On Monday, Grady and I were teamed up on an American History assignment. I suggested we research the subject individually, then meet up at my house on Friday afternoon to work on the finished project together.
"Maybe we could do a sleepover," I suggested, trying not to let on that I had ulterior motives in mind. Ever since I face fucked Grady, and experienced the most powerful climax of my life, I'd found myself reconsidering fucking him. I had yet to make up my mind on the idea, but it was pointless to take it off the table. It's not like Tyler has shown any interest in popping my cherry, and why should I wait for him?
"A sleepover? What are we, fourteen year olds?" Grady scoffed at the idea with a roll of his eyes.
"You could come over Friday, after school. We can do our homework and then knock out this project together. No point in you going home after, it could take hours to complete. We could hang out on Saturday, so maybe you could stay the weekend? You can go to church with us on Sunday and go home with your folks from there."
"Where would I sleep?" Grady asked, giving me one of his sly, crooked grins.
"Wade's away in college," I answered coyly, "You can sleep in his bed."
"Oh, I see," he said, sounding defeated.
"Hey, we can still fool around, and take our time about it. I just don't know how my grandmother would react if she came in to wake me and found us lying naked in bed together."
"Yeah, that could be awkward," he said, "Okay, let's do it. Have your grandmother call my mom, so she knows it's all right with her."
On Wednesday, we decided to hit the reference section of the public library. On Grady's suggestion, we discreetly meet up into the men's restroom by heading in one at a time. He realized that we had never performed mutual masturbation together, and wanted to give it a try. I hadn't busted a nut since face fucking Grady and was more than willing to take the chance of getting caught. We jacked off each other into the urinal, then lapped up the excess cum off each of our dicks before swapping and mingling it in a long, deep kiss. We were both still bulging in our jeans when we made our way back to the seclusion of the reference section.
Afterward, I had some difficulty concentrating on our project. I hadn't sought him out in the last few days because I realized I had a budding affection for him, which was a violation of our agreement. No strings, I kept telling myself. But it was no use. I was on the precipice of falling deeply in love with Grady. It was the main motivating me to have intercourse with him. Even if it all falls apart in the end, I wanted it to be Grady who took my virginity from me.
On Thursday, I decided to have lunch off campus and stopped by the local drugstore while I was out. I have to admit that buying condoms and lubricant was an embarrassing endeavor, but better to be embarrassed a little while now than regret it later. I didn't want to go through all the trouble of setting up this weekend only to have Grady insist on using condoms, and not have one. I stashed them in the glove compartment and went back to school.
By Friday I was ready to have a nervous breakdown. Grady noticed I was acting odd and asked me what was wrong. I brushed it off. After school, he threatened to go home and flunk American History if I didn't tell him what was up.
"I'm nervous is all." I told him, hoping my non-answer would be answer enough.
"About what, our messing around in your grandmother's house?"
"No- yes," I stuttered, then decided to come clean. We probably needed to talk about the condom situation before we got to my house anyway. "Open the glove compartment."
Grady opened the glove compartment and pulled out the white paper bag. He opened it, looked inside, then pulled out the bottle of lube and box of condoms. He stared at them a moment then stuffed them bag into the bag, and replaced the bag where he found it. He stared out of the window in silence. I could tell something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Grady?" I asked, "I thought you'd be delighted."
"Why would I be delighted? It's none of my business that you're finally going to get to fuck Tyler."
"Tyler?" I was dumbfounded. "I'm not spending the weekend with Tyler. I'm spending the weekend with you." It took a little while for what I said to sink in.
"So You're not going to fuck Tyler?" He asked. I could tell he was choosing his words like he was walking through snake infested high grass.
