User:GayAnon/Opposites Attract/

Base Prompt
Nothing I ever posted, just a four paragraph sort of story starter I wrote on a whim. I could turn this into a proper prompt some day, but the scenario's not really anything special, just a generic coming out sort of deal, so there's more interesting stuff I could be working on.

Summary
The shy nerd, Taylor, comes out to his jock friend, Derek. To his surprise, Derek is more than happy to support his buddy every step of the way, even if that means experimenting together to let Taylor figure himself out. In the process, the two friends grow closer than they ever were before.

Prompt
With a heavy sigh and my heart pounding, I stepped up to Derek's front door and knocked on it. At that time, I needed him more than anything, because I was struggling with something I knew that I could only trust him with. Not parents, nor siblings, but only my best friend. And on the inside, I was hoping and praying that he would be able to help me with this. After a few moments, the door opened, and there he stood, the warm smile on his face quickly giving way to an expression of confused concern at my own trepidation. He ushered me inside, and the two of us sat down on the couch, a heavy silence between the two of us.

But eventually, he would break it. "Alright, Taylor... something's up. I can tell. So, out with it. You want to pour your heart out, I'm here for you," he said.

I took another heavy breath and wondered just how I should phrase what I was about to say. After all, it's not every day you confess that you think you're gay, so this was something that was to be well considered. After another moment of quiet, I began, "Well... I went to the pool a few days ago. You know, weather was nice, and I felt like I could use some sunlight. So I headed out there, and spent a few hours there, had a great time, you know." Then, silence again. This was the difficult part. Derek, for his part, simply sat there, listening attentively. I gathered myself, then continued, "But... as I was just laying around, taking in the sun... I noticed someone. A guy. Slim, but fit. Body glistening with wetness, tight swim shorts accentuating his... y'know..."

Again, I trailed off. I was sure he knew what I was getting at, but he wasn't going to presume. In the end, it was my part to actually confess what I wanted to confess, though as I stayed silent, his hand slowly crept over towards mine, gently holding it to reassure me. And that little bit of reassurance that he would be there for me was what I needed to finally say, "...I thought that guy was hot, Derek. Hotter than any girl I'd ever seen before. For a moment, I imagined him naked, and god, it was so hot. I... I think I'm gay."

And there it was.

Story
The words that I'd been trying to avoid saying for so long. I watched as Derek's eyes widened slightly, and then his mouth dropped open in surprise. He sat there for a moment, then asked, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Derek. I don't know why, but I just... I think I am," I replied, almost sheepishly.

Derek let go of my hand, and instead wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close and hugging me tightly. It was such a relief to feel his arms around me, to feel his strong chest pressed against mine. I was relieved to know that I was still accepted by him, that I wasn't alone anymore. He pulled back from the hug, and looked into my eyes, and told me, "Of course you are. You're one of the nicest guys I know, and you deserve to find happiness. If you need help dealing with this, or anything else, you can always count on me." Upon hearing that, I practically collapsed onto him, hugging him tightly and letting out a deep sigh of relief. I didn't realize until now how worried I had been that no one would accept me if I came out, but knowing that Derek was willing to stand by my side made me feel better than I had in a long time. We sat there together for a while, just basking in the warmth of the embrace. But then, I remembered something. The other thing I still had to confess. Very quietly, I began speaking again. "Um... there's one more thing..."

He leaned back to look at me, and saw the worry in my eyes. "What is it? What's wrong?"

This was going to be even more difficult. After all, the really crazy thing didn't happen at the pool that day, but when I got back home. "Well, after I got home from the pool, I, um... was a bit pent up, y'know? So I... y'know..." I blushed, and looked away, ashamed at what I was about to say next.

Derek's expression softened, and he leaned forward to wrap his arms around me again, pressing me tightly to him. "Taylor, don't be embarrassed. Whatever it is, I promise that I'll understand. Just talk to me, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess so..." I said, my voice cracking slightly. "So... I kinda... touched myself. And I fantasized about a guy... but not that guy I saw at the pool." Again, I left what I said vague, still unable to just admit the damn thing that I was dancing around.

Derek was quiet for a moment, and I could feel his body tense up as he realized what I was implying. Finally, he spoke again, his voice strained with emotion, "You... you jerked off... thinking about me?"

"Yeah..." I replied, my voice breaking slightly.

