Ry and Sly Stories
After our forceful exertions during the previous hour, we were startled to hear a knocking at our locked door. We separated and Sly went to the door and unlocked it. His mother entered the room, chattering as fast as a hummingbird and flitting about the room. She stood at best maybe 5 feet tall; small, fast, shrill... and almost jittery with happiness. She fluffed our pillows and wished us good night. But just before she left the room she had one thing to ask, “Have either of you to taken a bath yet?” “Ugh,” Sly muttered with a hint of disgust in his voice, “No…” Her reply was short and demanding, “go take one now, both of you”. Doing what we were told to, Sly and myself proceeded to the bathroom. Little did Sly’s mother know we intended to climb in the tub together, to save water of course. I turned on the warm water and then I felt Sly’s hand touch my back as I pulled my shirt off. It was his hands and not mine that unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. He began to kiss me passionately as he undressed the both of us. We made our way into the tub and sank into the calmingly warm water. It was a large, garden tub with candles arranged on a little nook. Sly picked up a book of matches lying next to the candles and lit them one by one. The aroma of a flower garden began to permeate the air. He settled back against me and we continued kissing and floating, wishing for this to never end. Suddenly there came a loud knocking at the door. “Is someone still in there?” a woman's voice asked. “Oh, God…” Sly muttered, “I’m in here, Mom!” “Oh,” was the response from the door. We settled back to our bath and cuddled in the water together. I laid on his chest and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Then he kissed me on the forehead and said simply, “I love you,” with the candlelight gleaming on his soft face.
It was a chill that groggily brought me to my senses. There was sunlight streaming through the bathroom window and the water felt as though ice bergs should have been floating in it. Oh my God, we'd slept the entire night in the tub. I whispered in his ear, while shaking him. “Sly, wake up!” His eyes opened slowly and then seemed to snap open with shock. “Are we still in the tub?” His look of surprise changed to a grin. “No wonder I had a dream that I was a penguin. Brrrr... I wish I had some feathers right now.” “Are either of your parents still home?” “I don’t think so,” he said. “They should be gone to work by now. Luckily they use the bathroom in their master suite.” Fortunately we were able to get out of the bathroom without anyone being around to see us. Not wanting to put on our dirty clothes, we tiptoed naked down the hall to the bedroom. We rushed into fresh outfits and then ran out of the house before we were caught, just in case someone was home without our knowing.
“Let’s go get some coffee,” he offered. “Okay,” I said “Where?” “How about Dunkin Donuts?”
I responded with an “I’d love to,” and a major grin. A coffee date, how… college student-like. The walk itself for coffee was enjoyable. Just holding his hand and conversing was enjoyable in itself. We just talked about anything – gay rights, school, our future, gossip. Basically anything that came to mind became center of the conversation. We finally got to the little coffee shop and waiting for us behind the counter was the babydyke, obviously femme, from school. Layla was one of the few open homosexuals in school, whereas Sly and I are both a little more circumspect. Once she actually came to school wearing a t-shirt with a black triangle pattern. Sly poked me in the ribs when he saw her wearing it in the hallway. He whispered “do you suppose the back says dykes on bikes”? Layla greeted us with a smile. “Hey, guys! What do you want to have?” Sly ordered, saying “We’ll have two French vanilla coffees.” Layla started mixing together coffee grounds, hot water and whatever else goes in coffee. Ha ha! You can tell I wouldn't know how to put together a cuppa. I was forced to drink instant at home, it's all we had. “Here you go,” she handed the two steaming-hot coffee cups to us while Sly handed her the money. We found a secluded table in the back and sat down, coffees in hand. “Be careful not to spill it on yourself,” I warned him “I don’t want you to get burnt.” With playful sarcasm he said “Yes, mother…”
“Especially on the crotch” I whisper to him. “I have some ideas in mind for that part of your anatomy and I don't want any bandages in the way!” We continued on giggling and carrying on our conversation, not noticing that Layla had walked up to the table. “So uh... why do I get the feeling that you guys are a couple?” Damn, that came right out of left field. Sly and I both just looked at her kind of open mouthed and speechless. “Hey... it's alright, guys. I'm not one to blab around school or anything. I figure if someone wants to come out then they have the right to make the decision themselves. But I'm right, aren't I? You two are a couple?” Sly kind of glanced around to see if anyone was looking in our direction. Then he leaned across the table and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Does that answer your question, Layla?” Then he winks at her. “Ha, ha. Yeah, I guess it does. Well, for all it's worth... you two make a really cute couple. Maybe you'll just have to come to one of my makeout parties sometime. You'll see some kids from school there you wouldn't believe in a million years would be there.” She gives us a wink and starts walking back to the counter. Then she turns part way and says over her shoulder, “I'll let you know ahead of time.”
