Markwildyr.com, Post #258
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Well, Cliff’s seen Li’l Honey Bunny
again, and the sight knocked his socks off. What do you suppose is going to
happen next? Let’s find out.
* * * *
LI’L
HONEY BUNNY
The day went more slowly than
usual, but eventually it passed. After my shift, I rushed home, showered—for
the second time that day—shaved—ditto—and spent too much time deciding what to
wear, eventually settling on a pair of walking shorts I’d been told fit me
nicely in the rear, and a sleeveless polo shirt. As I gave myself a final check
in the mirror, I felt kinda foolish. I hadn’t made such elaborate preparations
for my last date with a girl. Nonetheless, I felt good as I left for the
bowling alley.
Bunny was already at the alley
and looked super in shorts and a muscle shirt that fit like original skin. My
enthusiasm waned when he had two girls in tow. I knew them both, but one,
Eileen Whipper, I’d dated in high school. Disappointed though I was, I had to
admit she looked better than the high school Eileen.
“Cliffy!” she exclaimed,
opening her arms to me. Nothing to do but move into them.
“Eileen, it’s been too long.”
She held me at arm’s length
and put a scowl on her face. “You promised to write.”
“That I did, but even my folks
didn’t get a letter. Thought I’d breeze through my classes like in Eldorado,
but college is a little tougher. Takes more time.”
She cocked an eye. “That’s your
excuse?”
“Well, that and sloth.”
“Now I’m starting to believe
you.”
The other girl was closer to
Bunny’s age, and I knew her only slightly. He reintroduced me to Lila.
Naturally, it was a case of us
against them, me and Eileen against Bunny and Lila. That was okay. Either way,
I got to watch his athletic form do the windup, take the steps, and let go of
the ball, skewing sideways at the end with his hips cocked. Smooth as chocolate
fudge flowing over cherry ice cream. And about as delicious. Strangely, my
licentious thoughts about him made my own butt tingle every time I bowled.
Halfway through the set, I had
a thought that almost made me toss a gutter ball. I’d fooled around with a few
guys before, but it had always been a casual thing… you know, guys helping one
another after striking out on a double date. But here I was actively lusting
after another guy. That was new territory. But there it was. Apparently,
nothing to worry about because we were stuck with two gals for the night, and
from the way Lila clung to her guy, he probably wasn’t going home needy
tonight. Well, crap!
The set was a close one, but Bunny
and his partner aced us out… probably because I bowled right after Bunny did,
and the image of his manly body performing that sexy toss threw me off my game.
I was surprised he didn’t start in on that “make me eat my words” thing right
away, but he didn’t.
We ate in the alley’s
restaurant afterward, and I put on a good face even though the night wasn’t
gonna turn out the way I wanted, you know, with some one-on-one bonding time
with Bunny.
At the end of the meal, the
girls excused themselves to go to the powder room, so I took the opportunity to
drain the pipe. As I was finishing, Bunny entered and stepped to the urinal
beside me.
I’d never experienced “shy
kidneys” before, but I got an attack of them right then. My stream promptly dried
up, yet I didn’t want to leave. Even though there was a modesty panel between
us, standing side by side holding our private parts in our hands seemed erotic
on its own.
“Cliff?”
“Yeah,” I managed to answer
and sound natural.
“I’m not into it tonight. What
say we ditch the girls and get a six-pack.”
Dunno why, but somehow I had
to make a joke out of it. “Gotcha. You’re not old enough, so you gotta rely on
me to buy the booze.”
“Something like that. You
game?”
“Sure.”
The girls had arrived in their
own car, so we didn’t have to take them home. I was gratified to notice that
Eileen seemed as disappointed as Lila. Maybe that boded well for later.
At any rate, after they pulled
out of the parking lot, I turned to Bunny to find him watching me.
“You sure you’re okay with
going stag?” he asked. “Eileen seemed interested.”
“Went with her for a while in
high school. I’m sure we’ll see one another again. Lila looked disappointed
too.”
He shrugged. “Getting too
intense. I’ll be leaving for college in a couple of months and need to put some
distance between us.” He held up a hand. “I’m not dumping her, you understand.
Just trying to prepare us both for what’s coming.”
“Whatever you do, don’t
promise to write her… unless you intend to do it. Things get busy on a college
campus.”
“Gotcha.”
We agreed on a private place
to demolish a six pack, and I drove to the liquor store to pick up the booze
while he drove on to stake out a spot. I grabbed the first two six packs out of
the cooler I saw, threw money on the counter and broke the speed limit to a
stand of woods just outside of town, holding my breath and praying he’d be
there.
Sure enough, when I pulled
into the grove, there was his Chevy Impala. Grabbing a deep breath and the two
six packs, I scrambled out of my car and slid into the passenger seat of his.
“Ah, salvation!” he breathed,
tearing one of the cans out of the container and popping the lid. He took a hefty
draft, smacked his lips, and muttered, “Nirvana.”
With something else in mind, I
blurted, “Not quite but almost.”
“Huh?”
To cover my blunder, I
explained that by the end of his first semester, he’d have had so much beer
that the bloom was off the lily. Still an enjoyable relief from pressure, but
surely not Nirvana.
He seemed to accept my
explanation, settling himself more comfortably and spreading his legs.
Unconscious or on purpose?
“So tell me about it. Let me
know what to expect?”
“It?” I asked. Surely not the it
I had in mind.
“You know. College.”
So I blathered on for half an
hour while our supply of beer steadily dwindled. I went easy, leaving more for
him. Devious son of a bitch, wasn’t I?
At length, he surprised me. “What
about sex?”
My mouth dried up, my stomach
clinched, but I managed to sound halfway normal. “I’m game if you are.”
He laughed and slapped the
steering wheel. “No, you goofball. What about sex on campus. Give me some
pointers.
My stomach dropped down into
my bowels… followed shortly thereafter by my expectations.
As we all know,
things don’t always turn out the way we plan. Wonder how Cliff’s going to
handle the rest of the summer with Bunny still around? Well, there’s one more
installment, so I guess we’ll find out.
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