Page 7 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER FIVE

Autumn

Cara and I sat at the last red light before the farm. The glow of the bonfire off in the distance had already lit the sky with red, orange, and yellow.

“Why do you have on your look-at-my-boobs bra?” Cara gave me a one-eyed glare as she twirled a finger in the general direction of my chest.

“I do not,” I lied, trying for innocent but failing. Instead, I turned toward the window to hide my smile.

“Who is it?” she shouted. “Girl, you never dress for success so spill!”

The chill of my Jerry induced masturbation session had me slumped in the seat and still wearing a shit-eating grin, so it was pretty pointless to try and deny it.

I blurted out the details of my whole afternoon as she drove. Her mouth fell open wider and wider as the story unfolded.

“Holy hell,” she whispered. “Jerry, our little Jerry? Sweetie pie Jerry? This whole time?”

“Well, I did ask him to junior prom all those years ago,” I said, smiling wider than I expected, the movement light and tingly on my lips. It matched how my heart seemed to be floating around in my chest. “I don’t know, he’s just always so damn adorable. I mean have you seen those dimples when he smiles? And he’s been coming over to play football with Kenny every week since Dad can’t anymore. Cuts the grass so my dad doesn’t have to risk getting out there and falling or getting too hot.”

She raised her eyebrows but stayed quiet as she drove.

“Plus,” I added. “He has the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen through wet shorts.”

“YOU SAW HIS COCK?” She screamed and the tires roared in the gravel on the side of the road before she corrected.

“No,” I said and waved a dismissive hand at her sputtering. “Well, I’m mean, I saw the outline of his cock. His shorts were wet. He was hard.” I grinned wider. “How could I not look?”

“Of course,” Cara said with a snort.

“I know right? I mean, it was just right there.”

“When there’s a lovely hard cock,” she said, failing to hold in most of her laugh.

“It seems like bad manners not to admire it.”

The smart ass.

I poked her shoulder. “That’s not what I meant.” I fiddled with my shoulder strap. “Today was different somehow,” I said, my voice mirroring the dream-like quality that still lingered from the afternoon. “It was like we were so close, closer than we’d ever dared, yet we were still so far.” I turned to face her. “I mean, literally, I was in my room he was outside sitting on the grass.”

She waved a hand for me to get on with the story.

“I was utterly turned on. The way the sweat dripped off him. Those ripples that run through his muscles when he moves. And he had no idea. Then I saw his boner, and somehow, it seemed like he actually did know what he’d done to me.”

Cara gave me quick crazy eyes before turning back to the road as she stopped behind the line of cars.

My face grew hot. “Or I like to think he knew how he’d affected me.” I pressed a hand to my forehead. “I don’t know, maybe this was a bad idea. Let’s go back to my house. At least there I can eat my feelings in private.”

“Oh, girl,” Cara whispered and patted my arm. “You’ve got it bad.” Then she poked me in the shoulder. “And there’s not a chance in hell we’re going back to your house after that revelation. It’s time for you to find out once and for all if he has feelings for you too. ”

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