Dangerous Liaison - Sex Stories

Dangerous Liaison

... born on my birthday, but two years younger. How the family had never stopped looking for me. But he only had a few minutes. The door crashes open and this tall, youthful, beautiful woman comes out calling my name. She's like crying my name out, it was desperate. Armenia, Armenia, over and over. Heart-breaking. I was out of the car in a flash. We just grabbed each other and clung. It took them about twenty minutes to separate us."

"Your Grammy?" David said. Not really a question as he gently swiped tears from my cheeks.

"My Grammy," I confirmed and made use of some more tissues.

"Well," I continued. "We settled inside and talked and talked. I told them I was gay. I didn't want to like them and then get thrown out. Drew being a dick told them I was worried they would turn me away. That was after Pops asked if he was my boyfriend and the two of us nearly laughed up a lung!"

David semi-gasped. "The picture in your hallway. That one with the amazing light and what looks like miles of forest behind you, and a river. You, a black guy and you're leaning in together, your heads close, smiling. And another guy, light brown hair with amazing green eyes, really popping in the light. Laughing at whoever is behind the camera. Is that Drew?"

"Yea, that's right. His eyes are gorgeous. They tend to pick up colors around them. Lily took that picture, it was sunset. We were a little tipsy and telling lies about girls, or boys, depending. Yea that's Drew and Ben."

"I take it ...

... they didn't turn you away!"

"HA! No. We stayed a week, before we had to head back. Talking and hiking. So many questions to answer, and Grammy's an amazing cook. Ben and Drew were thick as thieves. It was idyllic. There was so much to learn, so many photo's to gaze at. Stories about my dad, and when he met Mom. It flew by. Didn't seem real when I got back to Fort Lauderdale."

"How did that go? Not well I guess, as you're estranged from your grandparents."

I blew out my lips. "Hmm. Well we got back late afternoon. I sent the photo albums and stuff that Grammy had made for me, home with Drew. I really didn't trust my grandparents. They were spectacularly unimpressed with me. On their way out, 'We'll talk later'. Yea whatever."

"You were still pissed?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

He squeezed my arm. "Sure, of course."

"They came back about 11pm. Very stilted conversation. Had I learned what I needed to know? Was I ready to get back to normal now? But David. Normal for me was coldness and total lack of concern or respect. How could I be satisfied with that after the warmth of my other family?"

His eyes closed briefly in pain. "They asked you to chose didn't they?"

"Yea. Put it behind me and move on, or leave their house and I would be dead to them."

David shifted closer. Wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tight. Squeezing when I grabbed a shaky breath.

"I went and packed a couple of bags of basics and clothes. I didn't have a mass of stuff. ...