Kiss and Tell 2 by Faith Winslow Read Free Book Online

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    “Have fun,” Mom said, turning her head back toward the television. She still had that huge grin on her face, and I wondered if it was because she really was happy for me.
    I smiled back at Mom and nodded my head at Dad, who’d nodded his head at me first. Then I turned and left.
    “Come in,” London said when I knocked on the door to the pool house. I’d learned my lesson earlier that day and would do my damnedest never to walk in unannounced again.
    Luckily, when I walked into the pool house this time, London was not standing at the counter getting a blow job but was hunkered down on the couch playing a video game. He made a few more moves before pressing a series of buttons to save and end his game, then set his controller down and gestured for me to come sit next to him on the couch.
    “Two dates in one day,” he said with a laugh. “Our relationship must be getting pretty serious.”
    “I guess so,” I said, giggling. “Either that or the sex is really great.”
    The moment I said that last part, I regretted it. I was completely comfortable with the fact that London was gay, and since I found out, I’d grown completely comfortable with him. It was as if his disclosure wiped the slate clean and allowed us to start over. Finally, I was on my way having a real friend.
    We’d shared a lot with each other, and we shared a few secrets. We also shared another thing, which I’d nearly forgotten about—until I made that comment.
    London and I had hooked up a couple weeks earlier. That awkward sexual encounter was something we’d shared, and I’d just said something that at least partially pertained to it.
    Gay or not, London had delivered that afternoon and had proved to be a mighty good lover, at least as far as eating pussy is concerned. He’d gotten me off like no other, and the mere memory of his mouth on me was enough to make me quiver and wish that he wasn’t gay.
    “I’m sorry about that,” London said, turning his gaze away from me. Our conversation had gone from something playful to something serious in no time, but it wasn’t a smooth transition. There was a palpable uneasiness in the air, and London went on to address it.
    “I didn’t mean to lead you on or whatever,” London said, fiddling with his deactivated video game controller. He was having a hard time selecting his words, and I was having a hard time listening to them.
    “If I could be with a girl, you’d be at the top of my list,” he said. “I think that’s part of why I went after you so aggressively. I know we have this whole beard thing going on now, but when we hooked up a couple weeks ago, I didn’t do it to try and cover up the fact that I’m gay. I did it to try and change it. I thought that maybe if you and I got together, I could ‘become straight’ for you.”
    “But you couldn’t,” I interjected.
    “I couldn’t,” London repeated. “And if I couldn’t do it for you, I couldn’t do it for any girl. I’m gay, and I’m sorry for using you to confirm it.”
    It was hard to be mad at London when he laid it all out on the table like that. I couldn’t even begin to understand what he was going through and did not envy the struggles he had coming to terms with his sexuality, or the struggles he would face disclosing it to others.
    “I don’t feel used, London,” I said. “And I understand…as best as I can, I understand.”
    London looked very relieved and smiled at me. “Good,” he said. “Thank you.”
    For a moment, it looked like London was going to shed a tear, but just ‘cause he was gay didn’t mean he was going to act like a sissy. He was still very much a macho man, and he shrugged the tear off before it rolled from his eye.
    “So what brings you here tonight, anyway?” he asked. I was thankful that he changed the subject. “Are you here just to get away from your parents? Or was there something you actually wanted to talk about?”
    “A little of both,” I admitted. I told