He got it in one, reading me like a book. For a while, he stayed silent, processing what I said. Eventually, he broke the silence. "I see..." he said softly, looking down.

I reached up and grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly, "I'm sorry, Derek. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, but I just... I don't know what to do."

Derek smiled weakly, and shook his head. "Don't apologize. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should've recognized what was going on sooner, and helped you out before things got so far out of hand. Should've recognized that you... see me this way. That's my fault, not yours. But now that I know, I want you to know that I'll do whatever I can to help you."

"Really?" I asked, feeling a bit of hope return to me.

"Yes. Of course. You're my best friend, Taylor. You've always been there for me, and I want you to know that you can always come to me for anything. Even if that means... helping you out with, well... stuff," he said, winking at me playfully. That stunned me. I hadn't expected him to be so open-minded about this, and I found myself blushing madly at the implication of what he was suggesting.

In return, all I could reply with was a stammered "Um... what do you mean?"

Derek laughed, "It means that I'm gonna help you explore your sexuality, and figure out who you really are." That was a lot to take in, and I sat there dumbstruck for a moment, staring blankly at him, not sure how to respond. Just how open-minded was he really being? Did he really mean that? Was he willing to go this far to help me? I didn't know what to say, but eventually, I managed to get out, "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

He nodded firmly, "Yeah, I am."

There wasn't a shred of doubt in his eyes, and I knew that he meant it, and that he was telling the truth. And yet, despite that, I still hesitated. I was afraid that maybe I was being too optimistic. Maybe he was just saying those things to be nice, but would change his mind later. But then, he did something that shocked me. He kissed me, right on the lips. A soft, gentle peck, but a kiss nonetheless, and it sent a shock through my body that I'd never experienced before. I gasped, and he backed off immediately, grinning at me.

"Sorry," he said, "but I just wanted to show you that I'm serious about this." I nodded, still unsure of what to say, but feeling a surge of excitement run through me at the prospect of exploring my sexuality. Derek leaned in again, kissing me on the cheek, then whispering into my ear, "Let's go upstairs, and I can show you just how serious I am."

I nodded eagerly, and stood up, following him up the stairs to his bedroom. He shut the door behind us, and then turned to face me. His expression was playful, but his eyes were intense, and I felt my heart skip a beat as his hands slowly grasped the hem of his tanktop, lifting it up and over his head. I could not resist staring at his shirtless body, and the differences between us two were made clear to me once again. He was built like a swimmer, muscular and toned, whereas I was just skinny and scrawny. His skin was tanned, smooth and unblemished, and his muscles defined, while my skin was pale and pasty, and my muscles practically non-existent. And despite all that... our hearts beat as one, our souls bound together in a strange sort of love that I could never explain, nor would I ever try to deny.

As soon as he removed his top, I stared at him, entranced by his beauty, and I took a step closer to him, reaching out to touch him. For some reason, I was expecting him to stop me, to tell me to wait, but he didn't. Instead, he took hold of my hands and placed them on his chest, where I could feel his heart beating wildly, and he closed his eyes as I explored his body, running my fingers along his hard abs, tracing his pectorals, and feeling the contours of his chest underneath my palms. As I continued to caress his body, he chuckled, clearly pleased as punch at just how entranced I was. "Like what you see, eh? You wanna touch me more?"

I nodded excitedly, and moved my hands down further, touching his flat stomach, then moving lower, tracing his hipbones with my fingers, and finally stopping at the waistband of his shorts. In that moment, I froze, once again scared I was going too far. I looked up into his eyes, silently asking for permission. Again, he just laughed quietly. "Allow me..." he said, reaching down and taking hold of the waistband, and slowly sliding his shorts down like it was nothing. Just like that, he was standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers. But as I wanted to continue, he softly took hold of my hands again. "Not so fast... I've been doing all the stripping here, Taylor. But I want to see a little more of my precious friend, too..." With that, he led me across the room, motioning for me to sit down on his bed. I complied, and he knelt down in front of me, almost reverently, and pulled my shoes off, laying them aside. Then, my socks followed, and he ran his hands up my legs, stroking my calves, my thighs... and then he arrived at my belt. "May I, Taylor? I'm so excited to find out what you have hidden beneath these pants." I nodded, and he undid my belt, sliding it out of its loops, and then unfastening my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Before I could even really process everything, he also pulled off my shirt, which then joined the rest of my clothes. Instinctively, I covered up, suddenly confronted with my lack of confidence towards my pale, scrawny body, but Derek just laughed softly. "So cute... are those briefs you're wearing? You know, I just so happen to think that boys in briefs are the most adorable thing ever."

