"Hey!" Oz said, when I walked in the door. "Hey! To you too." I said. I took my shoes off and then sat down with him on the couch. He turned the TV off. "I had the longest day! I ended up having to cover for Thompson tonight. I just got home a few minutes ago." He said. "Oh no. I'm sorry. Sit down on the floor, I'll give you a massage." I told him. He sat down in front of me and I started to rub his shoulders. "Ahhhh, that feels good." He sighed. "So. Did you still want to talk about what happened the other night?" I asked him. "Yeah." He said. "What's on your mind?" I asked him. "I just keep thinking about it. It's weird, because I shouldn't. It was just a fun thing between two really close friends. But GOD! It was SO MUCH fun!" He said, and I giggled. "It was fun for me too." I told him. "So, is that what is bothering you? It was so much fun?" I asked, and this time he laughed. "No. It's just I keep thinking about it. I want to do it more." He said, and I got a little worried. "But we can't. I mean, we shouldn't. Things would then get dramatic, and complicated." He said. "You know what you need?" I asked him. "What?" He asked. "You need to get laid. By someone else. I think it's sex you want, not necessarily sex with me." I told him. "Wow. You have good advice. Go get laid. You should be a therapist." He said, and I laughed. "I'm serious! Call Carmen." I told him. "What?" He asked. "Oz, she really likes you. Call her. I bet she'll even ask you to come over tonight." I told him. "You think?" He asked looking up at me. "Yeah, I think. But promise me if you call her, it isn't just for sex. She is my friend." I told him. "No, it wont be just for sex. She grows on me the more I see her." He said, and stood up. He went back to his room to call her. I laughed when he came out a few minutes later. He had changed, and I could smell calogne on him. "So, you're going over." I said, "Hell yeah." He said, and hugged me. I said bye, and he left. I yawned, and got up to change into my pajamas. After I changed I came out to watch Conan Obrien on TV. I turned it on, then heard Mrs. Ray shouting. I thought maybe the TV was too loud, but when I muted it, it sounded like she was yelling at someone outside her apartment. I got up and opened my door. I laughed when I saw what was going on. Mrs. Ray was yelling, and trying to hit Spencer with her cane! "YOU sonofabitch! Knocking on an ol black woman's door late at night. Git!" She yelled at him. He kept trying to dodge her flailing cane, and apologize. "Stop!" I shouted, managing somehow not to laugh. "MRS. RAY!" She stopped and looked at me. "Mrs. Ray, it's okay. This is a friend of mine." I told her. Spence walked over to me. "Then why's he knokin on my door?" She asked. We both looked up at Spence. "I didn't know wich apartment was yours. I guess I picked the wrong one." He said. The face he made was adorable! He looked so embarassed and it was cute. "Well, next time git the right one!" She said, and went back inside her apartment. Her door slammed shut. I let out bursts of laugher. "It's not funny! She got me good once or twice." Spence said, and followed me into my apartment. That made me laugh even harder. "STOP!" He said, trying not to smile. "An eighty year old woman beat you up!" I said, and started laughing even harder. I couldn't breath and had to hold my sides. He gave me a funny look, and I laughed even harder. I sat down on the couch, and he came and sat next to me. "I'm sorry." I said, steadying myself. "It's okay. That woman has got some guts in her!" He said. "So, what brings you back by?" I asked him. "I wanted to apologize again for tonight." He said. "Really, it's okay." I told him. "My dad has really bad heart disease. He takes a lot of medication, and he shouldn't drink anything, especialy hard liquour." He said. "Spence." I said, and he looked up at me. "I understand. It's okay." "Thanks. Most girls get intimidated by my extra responsibilites I guess." He said. "Well, not me. I like your father. He seems like a great man." I told him, and he relaxed a little. "It just gets so hard sometimes. It makes me miss my mom. That sounds gay." He said. "No it doesn't. It's very sweet." I told him, and he smiled. "Here. Lay down on your stomach." I told him and stood up. "What?" He asked. "Lay face down on the couch. Take your shirt off." I told him. "Okay..." He said, and unzipped his hoodie. He wasn't wearing a shirt on underneath, and I thought that was so hot. I took his hat off his head, then messed up his hair. He looked really confused. He took off his hoddie, and layed down on his stomach. I straddled him, sitting on his legs and started to give my second massage of the night. