My friend with breasts (and all the rest) 2/2
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were three weeks that Andy had an orgasm.
God, a satisfying orgasm. It is not that in three weeks with a woman's body was literally left alone at their disposal to get your nails and comb his hair. However, there were three weeks that she was a woman, three weeks of peeing sitting down, three weeks of having to always run with a bloody T-shirt wearing, even under the spotlight of the stage, three weeks to live with jokes and relearn to do everything with his new body - three fucking weeks of glimmers of hope were extinguished one after the 'other evidence that the cruel
Joe is not interested in you - and all this had not had a - single - pulcioso - orgasm.
did not believe that girls could become
so stressed, but he would gladly have pulled the head to bite someone.
And Pete laughed.
thinking about it, Pete had spent those three weeks to laugh. Bastard.
"There's nothing funny about" kicked him in the leg even such plan, and Pete had the decency to frame its howl of laughter.
"Sorry," she said between giggles, sitting on the mattress of the bunk opposite to that at the time Andy was working with all his bad temper, a pillow between your arms and air-tight dark. "What we do now, we exchange confidences about kids? I can tell you my first time. "
rolled his eyes. "We all know your first time, Pete 'he growled. "I could recognize that poor girl looking under the skirt as you spoke. "
" Tell me in what I can relieve your pains then, milady. "
Andy stared for a bit 'look bad with the roof of the bunk. What's needed? Joe would stop being so entirely straight. Being able to walk the streets without the anxiety of feeling uncomfortable truth behind the cry.
But most needed to relieve a bit 'that stracazzo voltage or would beat someone.
"You configured address to a sex shop. Or a strip club "thought better" And I'll do the rest. "
He expected some comment, another laugh, one of the usual amenities of Pete, waited in vain. After a short but felt the mattress on which he was lying lower, and Pete's face appeared on his face, thin with a wrinkle between his eyebrows. He frowned as well. "What are you ...? "
"You're my best friend," said Pete, seriously, following the logic of its own staff. "Are you the tape that holds up this ramshackle hut, and you need a fuck. He licked his lips and looked at him, without another word.
did not need. Andy sat up with his back against the wall of the bunk, facing Pete poised on the edge of the bed ready to shoot in any direction were needed. And he thought.
His was a desperate situation. In love with a straight man that not even a woman could win, closed for weeks in a body that was beginning to keep up with ever more closely, with no possibility, no way to escape from one or other problem.
And then there was
this problem, and there was an escape. "Okay," she said, slowly, but it was enough.
Pete slid toward the center of the bed, put her hand on her hip and pulled him back down, to lie beneath him, stroked his neck and then kissed him on the mouth without preamble, biting his lip, direct defiant and arrogant As always when he was nervous. Andy
not hindered, only shook his arms around her shoulders, gave him space when he climbed on the tiny mattress, and found himself against his arch his back when a cold hand sneaked under his t-shirt. "You are without a bra? "Snorted Pete, halfway between a laugh and catch his breath. Her hair was all air and swollen lips stretched over a teasing smile. "Why are the symbol of women's imprisonment imposed by the male society fallocratica? "" Basically because it is inconvenient. " Pete laughed and pulled his hands away, leaving Andy to decide if that was a good or bad. Then he put his knee between her legs, looked him straight in the eye and said, 'Let me do it. " began to flow to the bottom of the bed. Andy closed his eyes and let him do. *** "Gentlemen, I have good news," announced Patrick off the phone. It seemed quite allegro, which could only be a good standard given the level of depletion. "My Chemical have a concert near here and Bob is coming to visit us. "
" It would be something as exceptional as ...? "
" As, Hurley, Bob informed me that knows how to take care of yourself. "
was as if he had announced that the president wanted to go and have tea with them in less than two seconds he found himself in front of the other three in various stages of excitement and euphoria that urges him - metaphorically and physically - to know what
cazzominchia 're talking about. "Why did you say Bob? "Joe snapped, and when they intercepted the look of murderess Andy hastened to correct "I mean, it's wonderful, but it was not, like, a private matter of the band? "
" Trohman, I do not know when my private matters are matters of the band-" Pete took an elbow in the stomach of Andy to keep her quiet, making him hiss in pain, while they stood in front of Patrick and took the and waving his hands up and down she said, "Pattycake! "What in his vocabulary was one of the greatest compliments you could do to a human being.
Patrick took his hands from the wall with Pete colored cheeks and pointed to Joe, "You, stop with the idiotic questions. I'd rather just found out from getting on the bus? And you, "he said, pointing the finger at Andy 'Without a herbal tea and calm down. Indeed, all three fatevela. "The three apostrophes
exchanged a look before asking in unison a disturbing"
then?
"
" What? "
'CARE! 'Here with a harmonious crescendo of intensity and tone.