Oh god. My cheeks were burning red hot, and I just nodded, trying to avoid his gaze. I was starting to worry that I was actually making a fool of myself. I had no idea what I was doing, and I was pretty sure that Derek could see that. Still, he kept talking, oblivious to my fears. "And you're so cute when you blush. So sweet, and innocent." I blushed harder, and he just giggled at me, leaning in close to nuzzle my neck, planting kisses all over my bare skin. It was a little scary, but I loved it. And as if he could tell that it was maybe going a bit too fast for me, he suddenly slowed down, taking me by the hand again as he climbed onto the bed, laying down and leading me into laying down next to him. Carefully, his hand moved to caress my cheek, a blissful smile on his face. "There, there... let's relax a little, OK? Let's just be two boys in their undies, enjoying each others' company."

I nodded, and lay down next to him, snuggling up against him, resting my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight against his body. For a moment, I think back to just before I knocked on Derek's door earlier... and how nervous I was about coming to talk to him, worried that he wouldn't understand, or that he wouldn't approve of me. But now, I realized that none of that mattered anymore. He understood, and he approved. He wanted to help me explore my sexuality, and that meant so much to me. And as I rested against him, I could feel his heart pounding rapidly, just as mine was. He was so excited, so eager... but at the same time, he was so patient, so understanding, and so kind.

"Derek... I'm sorry... I don't know what to do... I'm so nervous..." I confessed, looking up at him, and seeing him smile gently down at me, his warm brown eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Don't worry, Taylor. We'll figure it out together, OK?" he reassured me, squeezing me tighter against him, and kissing my forehead. "Just relax, and let yourself enjoy this moment. Don't worry about the future, just live in the present, OK?" I nodded, and we laid there in silence for a long while, just enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies, and the warmth of Derek's arms around me. After a while, Derek spoke up again, "Taylor, do you think you'd like to... um... experiment a little?"

I swallowed nervously, wondering exactly what he meant by that, but I figured I should probably give him the benefit of the doubt, and just play along for now. "Uh... experiment, huh? What kinda experiments?"

Derek grinned, and kissed me on the lips again, "Well, you know how I told you that I was going to help you explore your sexuality? Well, I think you might be ready for a little more than that. A little more than just two boys in their undies... like two boys who are naked together."

My heart skipped a beat, and I gazed down, towards the underwear we were wearing... the last barrier between us, the last wall keeping us from experiencing each other fully, completely... but I knew that I had to take the plunge, to cross that line, to become intimate with Derek, to give in to the feelings that were building within me... and so I reached down, and started shimmying my briefs down my hips, until they dropped to the floor. Derek watched, mesmerized, as I took off my underwear, revealing my tiny, pale cock to him for the first time. I blushed crimson red, embarrassed by the size of my penis, and I was so small compared to Derek's beautiful manhood, but Derek just smiled at me, and then leaned in, giving me another short peck on the lips. "So brave... you deserve a reward."

And then, I watched in awe as he too removed his underwear, pulling them down and off his legs, tossing them aside, and then settling back down against me, wrapping his strong arms around me again, pressing his naked body against mine. I gasped as I felt his skin against mine, and I could feel his heart racing just as rapidly as mine. The contrast between our bodies was striking, and I couldn't help but stare, transfixed by the sight of his firm muscles, his sculpted body, and his huge dick, which was now pressed against my belly, pulsing with excitement. I felt Derek's hands move down to my butt, cupping it in his large hands, and then he began to massage my rear, kneading my flesh, rubbing my cheeks, and causing me to squirm and gasp in pleasure. "Oh, those noises... such cute sounds, Taylor. Makes me so happy that you like what I'm doing to you."

For a moment, I was struck by the thought of his big erection entering my butt, of being penetrated by his thick, throbbing shaft, and I began to tremble. Those thoughts frightened me, and I was sure it must have been visible in my expression as I stared at his massive, throbbing dick, inches away from my own delicate, soft member. Derek seemed to notice, because he gave me a reassuring kiss on the cheek, and then whispered in my ear, "It's alright, Taylor. I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do. You don't have to take me inside you. In fact... I'd much rather take you inside me..."

