." And just because you like dresses and skirts doesn't make you gay,"Momma said."Well it'd seem pretty gay to me," Randy said bluntly."Randy," Momma ...eplied before I could, "do you think that your motherwould like to hear you making such mean remarks to your best friend?Because I bet she wouldn't and I am pretty sure I could get her to putyou in a skirt to make you be nice if I told her what you were doing."Momma's stern tone and rigid face gave me a warm feeling, like a blanketof safety had. When I had finished eating his jizz, I lifted my head off of his cock andsat back working to catch my breath. He patted me on the thigh and thengot up and went to his room. I watched his naked body depart intently. Iwanted to run my tongue up and down that gorgeous athletic body. Igathered up our clothes. As I passed his room, I snuck in through the doorand dropped his clothes into his hamper. I carefully tiptoed to his bedand gently lifted up the sheet and gazed at him one more time,. ”“Is he? A dissolute rocker?”Joe shrugged.“And you?”“Trying to be a writer?”“Trying?”“I write. I’ve written a couple successful plays. At least high school successful. I’m working on a novel.”“How old are you?”“Just turned eighteen.”“You don’t sound like you’re from here.”“Minneapolis. Actually a small town south of there, but I live there now.”“But...”“We met at Grinnell,” her daughter responded, just coming back from the bathroom. Cheryl hurried to it. “We fell in love. He’s visiting.”“But. She lay on her side and he looked at her as she rarely allowed him to look. Self-conscious and deprecating towards her own classic beauty she was too shy to allow him to just look at her. As he quietly undressed he watched her intently, drinking in her features. In sleep, she was relaxed and open. There was a delicate air of vulnerability and softness that she rarely showed while awake. It didn’t make her more beautiful, but something inside of him wanted to protect and defend that mixture of.