"Oh," said Patrick. I do not know, she tells me when we meet. "
There was a moment of silence, then Andy opened his mouth and was so set in Patrick, his eyes wide open. Joe let out a hysterical laugh. "Patrick ..." Pete tried. "Why
You just have not done to explain? "
"Because otherwise Bob would have no reason to go here," Patrick said as if it were obvious. The logic of Bob Bryar was a thing apart.
It was not a good thing that Patrick found her normal.
Andy shook with one hand in disbelief, and threw it on the couch that had previously claimed as his own den, clutching a pillow to his chest as he looked bad singer. Patrick rolled his eyes. "Oh for God's sake, is already in the car, will arrive in an hour. "
*
Pete was released after about ten minutes walk to the empty living room of the bus, going to call Mikey and kill time that way, he could have sought an explanation from him, in fact, but Joe imagined that after the first thirty seconds had started talking about things totally irrelevant and there was hope that one of them remembers her problem. Them. The problem of Andy.
In the bus there was an air of tense expectation that is in front of a delivery room, but uncomfortable as the silence that it might be a funeral. Patrick was released shortly after Pete with the excuse to go outside to wait for Bob to escape from the atmosphere heavy.
Andy had curled around his pillow, stuck in the back of the couch and her knees tight against his arms. It was small .... He had always been small, but with this new delicacy of her features marred by pose stiff chin and forehead frown seemed really small
. In need of a hug.
Joe felt his head slightly and completely terrified at the mere thought.
had followed the advice of Patrick, was sitting in a quiet place where no one would have found or disturbed and had started to think.
What he had learned gave him the same feeling of vertigo in the balance between fear and the expectation: Andrea liked. It would tear my hair one by one rather than rely on anyone, but it was only in his head until he could admit he liked it. So, too.
It made him feel bad knowing that it was all the fault of the transformation. It was not just
against Andy, who had a male friend's problem and everything he was doing was complicated. The information
Bob would have really helped, however, and would be back to normal, which Joe filled with relief.
Or maybe Andy would be back to normal and he would have discovered that none of this was the fault of the transformation, but his own, which was not Andrew but Andrew
. What frightened him beyond belief. 'You-' was found to croak. Andy pointed at him his eyes away, and Joe cleared his throat. "You, uh, are you happy ...? "
Andy did not answer immediately.
to regain a penis? Oh Lord God, yes
.
To be able to find the solution to the spontaneous change of sex, when it was not even able to figure out how to be more in the eyes of Joe? The made you want to start running until he had more air into the lungs or punching something hard. But it did nothing of this, and it was the pillow in his hands that he was under the influence. Joe looked
look at it, and almost had to laugh. Pathetic, she was pathetic. All that attention, all that concern and sympathy in the eyes of Joe, and he just wanted to read us the desire and happiness. Instead Joe was anxious - because it can be dangerous, Andrew, because you are not yet resolved nothing really - e. He knew he had to settle. He also knew that there would probably not ever done at all. And fuck those damn eyes became less glossy when it was appropriate, he said, squeezing hard. "Maybe," he said finally.
*
Bob felt great expectations on me, and worse, the eyes of anyone on the tour bus as he climbed the FOB, which was very unpleasant. I pointed out to Patrick and what he grunted something like "I do not speak. " The scene that presented itself at the opening of the door would have less strong spirits on the run. Hurley, with her beautiful soft hair and its new tapered legs, he was crouched on the couch to act as a human ball of negativity, while Trohman, on the other end, in turn, issued a cloak of nervousness in size, no less. And in the midst of all this fiddling Wentz his sidekick as if nothing had happened. These guys are not at all well, he thought.
'Bob! "Pete exclaimed when she saw him. He sprang to his feet by throwing the phone on the couch and ran, jumped into his arms, then when Bob was able to scrollarselo off (with less irritation to what would make it appear) punched him on the shoulder with a smile from ear to ear a useless attempt to greet a man.
Joe waved a hand vaguely, and all he did was to get Andy straight and angle out a bit 'from its twisted pose.
'Well,' said Bob, "I see fit. Gerard after a week was already showing signs of mental instability. More than usual. "The news
launched without any notice was able to loosen the tension abruptly.
"
Gerard
? "Said Joe Pete vented while laughing, and then follow suit. Andy had an expression halfway between the sympathetic and the 'now I'm part of a blood clot if you do not laugh'.
Bob nodded. "What sends you his greetings, and you may want to try cleaning the underwear strawberry. "
The thing was a bit 'creepy. "We can hear the story without the gory details, yes? "Patrick asked with a grin, leaning on the table next to Bob. 'Well, nothing that you've already seen. Gerard has become a woman, remained there for ten days and then Frank did return to normal. "
The room gasped. "Frank? In the sense that Frank has phenomenal cosmic powers and broke the spell? "
" I mean that after ten days on the bus dragged Gerard vacuum and after several hours I prefer not to remember both of them came out very satisfied and very male. "Patrick
choked with his own saliva. "You mean that the treatment is having sex? "
" Ma-no, "interrupted Pete" At this should already be past then. "And then happened a little 'things. Patrick made a face that everyone would find a lot of fun if they were not distracted by Joe. Joe, who had jumped up and took Pete to the tee and was talking with a horrible voice. "What did you do? " Pete's hands abruptly drove away, facing. "Molly. "
"
What did you do? "" What you did not have the balls to do. "And Joe
pulled a punch.