My heart stopped beating for a moment. Did he really just say what I thought he said? I could barely even process the words before he got up from the bed, digging through the cupboard and producing two items that made his intentions clear: a bottle of lube and a condom... a small one. It wasn't for him... it was for me. Derek came back over to me, kneeling down on the bed beside me, and gently grasping my rock hard little pecker. "Now... let's wrap this pretty little thing up, shall we? Safety first..." He rolled the condom onto my cock, slowly and carefully, and I gasped as the rubber slid over my sensitive glans, feeling a strange mixture of fear and arousal as I felt his fingers slide over my tender skin, preparing me for my first time. When he was done, he looked up at me, grinning mischievously, and began lubing my little prick up with his hand, using plenty of lube to get me nice and slippery. And as if to confirm to me exactly what he was offering me, he then got on all fours on the bed, presenting himself to me, his gorgeous ass right there. Then, he started lubing that up, too, massaging his hole with his fingers, spreading the slick liquid around, and getting it nice and wet.

The sight completely blew my mind. Here's Derek, who couldn't look any more like a total meathead jock, kneeling on the bed, presenting his perfect bubble-butt to me, and lubing it up, ready for me to penetrate him. It was a surreal experience, and I was completely lost in a daze, unable to believe that this was actually happening. I didn't know what to say, or what to do, so I just sat there, staring at his glorious ass, watching him work his fingers into his puckered asshole, moaning softly as he did so. But eventually, he looked back at me, a confident smile on his face. "Well? Are you gonna fuck me, Taylor?"

I couldn't answer... I was frozen, still in shock, overwhelmed by the situation, unsure of what to do next. But after a moment, I managed to stammer out something. "Um... I... I... I don't know... I mean, I don't know if I'm ready..."

Derek laughed, "You're ready, Taylor. Trust me, you're ready. I see you staring at my ass, and you're obviously turned on by it... why else would you be here? You wanna fuck my ass, don't you?"

I nodded, swallowing nervously, trying to keep myself composed, trying to keep my voice steady and calm, even though my heart was pounding wildly in my chest. "Yes... yes, I do..."

Derek chuckled, "Then go ahead, Taylor. Take your shot."

I swallowed again, and then slowly lowered myself down onto the bed, crawling forwards until I was hovering above Derek's gorgeous ass, gazing down at his round, juicy bubble-butt, staring at his perfectly shaped buns, at his sexy, muscular thighs, and then finally, at his pink, puckered sphincter, staring at that gaping hole, waiting for me to enter it. I was enthralled by it, by how deferential, how downright submissive he was being, purely for my benefit, just to let me experiment and figure out what I wanted to do with him. And then, I realized that I had to make my move. I had to show him that I was willing to take things further, that I was serious about exploring this new side of myself. So, I leaned forward, and I pushed my little cock head into Derek's tight, warm rectum, feeling him push back against me, welcoming me into his body, taking me deep inside him, letting me slip past his ring, penetrating his ass for the very first time.

There I was. I had taken a real step forward, to full on dick-in-ass action. And as a wave of pleasure washed over me, I was filled with certainty. This was right. This was where I wanted to be... with my best friend, the one person I trusted implicitly, the one person I could always count on to support me, to understand me, to love me unconditionally, no matter what happened, no matter what I did, no matter how weird, how kinky, how wrong, or how bad it was... Derek would always be there for me. And nothing proved that to me more than the smile on his face as he looked back at me, now that I had taken that final step, and I had begun to fuck him.

"That's it, Taylor," he murmured, "Enjoy yourself. Fuck my ass with your cute little dick."

God, I had no idea hearing Derek talk like that would turn me on so much. Hearing him call me 'cute' while I was fucking him made me feel like a dirty little slut, like I was really becoming the kind of person that I had always secretly wanted to be. And as I continued to fuck him, sinking my dick deeper and deeper into his hot, tight ass, I found myself enjoying every second of it, reveling in the sensations, the power, the dominance, the sense of control I was experiencing as I fucked my friend's ass.

