Date: Wed, 7 May 2008 20:19:05 -0400 From: NA Subject: Robby and Jake- Chapter Two I'm looking for detailed feedback on my writing and the story in general, feel free to email me at: Laxrocks33@mac.com Robby and Jake II. After a few minutes of napping and recuperating, the boys open their slightly groggy eyes, still lying next to each other. Robby is the first to speak. "Jake, um, what did we just do man?" Jake keeps smiling, although he feels rather uncomfortable too. "Honestly Robby, I have no idea, but it felt good, so let's not give it too much thought." Jake gets up off the bed and grabs his boxers, sliding them on and saying "on second thought man, let's take a shower and clean up quickly." Robby looks at Jake curiously-he had already came and had lost most of his libido -but Jake clarifies by saying "nothing weird, just to get us clean." Robby acquiesces and hops off the bed, still naked and a bit tired from his intense orgasm. He walks toward the bathroom groggily, unsure of himself and unable to address Jake confidently. He moves the glass shower door to the side and switches on the cold water, turning around and speaks to Jake's chest, because he is unwilling to look him in the eyes for now. "Well, we might as well shower together, we already did all...that...stuff." Robby steps into the shower and makes room for Jake, who takes off his boxers and hops in. Jake hasn't had the chance to cum yet, and he's still rather horny although his boner has retreated into a half-flaccid state. He's being deferential to Robby and not letting his horniness get the better of him, waiting until his friend is in the mood to explore their lascivious desires again. Jake walks into the shower, careful not to touch Robby or even talk to him too much; he wants his friend to be comfortable, and that comfort will only come with gentle patience. The boys are both under the water; it drips down their slender backs and flicks away any impurities their bodies may have acquired. Jake rubs his hands through his slick hair, caressing it and refreshing himself. Robby is more subdued, only letting the water grace his matted hair as he rubs the drops of cum Jake couldn't catch from his thighs. Robby finally says something, after both boys have soaped their respective bodies up. "That wasn't too bad Jake, I mean, it was so weird, but at least it felt great." Robby looks Jake in the eyes and only offers a curled smile, nearly indistinguishable in the steamy haze of the glass- encrusted shower. Robby is satisfied and content, shedding his misgivings and apprehensions while the water is suctioned away by some larger force. Jake gets out first, and hands Robby a towel as his friend steps out of the shower. Jake dries his face and hair first, letting it remain shaggy and moppy on top. He then lethargically dries his body, enjoying the intimacy of the clouded bathroom. Robby takes his towel and lets his hair remain wet as well, the water dripping down the nape of his neck. It seems natural, their communal nakedness, and the boys barely look at each other as they dry off, feeling as though they had reached a new level of comfort with their bodies. Robby wraps his towel around his waist and walks out of the bathroom, with Jake following behind. Robby goes onto the computer, sitting at his desk chair, and Jake stands over him, his hands on Robby's shoulders. "So Robby, whaddya think Sara would have thought of all this?" Jake laughs at his own joke, and Robby ponders the question, furrows his brow, and answers curtly: "She would have either loved it or hated it, one or the other." Jake takes his cell phone from his discarded jeans and begins to type a text message. When Robby inquires as to whom it's to, Jake says "I'm texting Sara, nothing about this, I'm just seeing what she's up to, you don't mind right?" Robby cocks his head around and gives Jake a look of both intent and understanding and says "nothing about this, at all." Jake nods his head and plops his still naked body down on Robby's bed, finishing up his text and waiting for a reply. Robby goes on the computer but finds nothing of interest, so he stands up and stretches, his body still glorified in its barest state. Robby grabs a stray pair of boxers from his closet and pulls them on, and tosses another pair to Jake, "you can keep them off if you want man." Jake doesn't put on the boxers but covers his junk with them, only because he's getting slightly cold. Jake's phone vibrates and he checks it, reading the contents aloud to