There was one person who was not terrified. Pete staggered back and wiped his lips with the back of the hand, leaving a trail of red on his chin. And while Joe looked mortified, white face, with lips moving but could not be an excuse.
Then he heard someone behind him said, 'Dickhead', turned, and Andy hit him in the face. Then he went away, leaving him there to keep his nose in his hands, while everyone watched his back disappear through the door that was closing. "It's so much Bridget Jones," said Bob.
***
Pete found Joe sitting on the steps of a Starbucks' next to their car, looked younger and scattered five years, and was holding a cup of coffee. The restaurant had already closed for a while '.
He sat at his side, pulling the hood over her head to shield dall'arietta, and gave him a nudge with his knee. Joe silently handed him the glass.
Pete took a sip, without commenting on what it was that cold coffee, watching others pull out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, get one, and with his hands rigirarsela pensive.
"How's the ...? "Pete pointed at his face with a cigarette. Pete had a smile that stretched her lips and made him burn the cut, but shook his head. In practice, it was bitten by mistake - Joe was not so good at stepping on people. "You? "Andy
, however, knew how to throw a punch. He absently touched his nose - that Charlie had to force him to stop - and the cheekbone, where she felt it was forming a colorful stripe. Become a girl had not done anything to the force when he was pissed. "It gets worse," he said.
And he meant - the pain of the face was the least at that time. Pete was right. It was not only right that they were three weeks that Andy was a woman, had died three weeks that Joe's back and tried not to make that clear to anyone, even himself, he was right because he had not had the balls to say the truth for more than three weeks. When he discovered that
Pete and Andy had done the sex scene had appeared before his eyes, vivid and clear, and there he saw more. But he had lost control because he thought Andy, man, male,
Andrew
to bed with someone who was not him.
It was automatic, instinctive, irrational, and also as honest with himself that it was a bit 'of time now.
"What are you doing? "Asked Pete, and he talked even more bruising.
Joe shrugged his shoulders with little conviction. I do not know. You ... you know, you know Andy, "he said. "I mean, I made peace with the first
after we beat you! "" Why You're cheesy, "said Pete lovingly. He held out his hand, palm open toward Joe. "Andy is on his bus. "Joe looked
Pete, with his hand open and the fluorescent purple cap that fell over his eyes and expression serious. Quest'idiota would die without a lot of time.
slaps on the hand and a cigarette uncut did turn around toward the parking lot.
* When the bus arrived in sight Patrick was out the door, with the earbuds in your ears, biting her lip and looked around blankly.
"Hey-" he tried, but just saw Patrick tore the headphones and stopped him. "Joe, Joe is still there and do not move. "
" What is it? He asked, immediately concerned.
Patrick opened his mouth to explain, but thought better of it. The closed, pursed his lips in a gesture undecided, then said: "Andy has the cycle. "
There were many things that Joe was thinking at that time. From a big sound and ODDI to thoughts of a more worldly, a certain amount of empathy male by default, and an unfortunate desire to laugh hysterically. Trying to decide what was the most important thing to externalize said before fished from the confusion: "So the punch was the fault of the hormones? "
Patrick glanced at him compassionately. "Do you Andy this in a bad mood? " Be ', in fact so much was not the fault of the hormones. He was about to give voice to another thought - not even he knew that, but y'know, Capitel - when he was interrupted again
the door of the bus opened, and got out Renee.
"Andy is in your room, Trick," he said, smiled all'okay Patrick, and then proceeded immediately to Joe look bad with an intensity that would have melted iron.
Joe felt like a balloon pierced by a pin.
"My advice is, my dear," Renee said with deadly calm, "Turn your heels, you go to buy a peace offering high-calorie, and then come crawling. "Joe nodded
strong.
* This, at least, explained the irritability and the fetal position, Joe thought as he climbed slowly on the bus is almost empty. Patrick had accompanied him in search of the offer of peace and had explained that Renee had told him that fled from the scene that Bob had promised to take to the grave (but everyone knew he would tell in detail when cornered by its comar-er, band mates), it was closed to the bathroom and was sick for almost cramping. Then, to wit that he was, had found the cause of the problem and spent the rest of the afternoon to be miserable on the bed of the man, who was larger and more comfortable than his.
intends that Patrick did not accompany him on his streak, as he stated with vigor before abandoning it to its fate. "It's one thing you need to resolve," he said, and Joe had to reluctantly agree.