"Hey, Taylor... pull out for a second. I want to try something," Derek said, looking back at me, and I immediately complied, pulling my cock out of his ass, and leaving it hanging in the air, while I waited for his instructions. Then, he turned around, laying down on the bed, his arms spread wide. "Come here... I wanna hug ya. Hold my pretty little friend as he fucks me." I crawled over to him, and without hesitation, I reached forward, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight, and then I resumed sliding my dick back inside him, sinking my cock into his hole, once again impaling him on my pole. "Mmmm... that's it, baby. Just take it slow. Let me feel your warmth inside me."

I did as he asked, pushing my cock in and out of his ass, savoring the sensation of being inside him, the way he moaned as I buried my cock into him, the way he wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight. He wanted this to be so special, so intimate... just for me. I could tell that he loved the fact that I was the first person to ever fuck him in the ass, and I felt the same way about him. We were so close, so connected, and I knew that we would be together forever. And as I fucked him, I started thinking about our relationship, about how close we were, how I could trust him with absolutely anything, how I could share anything with him. The realization hit me that I had crossed a line. We weren't friends anymore. We were lovers. And I was so happy.

I forced myself to go slower. I deeply, desperately needed this to last. And all the while, he serenaded me with sweet, loving words, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, telling me how beautiful I was, how amazing I was making him feel, how amazing it was to finally feel my dick inside him. And as I continued to fuck him, I could hear his breathing growing heavier, and soon enough, I knew that he was approaching his climax. I couldn't believe it... I was actually going to make him cum!

And sure enough, after only a few moments, I felt him tense up, his whole body shaking, his ass clenching around my cock, and then suddenly, he let out a loud gasp, shuddering in pleasure as he came. His cock twitched as I continued to pound him, spurting ropes of hot cum onto his stomach, coating his abs. And as I watched him cum, I could feel myself reaching my own climax, heat surging through my veins, my balls tightening up, and then finally, I erupted, the condom holding my load inside. And when I finished coming, I collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. I didn't even care I was smearing his cum on his stomach around, and I just laid there, listening to his soft, satisfied breaths, reveling in the closeness, the intimacy, the pure joy of having fucked my best friend.

Afterwards, we lay there for a long time, just cuddling together, resting, basking in the afterglow of our incredible session. His little bedroom had noticeably heated up, and the sweaty smell of sex hung thick in the air. But we didn't care. He was my hunky, muscular stud, I was his adorable little nerd, and we were both so incredibly happy. As we lay there, I felt Derek's hand reach up behind me, gently stroking my hair. "So cute... so, so cute. Look at you... so happy. I think I might have done something right today."

Oh, he was so right. I was so happy, so content, so fulfilled... and I knew that I'd never forget this day. Not ever. With a little giggle, I nuzzled right in tight, and he pulled me even closer, wrapping his strong arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I almost felt like I could've just drifted off to sleep right then and there, but Derek tussled my hair playfully, "Alright, Taylor, you dirty boy... let's get cleaned up, alright?" Slowly, we crawled off the bed, and he took me by the hand. Hand in hand, we walked over to the bathroom, and I felt myself blushing at the implication of what was about to happen. "Are... are we going to shower together?" I asked, glancing over at him, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

He smiled, "Of course we are. Taylor, you just fucked my ass. What's two boys getting wet together in comparison?" He was right, of course. It was silly to be embarrassed. Still, I was nervous, and I couldn't help but feel awkward. But he put me at ease, taking me by the hand and leading me into the bathroom and turning on the water. And then, us two sticky, sweaty boys stood under the spray, washing away the evidence of our naughtiness. Seeing him wet and naked, his muscles glistening under the hot water, his firm, chiseled body soaking wet, sent a surge of excitement coursing through my veins, and I couldn't help but stare at him, drinking in the sight of him, memorizing every inch of his perfect body, knowing that I would never get tired of seeing him like this. And as I thought about that, I realized that I would surely get to see him like this whenever I wanted now. And as I imagined what that would be like, I felt a sudden rush of desire, and I started to become aroused again.

Of course, he spotted my little boner right away, and he grinned. "Taylor, you're getting hard again," he teased, "You like that, huh? You like seeing your big, strong boyfriend standing in front of you, dripping wet, totally nude?"

"Uh huh," I whispered, feeling my cheeks burn red.

