Chapter 7: A Knock on the Door

The next week at school passes rather quietly. Tiffany and I agree to not be seen together in public, other than when we normally would such as 6th Period Biology. We’re sure people will be talking about The Dirk and Tiffany Incident for quite a while, including the question of whose sperm was in her mouth. Having just dramatically dumped Dirk and then being seen often around me - well, it would be pretty easy to figure out who the Mystery Cummer is.

Well aware of my ongoing hots for Tiffany, Marc and Jeff ask a few times what I know about it; each time I just play stupid and say I don’t know anything. They’re skeptical, but finally give up on pressing the issue.

Dirk has been keeping a low profile, I didn’t see him at all. I think some days he skipped out of school altogether. Tiffany told me one of Dirk’s friends, Justin Blaine, asked why she did what she did instead of just breaking up with Dirk? Tiffany told Justin that she gave Dirk exactly what he had been asking for.

Things are super awkward for Tiffany with her former popular girlfriends, they refuse to even acknowledge her existence, big-time silent treatment. Honestly, though, she’s not bothered in the least, she has other friends, true friends, like Bethany, Melissa, and Kayla. Tiffany told me she wanted to remove herself, not only from Dirk but that whole superficial in-crowd. The events that Friday was her big middle finger to more bullshit than just Dirk.

Word is going around that Dirk wants to pound on the guy whose cum it was. I guess he needs something to repair, at least part of, his destroyed image and ego. I think Tiffany’s threat to inform the whole school of his shortcomings in his own pants may help to keep him in line. Nonetheless, I keep my eyes and ears open. Over time, Dirk returns to his favorite pastime of shoving people out of his way in the hallways, but now there are no cum licker/sucker/eater comments accompanying such shoving. I guess we fixed that part at the very least.

Halloween came and went quietly and without incident. Even though Tiffany and I have been careful to not be seen together, we still talk and text out of public settings. But there’s an awkwardness making its way into our relationship too and I can’t quite figure it out.

Over the next weeks, it’s become quite clear that there’s a growing distance between us, we talk less and less and are avoiding each other. I figure it’s best not to press for answers and give her time and space. At the same time, I feel uncomfortable with this. How much time and space should I give her? Is giving her time and space what I should be doing?

Mentally replaying conversations from those two days when we did what we did, certain things really stick out with me. When we were hatching our plan in her bedroom, she said, “I think I might kind of like giving you a blow-job.” She told Dirk, “The guy that gave me [the cum], is ten times the man you’ll ever be.” That evening, she repeated it to me in the backyard when she said, “I meant everything I said about you being ten times the man Dirk will ever be.”

I can’t help but wonder if she’s developing feelings for me more than just being friends? Should I talk to her about it? Or should I just let it go and see what happens? Out of fear of botching up a possibly good thing with her, I really don’t know what to do. The truth is, I’m not exactly sure about much of anything these days.

In 6th Period Biology, Mr. Franklin told us about a large upcoming assignment covering the growth cycles of plants, it’ll be a project that will span several weeks to complete. Being that we’re lab partners, this will require Tiffany and me to get together after school to complete certain aspects. That could be a good, one on one, time to broach the subject. At the very least, this gives me some time to figure out an approach for this.

This is the week of Thanksgiving coming up on Thursday. On Tuesday afternoon, my parents are away at a fundraiser event for one of the charity groups Mom is involved in and Luke is out somewhere goofing off with his friends - gotta enjoy these rare, house-to-myself moments when I can.

After a shower, I make myself chili dogs smothered in tons of chili, just the way I like them. After inhaling them, I settle in to watch some TV. As soon I’m all comfy, I hear a soft knock on the front door; probably another damn window salesman or a Jehovah’s Witness heaven-bent on saving me. I’ll just ignore it, they usually move on soon enough to pester the next house.

Another soft knock, pause, then a third. Usually, solicitors aren’t that persistent to knock three times. I get up and open the door.

“Hey, Kyle.”

“Hi, Tiffany.” Well, this is a surprise.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“No, no, come in. I just ... I just wasn’t expecting you”

Something’s up by the way she’s nervously fidgeting her hands and twisting her fingers; it’s clear she’s got a lot on her mind. “Can we talk?”

