Page 18 of Finding Alfred
We talked quietly after that, and eventually, Alfred told me about his parents. When he came out to them in his senior year of high school, they changed. How do parents go from loving and caring to total disinterest because of that one little thing? So what if you don’t like it. But that’s what they did to him. They stopped communicating with him completely. They didn’t even attend his graduation ceremony. He moved out and lived in the dorms at college without bothering to tell them where he was going or why, and they didn’t ask. He hadn’t spoken to them since. It seemed weird, but my story wasn’t less so.
“Parents suck. My mom doesn’t talk to me either, but I don’t think it had anything to do with the gay thing,” I told him. “She moved to another town to be closer to her work when I was probably about ten. She sent uncle money for a year or two before that stopped, too.”
“That sucks, Jackie.”
“Yeah, but I think that helped drive me closer to Brock. I mean, we were friends before that, but now we had something life-changing in common.”
“His mom left him, too?”
“Yep. When he was a baby, she dropped him off with Pops. But that’s his story to tell.”
“Sure. I get it. And I see how that made you closer.” He squeezed my hand.
“Yeah, but we still had my uncle and Pops. They were great. And—”
“Hey, you.” A light flashed in my eyes. “What are you—? Jackie? Jackie Corbin? What are you doing out here?”
“Officer Browning, uh, hi. We’re only star gazing.” I gestured to the sky.
“Lord. If I don’t have enough trouble dealing with these teens. Maybe go somewhere else to make out? Set a good example?”
“Sure.” It was hard to contain my laughter as Browning tapped on the window of the car next to us. “I guess that’s our queue.”
“Guess so. This was nice, though, Jackie. Thanks.”
I kissed him but made it quick rather than risk the wrath of Officer Luther Browning. He’d been around forever, but he was older than me by a few years. I mostly knew him from Sharon who worked with the Sheriff’s office and was married to Brock’s cousin.
I drove Alfred home and kissed him at the door. “Want to come in?” he asked.
I wasn’t going to assume inviting me in meant sex. For me, I simply didn’t want the night to end yet. “Sure.”
We sat on the couch and sipped sweet wine and talked for a long time. He cuddled up under my arm, right where he belonged. I rubbed his shoulder, and he wiggled around. That led to kissing. And rubbing. And touching. And shirts off.
I flicked my tongue over his pebbled nipples, since they were impossible to resist. As was his belly. It wasn’t rock hard, but it was firm and when I mouthed it, he giggled.
“Jackie…”
I hadn’t expected sex but wasn’t against it either, so I leaned up and kissed him. “I want you, Alfred. You know that. But we can do whatever you want, and I’ll be happy.”
“What if I want you to fuck me?”
My heart went on a quick sprint. I swear it had never beat so fast. “I. Yeah, uh...condoms and lube?”
“Bedroom.”
I stood and held my hand out to him. When he placed his in mine, I knew I had his trust, and I didn’t want to ever do anything to ruin that.
His room was dark, and we didn’t bother turning on the light. “Wait here.” He scooted out to the bathroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my boots off. A few minutes later, Alfred walked in, wearing only his boxers, and tossed the supplies onto the bed. “Ready?”
“If you are.” I didn’t want this to feel like a transaction. It was anything but that. I dropped my jeans, leaving my tight boxers on and knee-walked up on the bed and pulled him into my arms. Continuing where we left off, I kissed him and nibbled his neck. He moaned and wrapped his legs around my waist, maneuvering me on top of him.
“Jackie…” He thrust his hips up into me and I felt his hard cock. I rubbed my hand down the length of it through his boxers.
“Want these off?”
“Y-Yes…”
