dizzy shrugged.

“You sure?” Adam asked in a concerned voice. “That means you’d come all the way here just to go home again.”

“I mean, I could spend the night here.” Dizzy tempted, but we both knew it didn’t matter what Adam said.

“No.” Adam shot down.

“Fine.” Dizzy groaned. “I’m still going to get him home though.”

“Whatever.” Adam shook his head. “Be home by midnight Artie.”

“I have a curfew now?” I whined.

“Yup.” Adam grinned. “Time for me to start setting rules around here!”

“First rule,” Dizzy began, pulling open the door for me. “There are no rules!” He shouted, letting me walk past him and slamming the door behind us.

“One of these days you’re going to get on his bad side.” I warned with a serious look.

“He doesn’t have a bad side.” Dizzy rolled his eyes. “And if he does, well, he loves me anyway.”

“Sure he does.” I provoked as we headed towards the nearby bus stop.

“We listen to similar music, play the same games, both eat like crap,” He teased with a smirk “and your Uncle was totally a punk growing up. We’re too similar for him to hate me.”

“Whatever you say.” I shrugged as we quickened our pace to catch the bus stopped a block away.

It took some effort but when we both caught the bus and sat down Dizzy handed me his spare earbud the way he always did. Just like usual fast paced punk rock music played in my ear as me and Dizzy fell into our own world. It didn’t take long to get to his place, maybe a little over ten minutes. Yet when we got there I found myself studying the house closely.

It was almost like a miniature version of my own. It sat on a busy street and seemed a bit, cramped, but knowing Dizzy, well he could make it work!

“Momma!” Dizzy shouted as he pushed the front door open. “We’re home!”

“Alright,” An older voice yelled back. “Just leave your shoes at the door.”

“Since when do we do that?” Dizzy complained, but followed directions anyway.

“Since today.” She replied as we walked through a small hallway. To our left was a doorway that opened up to a living room while straight ahead sat the room his mother’s voice was coming from.

“You getting all bougey on me woman?” Dizzy teased as we entered into a rundown kitchen. A woman around our height stood at the counter with her back towards us.

“That’s exactly what’s happening.” She sarcastically replied, turning around to face us. She looked like Dizzy, just a lot more tired and beaten by the week. The smell of cigarettes radiated off of her as she watched me closely.

“Mom,” Dizzy began. “this is Artie. Artie this is my Mom.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” She forced a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too Mrs. Armstrong.” I replied, unsure what else to say. “I brought these for you.” I let out, extending the white box towards her.

“Thank you.” She accepted, taking the box and pulling it open. “How’d you get these at this time of night?”

“His Uncle owns the shop.” Dizzy proudly bragged.

“Out of everything you told me, you left that out!” Mrs. Armstrong yelped, reaching out and swatting at Dizzy.

“Told you I grew up eating them.” Dizzy turned to me with a smirk. He went to grab one but once more his mother swatted his hand.

“Take a seat.” She instructed, putting the box on the counter and turning back towards the stove. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Watcha makin’?” Dizzy began once more, making sure to annoy his mother at every chance he could.

“Dinner.” She replied without thinking twice. “You’re not a picky eater, are you Artie?”

“No ma’am.” I replied with a quick shake of my head. “I’ll eat anything.”

“She’s probably making chili, that’s one of the few good things she makes.” He teased with a smirk.

“Z, we’ve already got a T.V., we don’t need you to put on a show.” She warned, turning back slightly to stare at him. I couldn’t help but lightly giggle at her words. “You can use that one sometime Artie.”

“Gladly.” I quickly nodded. “Has he always been this, crazy?”

“Yup.” She exhaled a deep breath. “He’s an artist. He loves to amaze people, no matter how much trouble it gets him in.”

“Me? Trouble?” Dizzy asked with a smirk.

“It’s your middle name.” She rolled her eyes, opening a cabinet and reaching for a bowl.

“I’ve got it.” He quickly jumped to his feet to help her.

He watched her closely as she poured the chili into a bowl. “I can carry it!” She argued as he grabbed the bowl. “It’s like a step away!”

