Page 38 of The Frathole
“Mart, what the hell is that?”
“Oh fuck,” he says, sitting up quickly. “Nothing.”
“That’s a lot of inches of nothing.”
“Shut it!” he says, pushing to his feet and turning away from me. “I don’t know why it did that.”
I have a few ideas, but also more questions. “Where do you keep that concealed weapon? I’ve seen you in a fucking G-string.”
“I’m a grower, not a shower.”
“Apparently.” I’m awestruck by the bulge.
“And TaskFrat challenges don’t exactly get me wound up like that,” he adds. “Jesus, I knew this was a crap idea.”
I’m making him self-conscious, so I try to set him at ease. “Sorry, Mart. It just surprised me, but I’m hard too.”
“What?” He sounds offended.
He spins back around, and I can’t take my eyes off the bulge in his pants.
“Why areyouhard?” he asks, studying mine.
“Probably for the same reason you are.”
He shakes his head. I imagine he’s struggling to make sense of this too. I’m racking my brain, trying to think if I’ve ever experienced anything similar to this with a guy before. There were times when the kissing was fun, but nothing like this.
“Well?” he spits out, looking at me as though expecting me tosay something.
“Um…I’m trying to figure it out too.”
“What?” he says. “No, the notes. The whole reason we are in this mess.”
“Notes? Oh yeah, notes.” His size made me totally forget about what we were even doing in here. I’m not thinking straight right now…no surprise there, I guess. So I certainly can’t come up with a critique. All I know is I’ve shared enough kisses to know a good kiss when I feel one, and that was an incredible kiss.
Which only adds to the questions this whole kissing thing has brought up.
“I’m sorry,” I say, “how many girls told you that you couldn’t kiss?”
“It was only one girlfriend, but obviously when she said that, it stuck with me.”
I’m relieved to hear it because otherwise whatever the hell just happened might’ve just been completely in my head. But I’m not done interrogating him. “What exactly didn’t she like?”
“That I like to kiss with my mouth open like that, and with tongue. She preferred closed-mouth kisses.”
“Ah!” It dawns on me. “I think what you’re looking at is people who have different preferred kissing styles because I can assure you, having kissed a lot of people, that was fine. More than fine. It wasexceptional.”
He studies my expression. “Why did you say it like that?”
“Because I’m being honest. What was it like foryou?”
He blushes, tucking his head low as he indicates his raging hard-on. I mean, that better be raging because what else is he gonna do with that thing if it gets any bigger?
“Okay,” Marty says. “I told you this was a weird idea, and it was, so can we stop now?”
“Wait. No, no. I think there’s definitely more to talk abouthere. That felt good to you, right?”
“Yeah, but you told me you’re a good kisser, so it’s not a huge surprise.”