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Sometimes you need someone to take care of you for a change. Just relax." I said, and leaned down and kissed his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled. I rubbed his back and shoulders while I watched Conan. When the show was over, I stopped and realized he had fallen asleep. He looked so cute, and so peaceful. I didn't realize until then, that he always had a kind of perminant look of worry underlying all his features. It was nice to see him relaxed. I sat down on my knees on the floor, and kissed his lips. He kissed me back then opened his eyes, and smiled. His dark brown eyes were sparkling, and I noticed how long his eyelashes were for the first time. "God I'm Lucky." I thought to myself. "You fell asleep." I told him. "Sorry." He said. "Don't be. You looked peaceful." I told him. "I was. Thank you." He said. "I havn't felt so calm in a long..." he paused, and that look of worry came back. "A long time." I smiled at him. "Well, I'm glad I helped." I said, and kissed his lips again. He sat up, and I stood up. He pulled me close to him, and lifted my shirt up, kissing my stomach. "You can stay here tonight." I said, running my fingers through his hair. He put his arms around my waist, and hugged me. "I can't. God, I want to, but I can't." He said. "It's okay." I said, feeling a little disapointed. "I just. I hate leaving my dad and Smurf a lone." He said. "Stop worrying so much. It's okay if you need to go." I said, and he looked up at me. "I can stay for a little while." He said, and stood up. I put my hand on his cheek and ran my thumb across his lips, then leaned up and kissed him. Then I turned, took his hand and led him to my room.
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"Hey!" Oz said, when I walked in the door.
"Hey! To you too." I said. I took my shoes off and then sat down with him on the couch. He turned the TV off.
"I had the longest day! I ended up having to cover for Thompson tonight. I just got home a few minutes ago." He said.
"Oh no. I'm sorry. Sit down on the floor, I'll give you a massage." I told him. He sat down in front of me and I started to rub his shoulders.
"Ahhhh, that feels good." He sighed.
"So. Did you still want to talk about what happened the other night?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He said.
"What's on your mind?" I asked him.
"I just keep thinking about it. It's weird, because I shouldn't. It was just a fun thing between two really close friends. But GOD! It was SO MUCH fun!" He said, and I giggled.
"It was fun for me too." I told him. "So, is that what is bothering you? It was so much fun?" I asked, and this time he laughed.
"No. It's just I keep thinking about it. I want to do it more." He said, and I got a little worried. "But we can't. I mean, we shouldn't. Things would then get dramatic, and complicated." He said.
"You know what you need?" I asked him.
"What?" He asked.
"You need to get laid. By someone else. I think it's sex you want, not necessarily sex with me." I told him.
"Wow. You have good advice. Go get laid. You should be a therapist." He said, and I laughed.
"I'm serious! Call Carmen." I told him.
"What?" He asked.
"Oz, she really likes you. Call her. I bet she'll even ask you to come over tonight." I told him.
"You think?" He asked looking up at me.
"Yeah, I think. But promise me if you call her, it isn't just for sex. She is my friend." I told him.
"No, it wont be just for sex. She grows on me the more I see her." He said, and stood up. He went back to his room to call her. I laughed when he came out a few minutes later. He had changed, and I could smell calogne on him.
"So, you're going over." I said,
"Hell yeah." He said, and hugged me. I said bye, and he left. I yawned, and got up to change into my pajamas. After I changed I came out to watch Conan Obrien on TV. I turned it on, then heard Mrs. Ray shouting. I thought maybe the TV was too loud, but when I muted it, it sounded like she was yelling at someone outside her apartment. I got up and opened my door. I laughed when I saw what was going on. Mrs. Ray was yelling, and trying to hit Spencer with her cane!
