Page 4 of Rowdy and Willing

Williams and I loom close to one another, side by side. If we leaned in just a bit more, we’d be kissing one another in celebration of our new venture. Kissing one another because it’s what we both want to do.

Dad digs into his desk and pulls out a business card. “Here’s someone who can help you. Lou Griffin, an old high school friend of mine. Came from money, and keeps it by making investments in fledgling projects.”

“Mr. Griffin?” I say, shaking my head and sighing.

“Yeah. He’s still in Idaho. He’ll answer me if I call, and I could get a date for you to show your project.”

Lou Griffin was someone I saw a lot in childhood. He had that real sleazy businessman vibe about him, something I noticed even when I was nine. He always made me a tad uncomfortable, and I wondered why Dad called him a friend. He gave Dad the money he needed to start his auto supplies store, so I always suspected Dad’s loyalty was founded in that.

“You gotta be careful around him though.”

“What’s he do? Bite?” Williams says with a smile.

“Nah, he’s just super old-fashioned. One of those types who doesn’t drink or swear, and sees anyone who does as a lesser human being. So be on your best behavior. Both of you. I know how you talk when I’m not looking, Windy.”

“How does he fucking know that?” I whisper to Williams with a smile. Dad only grins. I try to watch my mouth in front of him, but he knows words are just words at the end of the day. Language is only foul if its intent is to hurt people.

“But he helped me. He can help you. I have faith in the two of you. You’re two of the smartest people I know and I know you can make some real magical things happen when you’re together.”

Together. The two of us. God. Even Dad probably thinks we’re destined to be together.

Ignoring that comment, we nod at one another, and I turn to my father. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll do my best to make you proud of me.”

“I know you will. Take anything from the store you need to make your prototype. It’s my investment in your future.”

There’s another lingering moment between Williams and me. The time apart has only increased my desire for him. It was supposed to make it easier. But it was too much, too intense.

I clear my throat and step away. “It’s late right now. I think we should wait til tomorrow.”

“Sure, if that’s what you want, Windy,” Williams replies without judgment.

I head toward the door, ready to go home and take a very long, cold shower to try to get my mind off Williams and how much I want him to kiss me. How much I want him to do everything to me.

3

WILLIAMS

Seeing Windy again is a dream come true.

And also a nightmare.

But mostly a dream.

The way she smiles, her laugh, the way she gets so excited when she’s talking shop. They’re all things that I couldn’t see when I was talking to her via text. In person is where everything comes together and I realize how wonderful she is.

I come home, and the adrenaline is still pumping. I should be excited about the business opportunity, how Windy made this come together so quickly. I’m not a wealth chaser or anything, but more money is always good and would help me care for the people I love.

The potential riches aren’t what’s dominating my mind, though.

It’s Windy. All Windy.

I head to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and strip down. I have a half chub just being near her, just thinking of her. I haven’t felt this way since I was teenager, crushing on her, not having the courage to tell her how I feel.

As opposed to the deliberate decision I’m making now. Same result, different motivation.

I climb into the shower, letting the warm water run down all over me. I needed this. A long day working on machines and the joy of meeting my friend again have left me a mess, but getting clean isn’t what I’m thinking about. My hand drifts down my body, toward my cock.

My imagination is filled with images of her. I’m thinking about her and me, about her using those skilled hands on me. About her showing me everything she has to offer. About her and me finally kissing and giving into our baser desires.

---