The only light came from the back of the bus, from a window of the room of Patrick, while a stereo came from the notes of sweet music metal very angry. Belle premises.
cautiously knocked on the door of the room. He received no reply, but the music went down in volume from-the-dead raised to acceptable, so it took a good sign and went inside.
Andy was crumpled in the middle of the mattress with a water bottle Hot-shaped yellow duck, and had actually looked miserable on the bedside table there was the remote control of the stereo, and a box of medicine with a glass of water. One tablet was supported by us, forgotten. Stupid fundamentalist
straight-edge. "Why did not you take the pain? "Asked softly, closing the door behind him. Andy looked at him from under a curtain of hair sticky with expression unreadable. "I'm sick
, is something that passes. But the pale and the shadows under his eyes seemed to have really needed it.
Joe stared at him for a while '. "Can I? He asked finally, as Andy said nothing. The other nodded slowly, and Joe sat on a corner of the bed, facing him. "I've brought some ... business" picked up the envelope of a supermarket for demonstration purposes. "I did not understand what they are, but it says are vegan. And there's chocolate. Without waiting for the envelope put the foot of the bed and had the impression that he would not get answers. "If I ask you a question I promise you will not get kicked? "" You know that under the law of some states premenstrual syndrome is a mitigating factor for the murders? "Andy asked suddenly, staring at the ceiling.
"... right? "
" evil "he muttered gloomily. "It means that if a woman has a cycle as if it were not capable of discernment, but they are hormones that make you kill someone. "It was a speech
concern, but Joe knew what he was going. "I know. "
" Then go, "it urged. He had promised not to hit him, he saw Joe.
He took a deep breath and picked up all the courage he had gleaned by turning to the shelves of candy with Patrick. "You had sex with Pete? "Andy
rolled on his back and put his arm over his eyes. It seemed a sort of Our Lady of Sorrows colorful, thought Joe without any sense. "No." then sighed, "We have not had sex. "
" But you did something. "
" We have done something. That is, Pete did something. "
" But you have not had sex. "
" ... I am a virgin. "Of course
was a consistent, but Joe was struggling to understand why. Struggled to understand their meaning, to be honest. "
Eh?
"
" This body "Andy began wearily. He looked tired - he was tired - a lot of things. "It's ... again. There is still the cellophane. And this I believe is the worst metaphor I've ever heard of hymen, but still. "" Qui-so do not ... " Andy laughed, a tired laugh. "Do you seriously that I wanted to lose her virginity to Pete? "This was a
aspect of the situation had not considered. "I ... I'm glad," he murmured, almost hoping not to be heard.
Andy obviously felt. He picked up a little 'arm, looking at him with that inscrutable but always to be careful, Joe could decipher. There were a disappointment - of self and others - sadly, a lot of repressed feelings, and now a glimmer of hope.
"... When Pete - it was very predictable, I admit it - when he said that he was with you, I felt bad. Quite a few '. "Andy snorted sarcastically, Joe ignored him," Then I realized that it was not because I wanted to get there before me, or anything, but I was fired because you were
. He was Pete, and not me. "
could not say what he expected, but certainly not that Andy is pulling down, looked him in the eye, and then throw all the blankets in the air.
"Diocristo, hurts like fuckin 'snapped. He shifted his position and threw it lying down, on the contrary, his face to the wall and his head resting in the lap of Joe. "It's something," piped.
Joe did the first thing that upset her synapses were able to suggest and began to comb the hair of Andy with his fingers. Were more soft but always twisted, pulled back in a queue made at random. The fugitives settled the strands behind her ears and asked, "Better? "
'For cock" muttered Andy. "But do not dare stop or I'll cut off his hand. "
Joe was just happy to obey.
"So you've had an epiphany," continued the drummer after a while '. Joe was not looking, but the other could see that her eyes were more alive, more colorful and cheeks, and he felt his back, although curled, it was all stiff and tense. He ran his hands behind his back by his hair and gained a slight shiver.
"Yes," he admitted. "It was experience. "
" Interesting? "
" traumatic. "
" And what do you think of it? " Joe knew that tone, that vulnerability was not intentional, as he knew that Andy had noticed and was hated for that. was the question that tormented him for a while '. And now?
And now it was abandoned with the head of Andy on his legs, looking for comfort and a grip of salvation, and was breathing too regular to be natural and a lock of hair curled on his temple and a girl's profile also terrible, and realized that it was difficult to answer, but it was difficult to reach.
So put two fingers under the chin of Andy, and put the light on his lips.
"This is ..." Andy said with a whisper, licking his lips. "This is really an interesting aspect. "And
Joe smiled.
***
Joe there was a little 'bad to discover that the whole world knew the story of Andy and he was not. It was like fifteen years back and laugh at all feel some mystical concert for a long time ago that he did not even know the existence - frustrating.
find yourselves in a bar with all his friends who spoke of his most important discovery of the last ten years as the obviousness of the obvious it was something he was not lack for anything.