“Sure, is everything okay?”

We sit on the couch in the family room. “Yeah, I just needed to get out of the house and take a walk to ... you know ... clear my head.”

“I do that now and then too.” She looks around, I presume to try to see if any of my family members are around. “I’m here alone if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Okay, good,” she lets out a breath. “I-I’m not quite sure where to begin, but here goes anyway ... These last few weeks have been terrible. I thought by doing what we did to Dirk it would make everything instantly better, but now things are more awkward than ever, I’ve wrecked everything. I’m sorry if I’ve been avoiding you, but I’ve had so much on my mind.”

“It’s okay.”

“Kyle, we’ve known each other for a long time and I’ve always been able to talk easily with you. Sometimes I can talk to you about things that I can’t always talk about with my closest girlfriends. I know I haven’t been a very good friend these last few years, but I would like to try to explain if I can.”

I nod for her to continue.

“When we started high school in 9th grade, something clicked in me. I desperately wanted to be part of the cool-kids club, hang out with the pretty cheerleaders and date the hot football players; I became obsessed with it. So, I did everything I could to get their attention ... and some things I’m not too proud of.

“Once I was in with them, I was in. Eventually, I learned the grass was not greener on that side of the fence. It took me a few years, but it eventually became clear and I finally saw them for what they really are. They aren’t friendly girls cheering for our school and team, they’re far from handsome gentlemen fighting on the gridiron for our school’s honor. They’re just a bunch of nasty, stuck-up bitches and assholes that, for some strange reason, the whole school adores. And, I was one of them.”

She pauses again to collect her thoughts and I stay quiet, time for me to just be a listener.

“It’s not losing the friendships I had with the jocks and stupid air-headed girls, honestly, I was all done with that crowd and I needed an out. When I said I think I’ve wrecked everything, I was referring to you and me. I let myself get so angry and full of hate that it drove me to not only get out but to get even, so I did what I did. I should never have dragged you into this, I feel like I used you ... and you mean so much more to me than that, Kyle.” Avoiding eye contact, she looks down at the floor. “I guess what I’m looking for is to know that you and I are okay, that we’re still friends.”

“Of course, we are,” I assure her. “We never stopped being friends. Tiff, we never will stop being friends.”

“You’re not just telling me what you think I want to hear, are you?”

“No, not at all.”

After a moment, she asks, “Do you think we could put everything that happened in the past?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Looking back, how could I have been so stupid? I don’t know why I ever wanted to be a part of all that, that ... fakeness ... to begin with.”

“So, you tried a group because they looked like fun from the outside, there’s no harm in that,” I quietly offer. “We’re young and discovering ourselves, discovering who we are and who we want to be, that’s what teenagers do.”

“There you go with that patented Kyle-wisdom again,” she smirks. “You’ve always been smart beyond your years. I wish I had half your outlook on life.”

“Ah, it’s not mine, I heard my parents use that when Luke went through his thinking he was a wolf phase.”

“He thought he was a wolf?”

“Yeah, when he was in 6th or 7th grade, he and a bunch of his dorky friends formed a wolfpack.”

“Well, I guess I don’t feel so bad about my in-crowd obsession now,” Tiffany grins. “What did you want to be? Did you have any phases I don’t know about?”

“None that I remember, I’m a pretty boring guy that way.”

“Or, you just won’t tell me.”

“Well, when I was little, I wanted to be Buzz Lightyear from Toy Story.”

“That doesn’t count,” she smacks my arm. “All little kids have those kinds of fantasies. I wanted to be Fiona from Shrek.”

We sit together on the couch for a long time, neither one of us quite sure what to say next. Should I put my arm around her? Should I take this opportunity to ask her about some of the things she told me that I was thinking about earlier?

Finally, she’s the one to break the silence. Dropping her hand on my leg, she says just what I want to hear, “So, what X-Box games do you have that I can kick your ass at?”

We slaughter some zombies playing Left 4 Dead, and yes, she did kick my ass - consistently more kills. After about 45-minutes of spattering zombie guts across the game map, we take a break. Tiffany leans over on my shoulder, “Thank you, Kyle.”

“What? I didn’t let you win, if that’s what you’re thinking, you did that all on your own.”

