AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older.
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I took a last look around the house. It looked okay; neat but lived-in. I glanced at the clock and thought that Andy should be here soon. I was surprised how nervous I felt.
My mom and sister had gone away for the weekend, leaving me alone to mind the house. I was going to have a small get-together with some friends--order some pizza and watch a few movies and listen to some music; drink some beer and smoke some weed--but then in the last few days one after another other things came up and they had to pull out. All except Andy.
"We're still going to get together, right Chris?" he asked me. "I mean, unless you got something else to do? But if you're going to sit at home alone, we might as well hang out, right?" I agreed.
But I was a little nervous, mostly because I didn't know Andy that well. One of my closer friends had brought him along a few weeks ago, and he'd started hanging out with us now and again. I think he was new to the city, having just transferred universities. He seemed a bit different and more adventurous than my regular friends, which both interested and unsettled me. One time we were at Mike's house, in the basement with his parents upstairs, and Andy had pulled out a porn tape from somewhere and popped it in the VCR. It only played for a minute or two before Mike noticed, freaked out, and almost kicked Andy out of the house. I hoped Andy wouldn't rope me into anything too wild on this night.
To tell you a little bit about myself, name of Chris, I am in my early twenties, about six feet tall with a broad-shouldered body that is fit if not muscled. I have brown hair that's a little shaggy and always looks in need of a haircut. On that evening I was wearing black jeans and a t-shirt with the logo of a rock'n'roll radio station. There's a lot of other details to my biography, but I don't think they're relevant to this story, on this particular evening.
And just like I expected, the doorbell did soon ring. The setting sun beamed in through the windows, and soon I'd need to turn on some lights. I opened the door to find Andy waiting, surprisingly burdened-down with a knapsack on his back, and a big box of pizza in his hands.
"Hey dude! What's up?" He said with a smile. "I was thinking, why wait to phone in the order and wait for the delivery guy, and blah-blah-blah? So, I just set up a pick-up from the place around the corner at the right time, and just dropped by there on my way here. I hope it's cool?"
"Oh yeah, yeah!" I said. "C'mon in. Yeah, that's cool, we can eat right away then, good thinking." That really was a lot like Andy, from what I'd gotten to know of him. Always planning one step ahead, always looking for something a little less mundane. In the short time I'd known him his ideas had made for some evenings that otherwise wouldn't have been nearly as fun. It was one of the reasons I thought it would be alright to spend an evening hanging out with him, even when, after the party was cancelled, I really just wanted to spend a quiet evening alone.
A bit about Andy: He was around my age, a little shorter and with a much more slim and lithe body type. He had straight blonde hair that fell down to his shoulders, and wide excitable eyes. I think it's fair to say he was the adventurous ball of energy to my more reserved, thoughtful character. He wore slacks and a multi-coloured short-sleeve shirt that looked like it was from a thrift store.
I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, some plates and napkins, and we made our way down to the basement rec room. We both sat down on the big couch that was opposite the TV, put all our things on the coffee table in front of us, and chowed down on pizza. The first thing we had planned was catching a movie on TV, and by the time our feeding frenzy died down the movie was about to start.
It turned out to be a pretty good movie, a mostly forgotten sci-fi flick from the seventies on one of the cable channels. We mostly stayed quiet and watched, except for commercial breaks when we'd pass a stray comment to each other, or take a bathroom break, or go grab another couple of beers.
Feeling a little light-headed from the beer, I had to admit that my mind kept going back to the way Sigourney Weaver looked, especially in one scene where she strutted around in clothes that hugged and highlighted all her major-league curves. It's the image that was in my mind as the credits rolled.
"Pretty good movie, huh?" Andy asked, getting out of his slouching position and stretching.
"Uh, oh yeah," I said "That zero-gravity scene? That looked so cool."
"What about her eyes, man? Especially when she's shouting at those other officers? Fuck, if she didn't want to eat 'em up instead of yell at them. Fuck if she didn't give me a major chubby with those eyes."
I laughed out loud, because he didn't even have to say what part he was talking about, because my thoughts were exactly the same. I laughed a little too loud, felt self-conscious and covered up my mouth and looked away. "Um, yeah," I said. "Definitely."
I guess Andy saw I was feeling a little weird talking about this, because he changed the subject right away. I'm really not so sure why I get so shy and quiet and nervous when the conversation turns to sex--I certainly think about it a ton--but it was nice of Andy not to tease, as sometimes happens.
"Since you've been so nice as to share your beers," he said, "this seems for a good time to smoke a joint. That cool?" he asked, and reached into his knapsack.
"Cool," I said, and grabbed one of the left-over slices of pizza to munch on while he rolled up a joint.
He pulled out a pretty big bag of weed, and I didn't say anything until he poured it all out onto a part of the coffee table he'd cleared. "Geez, we're not going to smoke all that, are we?"
He looked at me and grinned, "Why not? Don't worry, it's my treat."
"Well..." I hesitated, and thought it over while taking another bite of pizza, "let's split it up then, some now, some later?"
"Pace yourself!" Andy called out, jokingly. "That's what I call a plan! That's why I like you, man, you're not afraid to have a good time."
"Me?" I asked, with a tone of doubt. "I'm not exactly Mr. Excitement. I mean, we haven't known each other that long, but you must have figured that out, at least."
"Naw, naw, naw," he protested. "You like to have fun on your own terms. You know what you like and what you don't like, and you're not afraid to go your own way to satisfy yourself. Like, I know you could sometimes go to a club, or a bar, but instead you stay home and read, or make time to take a walk in the woods, right?"
"Uh, yeah..."