He leaned in, kissing me softly, running his hands along my sides, caressing my hips, pressing his naked body against mine. "Well, maybe I should take care of that for you," he chuckled, "Just say the word."

I swallowed nervously, nodding. "Yeah," I replied, "Maybe... yeah, please do."

Giving me one more gentle peck, he then knelt down right in front of me and my erection, wrapping his hand around my shaft, slowly stroking it, causing me to shudder in pleasure. "Ooh, you like that, don't you? You like feeling your boyfriend's big, strong hand stroking your dick?"

"Yeah..." I stammered, trying to hide my embarrassment, but unable to stop from smiling. Wordlessly, he then began to wrap his lips around my cock, sucking and licking my shaft, and I moaned in delight, arching my back and thrusting my hips forward, wanting to feel his lips wrapped around me, wanting to feel his hot, wet mouth devouring my dick. But as I was preoccupied with that sensation, that allowed him to surprise me. I was barely able to stammer out, "Wait, what are you..." as his hand crept along my backside, slipping between my legs, dipping down into my crack, and then I gasped in shock as he pressed his finger deep into my asshole. Instantly, a sharp yelp of pleasure escaped my lips, and I closed my eyes, trembling as he explored my tight little hole, massaging it, stretching it, fingering it.

"Oh god," I moaned, "That feels so fucking good!"

"Does it, baby?" he chuckled, "I'm glad. I'm glad you like it. Because I'm gonna keep doing it until you beg me to stop."

"Nooo," I panted, "Please... oh god... please don't stop..."

He kept on playing with my ass, twisting and turning his finger, plunging it deeper and deeper inside me, and I could feel my arousal rising quickly, my cock throbbing in his mouth, begging for release. His two-pronged assault on my ass and my cock was driving me crazy, and I felt myself losing control, my voice cracking. The first time was about taking it slow... now this time was about intensity. He was going to drive me insane. And I knew that he would succeed. He kept on working me over, sucking and slurping on my cock, fingering my ass, and I groaned in ecstasy, my entire body shaking, my head spinning, my heart pounding in my chest, my toes curling. My cock was about ready to explode, and I knew that I was going to cum if he didn't stop. Of course, he had no intent of stopping. He was determined to give me the most intense orgasm of my life. So, as I bucked and writhed in pleasure, he kept on going, sucking and slurping on my cock, fingering my ass, and I knew that I was going to cum any second now. Any second... and then... I did.

With a loud cry, I exploded, shooting rope after rope of cum straight down his throat, and he kept on swallowing, milking me dry, keeping me on edge until I was completely spent. Then, finally, he removed his fingers from my ass, and I opened my eyes, looking down at him. He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and I could see his tongue glistening with my juices, his lips shiny and wet. But after he got up and spent another few moments under the shower's stream, all of it was washed away again. And as I looked at him, I couldn't help but smile. He was still beautiful, still perfect, and I knew that I would always love him.

As I was completely spent at that point, he grabbed the shower gel, squirted some into his palm, and then rubbed it all over my body. He knew I was incredibly sensitive after being fucked, and he knew how much I loved to be touched, so he went above and beyond, rubbing his hands all over my skin, kneading my muscles, caressing my body, making sure that every inch of my skin was thoroughly coated in soap. And as he worked, I couldn't help but admire his the sheer look of happiness on his face, the way he gazed at me, the way he ran his hands all over me. It was clear that he loved touching me, and I loved letting him touch me. Gently and lovingly, he washed me down, and when he was finished, he turned me around, and lathered my hair. He used his hands to massage my scalp, working my hair, and I sighed, leaning into his hands, enjoying the sensation. He was so gentle... I was practically being pampered.

Once he was finished, he kissed me softly. He grinned, and then stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel for me. He dried me off, and then, before I could say anything, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, carrying me out of the bathroom and towards the bed. I felt like a princess, being carried by my knight in shining armor, and I buried my face into his neck, inhaling his fresh scent, loving the feel of his warm, muscular body. We reached the bed, and he gently placed me down onto it, lying me down on my back and then laying down beside me. As he pulled the covers over us, I couldn't stifle a yawn, and I glanced over at him.

"Sleep well, Taylor," he said, reaching over and giving me a soft kiss.

"Good night, Derek," I mumbled, already drifting off to sleep. As I fell asleep, I did so secure in the knowledge that a new part of my life had just started.