“We have this conversation once a day.” He complained. “Just take a seat.”

“He’s got a hard head.” She said to me as she took her seat at the end of the table.

“Tell me about it.” I agreed as Dizzy sat down.

“So how’d you wind up with him anyway?” She asked, as we all began to plate our dinner.

“Ky was my guide on my first day, and we all just became friends.” I explained with a smile.

“But what made you say you want to date him?” She pried with curious eyes.

“Mom.” Dizzy groaned in a quiet voice.

“He’s exciting,” I began, but could tell she didn’t like that answer. “and, I don’t know. He’s really sweet when he wants to be.”

“Like when?” He began to proudly smirk.

“Like my first day on the way to the bridge.” I shrugged. “You gave me this whole made up tour, then just, I don’t know,” I hesitated as a blush began on my face. “some of the stuff you said, it just hit me hard.”

“We’re talking about the same Dizzy right?” His mother teased, drawing a nod from me.

“You know I’m sweet.” He provoked as he looked over at her.

“Depends on your mood.” She shook her head.

“Depends on whether Trevor is here or not.” He muttered to himself.

“Well he won’t be here tonight.” She answered as they both dropped the topic. “Sorry.” She apologized as she looked over to me.

“It’s fine ma’am.” I forced a smile. “I, I grew up with a single Mom so I get it.”

“That’s right,” She suddenly recalled. “Dizzy told me about that. Single mothers are some of the strongest people on the planet.” She proudly explained.

“Sure, go ahead and toot your own horn.” Dizzy’s smile grew. “When’s your statue getting here?”

“I better be getting more than a statue for raising you.” She shook her head. “Artie should probably get something for putting up with you too.”

“He loves it.” Dizzy dismissed.

“It does make things fun.” I shrugged as she looked back over to me.

“It’s all fun and games until you get into trouble with him.” She warned.

“I’ve been staying out of trouble lately!” He defended, starting to play with his food. “I only had one detention this week.”

“Guess you want a statue too then?” She teased. It’s funny how similar their personalities are. They give each other crap, but I can see how much she loves him by the look in her eyes. This little back and forth between them, well I think it’s their way of saying ‘I love you’.

“If that’s not too much to ask for.” Dizzy played along.

“I’ll get right on that for you Z.” She remarked before looking back over to me. “You the reason he’s been behaving this week?”

“I don’t think so.” I shook my head. “I think he’s just been doing a good job of not getting caught.”

“He’s got you pegged pretty well.” She looked back to Dizzy.

“Told you I finally found a good one.” He proudly bragged. “I’m the sails, he’s the anchor.”

“Is that why I actually got to meet him?” She asked, starting to turn serious.

“Maybe.” Dizzy replied, trying his hardest not to answer the question.

“You’re the first person he’s dating that I get to meet.” She echoed Charlotte’s words from the other day.

“Ma!” Dizzy cried out.

“I’m glad.” I forced a smile. “Now I see where he gets his personality from.”

“He is like me, isn’t he?” She sighed as their eyes locked, drawing a proud smile from Dizzy. “Just a lot louder.”

Before anyone could say anything else I saw something out of the corner of my eye pounce on the nearby counter. Dizzy couldn’t help but laugh as he saw me slightly jump in my seat.

“Catniss.” He called out as I turned to see a bright orange cat standing near the sink. “Catniss come here.” He continued.

“Stop, we’re eating.” Mrs. Armstrong warned. “I don’t want her trying to climb on the table, or on those countertops for that matter.”

“Fine.” Dizzy exhaled but before he could say something else the cat jumped onto the floor. “You got scared of a cat.” Dizzy instantly began to tease.

“I didn’t know it was a cat.” I shrugged as a blush began on my face.

“She’s harmless.” Mrs. Armstrong tried to comfort. “I would know, because Dizzy never helps with her.”

“I do too.” He argued. “She sleeps in my room, doesn’t she?”

“What a great contribution.” Mrs. Armstrong sarcastically replied as we watched the cat walk past me and sit under Dizzy’s chair. “You’ve got any pets?” She asked, turning back to me.

