Biscotti - 14. Chapter 14

The movie wasn’t that great, but in truth, I only saw about half of it. I ended up sitting on Brad’s lap, feeding him popcorn between kisses. When he was into watching the movie, I put one of the biscotti to his lip. His tongue licked his lip, and then he realized what I had done. “Do you have those cookies with you?”

“Yes, and they are called biscotti. But you need to kiss me to get one.”

Yes, he did indeed kissed me. “You keep giving me kisses like that tonight, and you’ll get the whole bag.”

“You have more?” I just laughed as I handed him the bag.

I drove us to his home, wanting more. I knew what I could have thanks to Larry, but I wasn’t ready for our next step. Deep down, I knew Brad wanted more, and I loved him more for his restraint. I need to come up with an acceptable physical expression of our love, for him as well as for me. I need to replace Larry’s memories with Brad’s memories.

“Brad, why don’t you stay over at my place tonight. You can go to Nona’s with us.”

“Where would I sleep?”

“In the library, of course.”

I knew this was a big step for me, but we’ll be living together in four years. I smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“This will be my first time having a sleepover. So I’m a virgin as far as sleepovers.”

“Well, I get to introduce you to sleepovers and what happens at a sleepover. I need to get some clothes and tell my parents.”

Walking into the house holding hands. “So you both have decided not to hide any longer?”

“Yes, you all know about our feelings for each other and have accepted us. You’re there for us. We can’t hide forever. Hoping that college is more open, of course, Brad will need to be undercover as football may not be so open and accepting. We’ll keep our private life private till we have accepting friends.”

“Makes sense to me. Just be careful and be very sure before you let people in.”

“We will. I have been doing that for several years. It’s Brad who wants to shout it from the treetops.”

“Yea, I don’t care what other people think. I only care what Scott thinks.”

“That’s nice to say because you know I care, but it might affect your football career. So we’ll keep it quiet.”

“Sounds like the boss has spoken.”

“Yea, he has good common sense and is as smart as hell.”

“Brad is going to spend the night in the library and go to Nona’s with us. Is that ok with you, Mom?”

“You see who calls the shots in our home.”

“Yes, Scott, that’s ok.”

I followed Brad to his room to get clothes for Sunday. He would hand me the clothes, and I would fold them, put them into his backpack. “I don’t think we should fold your shirt and pants. Put them on a hanger, and we will take them like that. Do you have pajamas to sleep in?”

“You sleep in pajamas?”

“Yes, what do you sleep in?”

“Nothing, I like to sleep naked. Have you ever tried it? It’s a very free feeling. Maybe tonight we’ll try it.”

“You are a naughty boy.”

When we got home, Dad said good night. “Did you and Dad enjoy your evening with Tom and Carol? Dad seems very tired.”

“Well, he had a great time showing Tom how to plant potatoes and broccoli at the same time. I think they planted a garden about the size of his garden out back.”

“I’m going to do everything I can to get him a small farm about the size of Tom’s. You’ll see within six years he’ll be a gentlemen farmer.”

I got a hug and a kiss from that. I nodded to Brad to follow me as I headed to the library.

“Hang your shirt and pants in the closet in the hall. I moved all my stuff there since I had no room here.”

“I think Dad had a good idea about going to bed.”

“I agree. I’m going to take a shower before going to bed.” I took a towel from the cabinet in the bathroom, gave him one, and began to take my clothes off. I knew that Brad had seen guys naked from school. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperate, and got in. I was surprised when Brad got in behind me.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” He took the shampoo and began to shampoo my hair. It felt so great I leaned back into him. I was totally relaxed, eyes close as he moved his soapy hands down my chest. My eyes popped open when he began to shampoo my pubic hair, which caused a reaction I wasn’t ready for. I was nervous and scared, but I wanted what he was doing. It didn’t take long when he kissed my neck. I shot against the shower wall and collapse back into him. He held me up and continued kissing my neck.

Slowly I came back to earth. I turned and kissed him. “Your turn and put your head down so I can shampoo it.”

I watched the expression on his face as I massage his head with the shampoo. Then kissing him, I moved my soapy hands down his chest and found out he was ticklish. I played with soapy fingers with his chest and his nipples, all the well holding our kiss. As soon as I touched that rod that was hitting my stomach, he blew. His eyes bugged open, and then he held me away and smiled, looking at his sperm all over my stomach.

“Let’s quickly finish and get ready for bed.”

We did. We helped each other finish showering, dried, wrapped the towel around us, and ran to the library. I shut my door, pulled the light covers back, “Left or right side.”

“Left side,”

Getting in bed was a little odd for me. I have never slept with anyone, so I was nervous. Brad laid on his side and pulled me into him, cuddling with my back against his chest. He kissed me on the back of my neck as I snuggled into him. It wasn’t long before I felt something poking between my legs. I just relaxed, trusting him not to do anything else.