“That’s not what I meant. Thank you for always being here for me. You’re a great guy.” This feels nice to have her sitting so close to me. Turning her head to look up, she asks, “Do you have anything to drink? I’m kind of thirsty.”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

In the kitchen, I notice I slopped some chili down my shirt that has long since dried up. I bring her a Pepsi and tell her, “I’ll be right back.”

Down the hall in my bedroom, I take my dirty t-shirt off and grab another to put on. Startling me, Tiffany’s hand reaches from behind to hold my arm down and prevent me from putting the clean shirt on.

Turning me around, she takes the shirt from my hand and tosses it on the bed. “I don’t think you need that,” she quietly says.

She gently places her fingertips on me, sending tingles throughout my body. Slowly caressing my chest and lower torso, she slides her hands up my sides and around to my back. Pulling me to her, she leans in to plant little kisses all over my naked upper frame. Finding the two little targets of my nipples, she playfully nips on them with her teeth and flicks her tongue around.

Taking a seat on the edge of my bed, she leads me by the belt loops of my jeans until I’m standing directly in front of her. After having some fun with more kissing around my belly button, especially in the tender area below, she reaches up to undo the button over my fly.

I was totally not expecting this and I start to say, “Tiffany you don’t have to-”

She reaches up and puts one finger over my lips to quiet me. “I want to, Kyle.”

Pulling my zipper down, she loosens my jeans and slides them down to my ankles. I step out and kick them aside. Looking at the small jiggling bulge in my underwear and then up at me with a smile, she’s having fun undressing me slowly.

Tiffany giggles and playfully twirls her fingertip inside my belly button. She then takes that fingertip to slowly draw a line straight down to the waistband of my gray boxer shorts. This sets off a barrage of tingling through my lower body.

Hooking her finger in, she slowly lowers my underwear exposing my dark pubic hair patch. As she continues to pull further, her finger slightly brushes along the side of my hanging penis setting off more volleys of exciting sensations. Once they’re past my hips and ass cheeks, my boxers fall to my feet. I step out of them and quickly kick them aside as well. Here I am breaking one of the main Stevenson household rules by having a female, Tiffany Hammond, alone with me in my bedroom, and to top it off, I’m standing in front of her completely naked except for the socks on my feet – I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Perfectly positioned at eye level, Tiffany stares at my parts on display. “Your cock looks really nice when it’s soft too.”

“I have a feeling it won’t be soft much longer.” I let out a nervous giggle.

“Let’s see how right you are about that.”

She takes it in her hand, parts her lips, and slips me inside the heaven of her mouth. I love how she begins by lovingly rubbing her lips over and caressing my glans. Slowly she’s taking more of me till I’m all the way in. Looking down, I can only see the top half of her face because everything below her eyes is buried in my pubic hair, talk about an erotic vision! Being that I’m still soft, she can easily fit everything in. Leisurely sucking and playing, she’s using her tongue to tickle and roll me all around inside the wet warmth of her mouth. God, this feels so good! For the first time having my cock sucked while it’s soft, I can’t believe how awesome this is, but I can rapidly feel myself growing stiff and fast.

She reaches her hands behind me to grab a hold of my ass cheeks and pull me even closer. This causes her nose to mash up tight against my pubis and her chin to push into my balls. With my growing cock fully enveloped, I hear her mumble an audible, “Mmmmm...” like she can’t get enough. I’ll take this as an assurance that she’s enjoying this too. Tiffany sucked me till I came that day in the closet, but today, she’s taking the time to totally pleasure my cock and engulf my lower regions - I’m loving this!

With her thumbs on my hips, she slightly pushes me back and then pulls me forward. Push back, pull forward, push back, pull forward, she’s giving me the cue by making the motion for me to fuck her mouth. I comply and begin repeatedly moving my hips back, then forth, fucking her in the mouth as she wants me to. On the forward, I push in as far as I dare hoping I don’t set off a gag reflex, a good gauge is my pubes brush up on the tip of her nose, and then I pull back till I see the indent below my glans reappear. Watching her tightly wrapped lips travel over my shiny saliva cover shaft as it’s sliding in and out is a huge turn-on! You know me and my wanting to witness the mechanics of sex.