“No ma’am.” I shook my head. “Maybe at some point we’ll get one.”

“It’ll probably be a chicken.” Dizzy smirked. “He loves those things.”

“I don’t love them,” I tried to defend. “I just worked a lot with chickens back in Texas.”

“Farmer?” Mrs. Armstrong asked, drawing a nod from me. “You miss Texas?”

“Sometimes ma’am.” I swayed my head. “But I’m a lot happier here.”

“Makes sense, here you don’t have people cramming bibles down your throat.” She remarked, not putting too much thought in her words.

“Mom.” Dizzy scolded in a serious voice.

“She’s not wrong.” I forced a smile. “Are you religious at all?”

“Me?” She asked, caught off guard by the question. “Not at all. I lost God in a bar bathroom.”

Dizzy made a disgusted face as he heard those words. “So much for you getting bougey on me.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” She teased as we wrapped up our meal. “Now contrary to what Dizzy will tell you, you’re always welcome here.” She said as we helped her clean off the table.

“Thank you ma’am.” I felt my smile turn genuine as I heard those words.

“You can also drop the ma’ams.” She instructed, glancing back to her son. “I hope you’re this respectful when you go to his house.”

“I’m practically his Uncle’s best friend.” Dizzy shrugged.

“That poor man.” She sighed. “You boys can go hang out if you want.”

“Sure you don’t need help?” Dizzy asked but the woman simply shook her head. “Thank you.” His smile grew as he wrapped around her from behind.

“Yeah, yeah.” She dismissed, clearly enjoying the attention from him. “You gonna sleep here tonight?”

“Probably not.” He replied, still holding onto her.

“Alright.” She exhaled. It was clear she was disappointed by his answer, but for some reason didn’t push him on it. “Now go, shoo.”

“Come on,” Dizzy led as he let go of his mom. “I’ll show you my room.”

“No funny business!” Mrs. Armstrong yelled from the kitchen.

“Only serious business!” Dizzy mocked as we started to climb rickety steps up to another tight hallway. “Here it is.” He proudly announced pushing one of the doors open. His room was a similar size to mine, and yet so different. Drawings and pictures covered every wall except the one behind his bed. Instead, beautiful bright colors covered it with a tornado in the middle. “Like it?” He proudly asked.

“Yeah.” I slowly nodded.

“I spray painted it myself.” He explained, taking a long look at it.

“It’s amazing.” I remarked, before looking around the rest of his room. Pictures of him and his mom from over the years took up most of the space, while spray paint cans and different snack wrappers filled the rest. That is, except for his desk which held three big computer screens.

“That’s my set up,” He began to explain, walking over and turning it on. Just like that all three screens jumped to life. The screen to the left broadcasted a programing box just like the one we used at school, the one to the right showed video games from his Xbox, and the middle one had different doodles in a paint software.

“Pretty cool, right?” He checked, looking back at me.

“Yeah.” I nodded, amazed by the machine. I had never seen a computer like that! I didn’t even know you could hook up screens to connect like that! He turned off the two outside ones before pulling up Netflix on the middle one. He quickly picked a show before leading me to his bed. “Come lay down for a while.” He encouraged, making plenty of room for me.

“Alright.” I accepted, happily laying in his arms. “Your room smells like cats and cheap body spray.” I couldn’t help but tease.

“Better than smelling like paint.” He shrugged with a smile.

“Speaking of that, when are you going to take me to see your art?” I asked, looking back towards the wall behind us.

“You are my Art.” He teased as I rolled my eyes. “Get it? Because your name is Arthur.”

“I got that.” I tried to fight off a giggle at his words. “But really, when?”

“Sometime soon.” He nodded. “But for now, let’s just relax.”

I rested my head against his body as we both peacefully laid back and watched whatever show he had picked. At some point his cat even joined us! I’m not a big cat person, but seeing how gentle he was with it, it just went a long way with me! I mean, I thought he was caring and sweet with me, but that cat got a whole other level of Dizzy! I think I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit jealous!

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When it was finally time to leave Mrs. Armstrong gave me a strong hug goodbye. I’m not fully sure, but I think she’s accepted me! Either way it’s clear they’re both very careful about one another. Dizzy doesn’t want anyone hurting her, and vice versa.