Even so, okay, gave for granted that all the feelings of Andy was one thing. But her before they understand him!
"You are all very large bastards," he muttered behind his beer, that Andy had looked bad when had they reach. Hah, as if now he could put his mouth in his choice of drink. (But he had not yet touched. Damn.)
There was a time when everyone said "not me" and "He" and ended up being accused of bastardy everyone - including Renee - but on which Patrick Pete had rectified by specifying "Only when I steal his hat." Joe did not know what he could have done to deserve such a definition, but women had the table agreed with the decisiveness and preferred not to investigate.
"And anyway," Pete said, "When you do sex? "
" I hope soon, "Andy said with fervor. 'Oh my God, "said Joe with horror. "Pete
cried the whole table with unanimity trained. And Renee secretly winked at Andy with a promise of detailed report or terrible revenge.
"Now we do a little 'rules of civil coexistence," said Patrick, taking a sip from his glass. "Pete, take note. "
Pete pulled out a pen from the pocket of the jacket and Matt handed him a napkin.
«First nothing obscene acts in public places. "
Andy made a sad sigh and said," trying "by Joe blush discreetly. "Second, no obscene acts in a private place crowded, that is to say when there are people in the bus. » Qui Joe poteva condividere il sospiro.
"Third, no obscene acts in our beds,"
"But if you've got there! "
" You never know, "Patrick said with a shrug, and Pete pulled up her head from the list on the towel to throw a smile a bit 'guilty.
"Fourth" continued Renee 'Condom, because I want to be your aunt of
children. "
Joe was seriously hating this conversation. The fact that they had a (bizarre) relationship has not restricted him to a pile of hormones in an uproar.
Sure, you think about it the other element of the pair was circling MR Bello Naked Hurley.
thwart the fifth item on the list that was made to burn as soon as possible by shaking a hand to Renee, who fell silent annoyance. "Okay, okay, now we can talk about something that is not my sex life. "
" Sure. What to expect in the future of your
sex life, Andy? »More
that conversation, Joe hated these people seriously.
The jokes would never be stopped, or would enough times to seem endless. He was a martyr, that was it.
He turned his attention from the speech and looked around in the small room where it was unlikely that they would be recognized (or, if you really, Pete would have known where to drag it into a fight), a place where in other times and circumstances both he and Andy would have tried some interesting girl. But the interest
Andy would not have been so sincere, he now knew, and in hindsight even her. At the moment however there was only a beer and talk over the music, and Joe was fine, was fine. He saw the bartender Andy
square while cleaning a glass, with more attention than it would to assess the client's need of another drink, and went by instinct an arm around the waist of the drummer, hoping to show off nonchalance.
Andy just turned to look at him in surprise, he actually was so shy in public, then followed the eye of Joe to the counter, said one plus one and stuck to his heel in the shin. "Do not be jealous fool," hissed. But imperceptibly approached him and not his arm away, then counted as a win for Joe.
the fifth, "said Patrick" Nothing couples fight on the bus. "
Joe realized that the jokes could not care less.
***
" Well, "began Andy sedendoglisi front. Joe did a verse in question without looking up from his cereal.
was not changed so much about their relationship. Yes, it was all a bit 'new, there was nervous every time, and quite a few' outpouring of more (and frustration, the frustration god) but some things remain unchanged. Like, if Joe had breakfast had breakfast, and anything else in the world could wait.
"Well," Andy said again, "Tonight is the night of the hotel. "Joe
choked - it seemed a must now - Pete and Patrick whistled hid a giggle behind his newspaper. Watching Andy smiling happily, Joe asked again when he had given permission that his life became so.
was to be his new morning ritual.
* Pete enjoyed a world in the hall, and probably one of the receptionist would not have ever picked up by some of his comments, but neither Andy nor I heard a Joe. Let's say you just laid the keys on the counter magnetic Andy grabbed the first card, then Joe's wrist, and was projected to the elevators.
Only once in their room with the door closed and the lights were warming themselves around them and leaving the darkened room, Andy made it possible to catch your breath and deal with Joe.
For a while, 'were there, impaled, to study and understand what to do. There was a tension as to curl hair. Then Andy shrugged his shoulders to put away the nervousness, Joe ran a hand through his hair and the spell was broken, the stillness was broken and could approach and touch. Joe took the initiative and kissed him.
beginning there was not much different from the kiss that you were given a few days before Patrick's bed, between sheets thrown to the wind and shopping bags. At first Joe had looked into my eyes with that determination that made him look like a nervous kid, had laid a hand on his cheek and had their lips touch.
Plan, uncertain, as if all the courage that had collected was evaporated to come forward when ...
go forward. Andy
For once she could go, but two became too much.
shook his shirt in his hands and came up trying to keep it attached to the bed and push at the same time, but had calculated the dynamics as if he had his old body, his old force, and ended only to pull it a bit ' and tripped over him. Joe still got the message - because Andy liked only the smart people - and ceased to be so much considerate.
