A Year to Remember, Chapter Three - Sex Stories

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

... careering into the back of him knocking him double so that he tips forward and has to steady himself on a higher step with his hands. “Hey, calm down.” He turns just his head toward me, looking at me over his shoulder with his bum in the air, about level with my waist. The pale grey of his jogging bottoms is suddenly pulled tight against a round bubble butt, due to the crazy angle his body is now at. “Shit! Sorry.” I mumble. He's still looking over his shoulder at me. That madcap hairdo of his, tumbling into his eyes. “Just kidding.” Simon gives me grin to show that he was, in fact, just kidding. “Let's start at the top, that way we'll be away from the folks for as long as possible.” And he's off again, his pert bum now jogging away from me. My nose brushes the waistband of his joggers as his rises up the stairs in front of me. I breathe in involuntarily, catching a clean, fresh scent. Something turns over inside me, like a tiny feather has stroked my soul. “Great.” Is about all I can manage. I have seen inside plenty of houses before so I was not expecting that much of an adventure. Whatever! At least he seems okay with me, after last time…after the kiss! Up we go, up two flights of steep stairs and onto a tiny landing, where there is, incredibly, a wooden ladder poking up into a rectangular hole in the ceiling. “Okay, you first,” Simon states, matter-of-factly. “What?” “You first,” he says again, unblinking. Bright hazel eyes shine into my face. They seem to be pleading ...

... with me. Mesmerized for a moment, I suddenly hear him. “What do you mean, you first?” I stare at him, thinking he really is quite the oddest guy I have had the misfortune to have been coerced into knowing. But so cute too, in a weird way! Cute, what am I thinking like that for? He's just plain weird, weird! “Up the ladder. You're not afraid of heights are you?” He climbs on the wrong side of the ladder, seemingly to prove a point. On home ground, shy, nervy Simon is all bravado it seems. “No, of course not but why would I want to see in your attic, Simon?” I ask, in my usual, belligerent manner. “It's not an attic, you dick-head.” Harsh. “It's my bedroom.” His face lights up. I remember that internal illumination from the day of the funeral. Perfect teeth peek between soft, plump, pink lips. Add perfect, sparkling, hazel eyes to the list now I suppose... “You live in the attic?” An idiotic question, that requires no answer, as he has just told me so. With that, he hops down, climbs up the right side of the ladder and disappears into the hole in the ceiling. I stand there, looking and feeling like a idiot. The tousled head appears, upside down. “Come on then!” he calls down, impatiently. I climb up the ladder but he doesn't move. I continue climbing so that my face is now level with his. He looks me straight in the eyes. Then, I swear, he winks at me. Almost imperceptibly…did he just do that? No, that would be too weird, even for Simon. Unless... I can feel his hot breath on my ...