“Sorry my house wasn’t all that nice.” Dizzy apologized as we hopped onto the bus.

“It’s nice.” I tried to encourage.

“You don’t have to lie.” Dizzy said as he grew serious. “It’s falling apart on itself.”

“I don’t care.” I leaned against him. “I grew up in a trailer.”

“No you didn’t.” Dizzy let out, trying to figure out how serious I was being.

“Yeah.” I nodded my head. “My Mom could only afford so much, you know?”

“Far too well.” He agreed giving me a headphone as we both grew quiet.

After the first ten minutes passed I shot Dizzy a confused look. “This isn’t the way to my house.”

“Nope.” He smirked, still looking out of his window. “I thought you would’ve noticed a lot sooner.”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I’m still learning the area, and I trust you to get me home.”

“I’ll get you home,” He comforted. “we’re just making a pit stop first.”

Once more we both fell quietly into our own peaceful world. We had to transfer busses but for the most part the ride was smooth. As I saw giant arches in the distance I immediately recognized where Dizzy was taking me.

“The Bridge?” I asked as the bus came to a stop. He stayed quiet and grabbed my hand as we both stood up. “What are we doing here?” I pressured, but once more only got silence back. I held his hand tightly as he quietly led me out to the middle of the bridge.

“Arthur Price.” He finally spoke as we overlooked the bay. “This is where I was when I started to fall for you.” He explained. “And tonight, at dinner, when you brought up the bridge, well I knew I needed to take you back here.”

“Yeah?” I felt a wide smile spread on my face.

“Yeah,” He confidently repeated. “because I have something important to ask you. I know we’ve been doing this dating thing the past few weeks, and it’s been fun, but you not officially being my boyfriend, it’s killing me!” He paused and turned to face me. “So what do you say, will you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes.” I quickly answered. “Yes.” I repeated as he pulled me in close and landed a deep kiss on my lips.

“Even after meeting my Mom?” He teased as we broke away and held one another.

“Even after meeting your Mom.” I confirmed, looking back out towards the bay. Last time I was here I was so incredibly different. I was scared of my feelings for other guys, scared to try living a life of my own. But now everything’s different. Now he’s changed everything for me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

We spent a little while just standing there, staring off and talking about life. It didn’t matter what the topic was, it felt like we could’ve stood there and spoke forever. Yet when it turned eleven Dizzy made sure to take me back to the bus so we wouldn’t miss my curfew.

Once more the ride was filled with a peaceful silence. There was nothing that needed to be said, nothing either of us wanted to say! And when we got to my house Dizzy gave me one more kiss before sneaking around back and waiting for the coast to be clear.

“Hey.” Adam called out as I walked through the front door. “Pushing your curfew a little bit, aren’t you?”

“I’ still have ten minutes.” I replied as our eyes met.

“Curfew being at midnight doesn’t mean you have to stay out until midnight.” He warned with a serious look.

“I just wanted to spend some time with my boyfriend, is that such a crime?” I asked, trying to match his tone.

“I guess not.” He sighed. “And boyfriend? So you guys are making it official?”

“We just did tonight.” I proudly nodded my head.

“Congratulations.” He stood up and headed towards the stairs, trying his hardest to hide the exhaustion on his face.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me.” I said as I started to feel guilt drip into my mind.

“I know.” He nodded his head. “But I wasn’t going to fall asleep until you got back anyway.”

“Oh, sorry.” I apologized, not realizing how heavily Adam had embraced his role as a parent.

“It’s fine.” He dismissed. “Just something to get used to. Turn off all the lights when you go to bed.”

“I will.” I accepted, taking a seat and waiting patiently to make sure he had fallen asleep. I give it an extra ten minutes, but when I was finally sure he was gone I snuck to the sliding glass doors and slowly pulled them open.

The second the door opened Dizzy slipped inside and shut it behind him. We both stayed quiet as we turned everything off and silently made our way to my room.

“I thought you were never going to let me in.” Dizzy teased as we both began to get changed.