"YOU sonofabitch! Knocking on an ol black woman's door late at night. Git!" She yelled at him. He kept trying to dodge her flailing cane, and apologize.
"Stop!" I shouted, managing somehow not to laugh. "MRS. RAY!"
She stopped and looked at me.
"Mrs. Ray, it's okay. This is a friend of mine." I told her. Spence walked over to me.
"Then why's he knokin on my door?" She asked. We both looked up at Spence.
"I didn't know wich apartment was yours. I guess I picked the wrong one." He said. The face he made was adorable! He looked so embarassed and it was cute.
"Well, next time git the right one!" She said, and went back inside her apartment. Her door slammed shut. I let out bursts of laugher.
"It's not funny! She got me good once or twice." Spence said, and followed me into my apartment. That made me laugh even harder.
"STOP!" He said, trying not to smile.
"An eighty year old woman beat you up!" I said, and started laughing even harder. I couldn't breath and had to hold my sides. He gave me a funny look, and I laughed even harder. I sat down on the couch, and he came and sat next to me.
"I'm sorry." I said, steadying myself.
"It's okay. That woman has got some guts in her!" He said.
"So, what brings you back by?" I asked him.
"I wanted to apologize again for tonight." He said.
"Really, it's okay." I told him.
"My dad has really bad heart disease. He takes a lot of medication, and he shouldn't drink anything, especialy hard liquour." He said.
"Spence." I said, and he looked up at me. "I understand. It's okay."
"Thanks. Most girls get intimidated by my extra responsibilites I guess." He said.
"Well, not me. I like your father. He seems like a great man." I told him, and he relaxed a little.
"It just gets so hard sometimes. It makes me miss my mom. That sounds gay." He said.
"No it doesn't. It's very sweet." I told him, and he smiled. "Here. Lay down on your stomach." I told him and stood up.
"What?" He asked.
"Lay face down on the couch. Take your shirt off." I told him.
"Okay..." He said, and unzipped his hoodie. He wasn't wearing a shirt on underneath, and I thought that was so hot. I took his hat off his head, then messed up his hair. He looked really confused. He took off his hoddie, and layed down on his stomach. I straddled him, sitting on his legs and started to give my second massage of the night.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Sometimes you need someone to take care of you for a change. Just relax." I said, and leaned down and kissed his neck. He closed his eyes and smiled. I rubbed his back and shoulders while I watched Conan. When the show was over, I stopped and realized he had fallen asleep. He looked so cute, and so peaceful. I didn't realize until then, that he always had a kind of perminant look of worry underlying all his features. It was nice to see him relaxed. I sat down on my knees on the floor, and kissed his lips. He kissed me back then opened his eyes, and smiled. His dark brown eyes were sparkling, and I noticed how long his eyelashes were for the first time. "God I'm Lucky." I thought to myself.
"You fell asleep." I told him.
"Sorry." He said.
"Don't be. You looked peaceful." I told him.
"I was. Thank you." He said. "I havn't felt so calm in a long..." he paused, and that look of worry came back. "A long time."
I smiled at him.
"Well, I'm glad I helped." I said, and kissed his lips again. He sat up, and I stood up. He pulled me close to him, and lifted my shirt up, kissing my stomach.
"You can stay here tonight." I said, running my fingers through his hair. He put his arms around my waist, and hugged me.
"I can't. God, I want to, but I can't." He said.
"It's okay." I said, feeling a little disapointed.
"I just. I hate leaving my dad and Smurf a lone." He said.
"Stop worrying so much. It's okay if you need to go." I said, and he looked up at me.
"I can stay for a little while." He said, and stood up. I put my hand on his cheek and ran my thumb across his lips, then leaned up and kissed him. Then I turned, took his hand and led him to my room.
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