And now there was a shadow of teeth in the kiss, and strong hands behind his back, the body of Joe
everywhere
and Andy began to feel really good and really scared.
"I'm not a girl," he snapped when they parted. "Not at all. "Joe smiled wrong with her lips red. "Really? He pushed Andy to himself and slammed her breasts against his chest. "
You know," continued Andy. "I'm not a girl. She looked at him with his eyes serious and focused, which reserved only to a difficult new piece, and yes, Joe knew it.
nodded once, and kissed him again to confirm. Advanced awkwardly to the bed, twisted, and made him sit there Andy - it was now necessary to calculate the force, was enough to suck his lip and give it a nudge and bam, done - and climbed astride her lap. He stuffs his fingers through his hair, bending his head as Joe moved to his neck in a trail of kisses. And when Joe bit him on the shoulder groaned loudly.
"Christ-excuse"
'Joe. Joe, you nod, nod the fuck to do if you do not you understand? Am-di Non "
" This is not to be! "He snapped. "If I make you ill ..." The words were lost in the mouth before the blush of Andy. "You like? "
His tone was more defensive than you would like. "Yes, okay? "Joe
refrained from laughing. "And this thing of pain is a side effect of changing or ...? "
" appointed this story again and I swear, I swear
"growled in a low voice," I go out and leave you here alone to get a saw. "
" As if that was not the behavior of a young girl in hormonal crisis, "said Joe, but he smiled and gave no time to respond to Andy, coming back to the point you have sensitive skin you were paying before and ran his tongue over. Andy The insult was reduced to a quivering sigh.
"You're an idiot could tell you after a while ', hoarse voice that resembled more than ever, while Joe was playing with the hem of his t-shirt as if he did not know what us. There was only one thing to do, dammit, and if Joe had no intention of doing so would have thought him.
"Uh," said Joe wittily when the mesh Andy ended crumpled at the foot of the bed "and you are without a bra. "
Maybe he was drooling. Slightly.
"I did not play," said briefly, then kissed him, because he was a bit '- like, two minutes - that did not, and took off his shirt to him. Joe seconded the air a bit 'stupid, all without taking his eyes from the breast, and Andy so far never had to tell someone that those were not his eyes, because in a suit there was not much to see, but began to understand why the girls got it much.
"Never seen a pair of boobs? "
" Not with all that ink, "he said with a kind of awe" and not wearing a
you. "She put her hands around his waist. "God ..."
Andy pulled a half-hearted fist at his side, but Joe saw him saw him blush-blush
everywhere, cheeks, neck, under the throat, and then there were the tattoos, Christ, who were so vivid and so close and Joe could not lean over to kiss the heart at the center of the chest of Andy.
So he did. And traces the outlines with the lips and tongue, brushing the skin with the tip of the nose. Andy started, taken aback. Joe smiled, unseen, and rose to suck his neck while pressing a hand between her shoulder blades and the other came to his chest. Andy let out a sharp verse that would have hated if he had not had the fingers of Joe's playing with a nipple. He felt the pulse speed up, throat seccarglisi absurd and warmth to grow at the base of the stomach in anticipation and desire and a fucking platoon of butterflies in flight, and did not understand why all this had not happened, none of this when he tried to tease alone. Perhaps solo did not work, or maybe it was Joe, he thought with a mixture of disappointment and admiration as he looked at the curly head back and fall again, and oh, oh
, here's how it felt to be bitten there. At that point he stopped worrying about the groans that he could pass up and concentrated on the mouth of hot Joe and rough fingers caressed by guitarist that the bend of the breast. 'Wow' croaked when Joe walked away. "Wow. " Joe licked his lips and gave a smile of the Cheshire cat. "We're excited for so little? "Andy pointed
knees on the mattress and pushed Joe and Joe choked with his own saliva, when rubbed on the horse of his pants. "Just me? "He grinned. Joe silenced him throwing himself back on the mattress and dragging down with it, then roll it up to be towering above him, free to impress even the most insignificant detail in the memory, the precise shade of his eyes, the way his hair curled around the base of neck. She took his face in his hands and kissed him again. Andy's hands instead sprang from his belt.
"You want to tear my pants? "Laughed a bit 'out of breath.
"I could 'undid the belt," If they do not disappear "and pulled down the zip'
Now. "" I love that you're a guy, you know, "Joe said in a tone of light, and a second Andy shook hands. He did not say nothing, and kissed him again breathtaking.
He kicked off his shoes and sat up just enough to take off his trousers and throw them into oblivion, while Andy was fumbling with the laces of his shorts. It was more difficult than he remembered, a loose knot. Perhaps because he could not calm down, or because Joe was now without a - just - blessed - dress approached, replacing its own hands, clumsy and useless, and he slipped off his pants off, leaving him with briefs blacks before the world. O
that look hot, which made it a bit 'more nervous. There were very few times when he felt so naked in front of a person.