“I did debate it in my head for a while.” I smiled. As soon as I kicked off my jeans I walked over and laid back on my bed.

“Whatcha doin?” Dizzy asked with a grin.

“Nothing, I’m just ready for bed.” I shrugged as he followed my example. “It’s more comfortable this way.”

“You’re such a tease.” He giggled, pulling me in close.

“Am I?” I asked, crawling under the covers.

“Yup.” He nodded as I reached down and took off the last barrier between us.

“Would a tease do this?” I asked, pulling my hands out and holding my boxer briefs for him to see.

He let out a laugh as a big bashful grin covered my face. “Yes!” He shouted, crawling under the covers himself. He winked at me and before I knew it he was throwing his own pair of boxers on the floor. He began to bite on his lip as our eyes connected but suddenly I saw something flicker in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He checked as his rational side pulled him back in.

“I think so.” I forced a nod. “The bridge tonight, it, it was perfect Dizzy Armstrong. I want to get even closer to you and I, I think this is the only thing left keeping us apart.”

He broke eye contact as he heard those words and exhaled a deep breath. “Out of all the people I’ve slept with, you’re the first to want sex out of love, not lust.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized, reaching out and forcing his head back up.

“You shouldn’t be.” He began to smile once more. “You’re the one fixing everything.”

I nodded but watched quietly as the look in his eyes changed. Just like the fox’s he loves so much, well, now he’s on the prowl. “I like you a lot Artie.” He said as he grew closer. “I want you to see that.”

He moved slowly but precisely and suddenly he was laying on me as our bodies began to intertwine. “I just, this is my first time.” I nervously let out. “Can we take it slow?”

“Of course.” He exhaled as our lips met. The deeper we began to kiss the more rowdy we seemed to get, until finally I pushed the sheets off of us. This time we saw each other fully and completely. There were no more secrets between us. Nothing to hide or try and cover up. Sure, a small part of me was nervous, but the more I looked into his eyes, the more I felt okay with everything that was happening.

“When you said first time,” He began to speak before we could truly get started. “Did you mean with any of this? Like, like even with yourself?”

“Yeah.” I sheepishly admitted. “We, were taught it’s all a sin.”

“Well we can ask for forgiveness tomorrow.” He teased, but hesitated to make a move.

Before he could say anything else I reached out with a curious hand and connected with his most private area. “No, this, this isn’t a sin.” I decided. “This, this is me showing how much I care about you. I don’t need anyone’s permission or forgiveness for that.”

“Amen.” He agreed as he reached out and connecting with mine.

From that point on there was no more talking. Pretty soon my exploration turned into action as I followed his example. Just like with everything else he was patient with me. He didn’t complain or order me to do anything. Instead he just enjoyed the experience and did everything he could to make sure I did too. There were even moments where he did things I wasn’t comfortable replicating, but didn’t seem to mind at all that I kept things a bit more basic.

When we got towards the climax, well, it was a feeling I’ll never forget. It wasn’t just about the pleasure we were both feeling. It was the bond that had started to strengthen from it, and for me, the freedom of my North Texas shackles finally breaking off.

He slowly moved in and made sure to plant another kiss on my lips as we both calmed down. “You alright?”

“Better than alright.” I nodded as a smile began on my face.

“Yeah?” He giggled as pride entered his eyes.

“Yeah.” I felt my smile grow. “How, how did I do?”

“So good I can’t believe it’s your first time.” He teased with a smile of his own. “Just, next time, I, well, you’re not milking a cow.”

“Oh, sorry.” A heavy blush began on my face.

“It’s fine.” He laughed as he pulled me in close. “I’ve never felt this close to a person in my life.” He exhaled in a powerful breath.

“Me neither.” I agreed as I rested my head against his chest. “You mean a lot to me Dizzy.”

“You mean a lot to me too.” He echoed without hesitation.

I don’t remember what time we went to bed, I only remember us holding one another close. A few days ago I didn’t know if my feelings for Dizzy could go any deeper, but now I see we have so much more to explore. Now I see we’re really just beginning. Bring on whatever obstacles are in our way. We’re not going anywhere.