"Stop staring at me," he intimated, though not in turn could not dazed, in turn, on every detail of the body of Joe.
"I? "Joe muttered, contemplating with reverential eye. Touched his throat, chest, he slid his fingertips on ink and leather on the sides and belly, and when Andy came to the edge of her panties had been reduced to a mass of nerves and shortness of breath. "No, because I have fun. "
" Then you tell me that I am the bitch, "growled Andy, turning her face sideways to the pillow so as not to see what flushing them - though it was unnecessary, given how red it anywhere else. The edge of the Claw laundry and took it off abruptly, hoping that if anything happened it would not linger (even more) awkward.
He was holding his breath and he knew it. It's not like when you arrive at Spannung something and pull a deep sigh and realize that you were doing: he had the courage to breathe and was holding her breath aware of the inexorable passing of seconds, until he heard Joe's lips touch him just below navel and sucked noisily. Then Joe's hands were on her legs, caressing and gently separated, and when he touched the inner thigh started, unable to restrain.
did not like losing control, oh he did not like not like Non- Joe's head was between her legs, the language of Joe
was between her legs, her hands were still caressing the slow but certain and slid up and ... ...
liked. Type lot. That this type of thing being a woman was the most beautiful in the world.
Joe sucked her clit and penetrated with a finger and okay, the world? Universe. She was moaning indecorously.
"Joe, Joe, Joseph, please," she gasped, you slip a hand through his hair because he had to hold on to something when he heard Joe and torment him with the tip of the tongue and a second finger was shivering and closed his eyes and tried to relearn to breathe.
had been ... wow. Unexpected. Bello. Still too little. And Joe was not in his immediate field of vision.
'Joe ...? The voice was uncertain, but the other came and Andy could not find any reason why he could not - were - there and kiss him now.
"Condom" he murmured, and it was then that Andy knew, really, totally, what was to come, and was limited to a single word. 'Go' was a relief not to hear any "but are you sure" across the room, perhaps because, at that precise moment, he said "not much". That was a stupid thing, he said as Joe came back on him and brushes her hair sweaty from his forehead. Stupid.
"Go," he repeated. And Joe piano, pianissimo, with a slow death came. Yes, but here with the plan would not have accomplished anything. "Oh God" tried to tell Joe, but it was clearly covered by "Oh fucking Christ" by Andy. Perhaps
point ankles behind his back and push it toward you was not the brightest of ideas.
"pork-
argh " continued Andy. "Are you mad? Yelled Joe.
"Both would hurt the same. 'Be', maybe less. "Christ, you're lucky I love you or I would have gouged out his eyes. "
" But if you've done everything from s-'Wait. "Wait. "Andy
felt something behind the stomach, a tingle, unstoppable, and he knew it was a hysterical laugh. Just what we needed to complete the picture. He looked away from Joe and turned his face.
"Oh no," Joe forced him to look into his eyes. "What did you say? "Andy
she bit her lip.
"Please, Andy. "
now. "Yes, okay? And since there was nothing left to lose sight of the claimed Joe, decided as he did not feel at all, determined to ignore the boil he felt on his cheeks or the fact that Joe was still inside him. Lei ARGH.
Joe's eyes said a lot of different things. When Joe put his hand behind his neck and kissed him, he decided that his favorite was:
more than okay.
and Joe began to move, at last, and seriously hurt despite all the delicacy, but at some point, when Andy closed his eyes and concentrated to calm down, relax, stop thinking every single thick, began to be just more tolerable, less annoying, it was exhausting but felt a slow increase as the heat, the anticipation, it should no longer cling to the mattress to accommodate all pushing and maybe, maybe, if he felt ready enough to even be able to accommodate movements Joe, but he had broken his breath and legs were shaking and there was something
-
It was not an orgasm. He had spent enough time alone in his bunk to know that this was not an orgasm, not even a bad one, but it was something else
and although still sore and shaken by tremors had to tighten her arms around Joe to resist the feeling , his back arched and head turning. He lost to Joe, but collapsed at his side as he decided that he should not have gone bad. was while lying next to each other, tired, to catch his breath with his hands so close that if they wanted to, weave would be a foolish thing, a thought struck Andy.
" We can do it again "he said.
"Sure. "
" No, I mean, now. We could do it again. Of course, I like to go to the bathroom and I take a shower to make sure everything is in order - but y'know, I could do it again, "he announced with a pleasant surprise.
Joe turned on its side and put her arm around his waist. "Sure, give me a moment and resume 'he said sleepily.
"This was something I had not reckoned among the new" Andy continued to think aloud. Joe snorted
against his neck, loosening the hair. "If there's one thing that has nothing to do with being a girl is this. Are you that you are a maniac. "You're
.
Andy was a little 'to listen to Joe's heart beating against his back.
you.
he closed his eyes. was true.
***
Andy awoke suddenly, without going to the drowsiness or stretches, just opened his eyes suddenly and began to look at the ceiling.
Judging by the light that tried to sneak over the window curtains were to be five, or six, and hovered around the room warm, sleepy atmosphere, according to the roadmap should not be standing before other four hours. Stupid clock biological.
But there was something else, for I did wake up.
There was the irreplaceable feeling of a real mattress in the back, the silence broken by the sound of the street under the wheels, the confidence to open my arms without ending up face down in the hall.
There was an arm of the abandoned Joe on his belly, his nose between the shoulder blades of Joe and Joe himself who prevented him from doing all the wonderful things such as stretching, or rolling over the entire mattress, which now Andy could not care less . She turned to him with caution in the face and felt it automatically tighten the grip on his life. There was that was coming want to make a cry of joy, but that was best avoided. And then there was that he felt the electric skin, the tips of his fingers tingling and flushing throughout the body, but attributed to the fact that he had spent the night in spectacular sex and discover the usefulness of some linen thrust. Spectacular sex with Joe. She had lost her virginity to Joe second.
Maybe a little 'he shouted. Plan. pressed her face against his hair tousled by Joe, stunning with the smell of shampoo and sleep with the sensation of the lips of Joe to a whisper from her neck, slipped a little further on, for him and let him spalmarglisi completely covered by human until it was awakened (so they would could take up the subject of yesterday!, exulted mentally) when- When he began to seriously hate to have low blood pressure and do not understand anything for the next hour to wake up.
When pressed against Joe, he felt the pressure in the chest that was slowly getting used to but in its place the unmistakable thrill given by Joe's leg pushing against his erection. He was feeling the fucking angelic choirs and at this point no one could tell him anything if he would jump around the room. None
. He drew back a bit 'from the companion to lift the covers and take a look at his dear old self. Oh, that her tattoos were not deformed strange given by the curves, a chest planed through no fault of their small tits but glorious absence, the taut fabric of the shorts of their content! He put his hand in his pants and to welcome back because he could, period. Meanwhile, Joe began to awaken. He murmured something indistinguishable plan and turned a bit ', he felt empty and Andy hug your move a bit further down on the mattress, and the only thought in my head I need to latch on to someone just because he was cold opened his eyes and leaned toward each other.
Toh, beard.
He did not even have time to make it a
beard?
Andy rolled over with the exuberance that should be banned in the early morning, it's rubbed on him and gave him a kiss that left him dazed for several minutes.
When he was able to remember what language he spoke, and how to articulate arguments longer than three words, first Joe thought that maybe, in some cases, a little bit of exuberance it could bear. Then he realized that the order was excited that Andy was, he could say because there was another erection in the bed and was pressed against her, which was again Andy Andy, that a man, ie his best friend-
neurons collided And here as before.
"Good morning," said Andy. Joe wanted to respond but felt perhaps that was the first to resume breathing. However, as always, he was the only one to make it a great tragedy. Patrick would have said okay and he would have passed the sugar.
Think about when Patrick was something that made no sense.
'' day, "he said automatically, because his mother had taught her education and was a good idea to return the greeting of the boy who was harassing you in your sleep. Awake. Half asleep, who cares. "Is that you? "He could him a long speech, or some sarcastic joke about who he thought might be. He said only "Yes" and kissed him as if he were the only thing to do at that time. It probably was. Joe still could not move.
"Listen," said Andy when he parted after not receiving a token of appreciation. He pointed to the sides of the forearms and the head of Joe sat up to face him, his forehead frown. "If it's the shock of the moment is fine, but if you're going to retract all the world there is no miracle that will prevent me from breaking her nose. "
conciliatory. "It has a certain effect. Beginning. I think. "" I have this. "" ... so help? "Joe pleaded. He did not know where to put your hands literally.
Andy, that was great whore great whore and was left, grinned and pressed her hips against his. Joe held your breath for a second and looked at him wrong, because it was invalid.
"It's that, that is, you have a cock! "
And I'm thinking that I would not mind so much not even make your acquaintance and for heaven's sake somebody tell me that
do.
only that he had not only that, he thought. Her own lips reddened, the same hair in disarray, the same eyes that had not stopped to fix a bit while they made love the night before, he still had all the things I had and made a fool of - himself was surprised to himself to think such a thing - the complete disappearance of the breast would not affect that much.
Oh god, what
was screwed.
"Yes "Andy grinned again. "I'll explain what you need us" Ronfi against his ear lobe bitten the floor and slid a hand along his stomach until intrufolarglisi in boxer shorts.
While Andy's fingers closed on his erection and did something really outrageous and he clasped his hands on the seat of Andy, Joe thought that being with a boy was something that, ultimately, could live with.
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