Robby. "Sara says she's like two blocks away and wants to know if we can hang out, what should I say?" Robby immediately spins around, contorting his body and staring at Jake with a frantic look on his face. He's momentarily unsure of how to respond, but manages to pull himself together and say decisively "yeah, let her come over, but we need to get dressed now! Jake I'm so nervous already, will you try to fix me up with her?" Robby talks as he grabs his jeans and shirt and throws them on haphazardly. He then goes to the mirror and messes with his hair and slides into his sneakers. All this is done before Jake can even manage to pull on the pair of boxers previously resting on top of his soft penis. Jake laughs as he pulls himself off the bed and into a pair of shorts. "Chill out Robby, just be yourself, we aren't going to tell her what we did, and of course I'm going to try and get you guys together, just follow my leads." Jake finishes putting on his shirt as the doorbell rings. Robby walks away from the mirror and toward the front door, with Jake loosely following, Robby's heart beating a Cuban drum in the midst of revolution. Robby pulls open the door gently, unsure of what to expect. Sara is standing in the doorway, her svelte figure appearing as the door opens like a silhouetted Elijah requesting a sip from the virgin cup. At first she wears a demure visage, which morphs into bubbly affection at the sight of seeing her two friends. Her skin, tanned and almost Greek in tone, is barely shadowed by dark hairs of silk on her forearms and perfectly smooth and velvety elsewhere. A pair of dark blue jeans envelops her legs, and a black tank top is covered by a tight-fitting gray sweatshirt that drapes over her curvaceous frame. Her lustrous eyes move from Jake in the background to Robby, and she looks him over discreetly, thinking to herself that Robby really does have a great sense of style, although part of her is curious to know what his body looks like sans the superfluous garments. Sara steps into the apartment, inhaling the air still steamy from the running shower, and smiles, almost smirks, at Robby. Jake, seeing this, scurries in front of his friend to hug Sara before she can lean in to hug Robby. Jake and Sara are good friends, and Sara, while slightly ambivalent, lets Jake squeeze her tightly. She giggles discreetly and says "wow Jake, it's like you really missed me, I only saw you like 2 hours ago in class silly!" Sara's eyes perk up and she gives Jake a small pat on the cheek, like an owner rewarding an obedient pup. Robby's innate jealously flares, but he quells it by reminding himself that Jake is on his side. He waits for Jake to finish greeting Sara bombastically, when they're done, he simply looks at her and offers a pursed smile in lieu of a more boisterous salutation. However, the intent is clear, and Sara smiles back, her lips shimmering with gloss, and her hand graces Robby's wrist and palm as her smile changes from intimate to radiant. "So Robby, have you been keeping an eye on Jake, making sure he's not getting into too much trouble?" Again, the same smile. Although she tries hard to subdue it, the attraction is clear, and it pains Sara to offer Robby the same smile she would deign upon any other boy. However, she persists, and shaking the specter of Robby's allure from her mind, she regains her outward indifference. Robby pauses before answering, and does so while looking Sara straight in the eyes. He is entranced by them: their sullen, silent gaze tinged with a warm, communal loneliness. He has to physically shake his head to break his stare, and replies in a voice of slightly feigned confidence, "oh I'm doing the best I can, but you know Jake, he can get pretty crazy." Robby has a hard time saying this without shooting Jake a glance, which Jake returns with a mischievously evil wink. Sara, unable to catch the double entendre, nods her head in agreement, giving Jake another demeaning "humph" while innocently giggling. "Well good job Robby, it's not always easy to keep Jake here in line. So, what do you boys want to do?" Sara's eyes dart around the room and she walks into the living room, taking a seat on the black leather sofa. Robby and Jake follow her, and Robby sits on the couch next to Sara while Jake leans against the armchair perpendicular to the couch. Jake says "I dunno Sara, you're the one that wanted to come over, you think of something!" Jake laughs, entertain himself mostly, and stands up and scampers into the adjacent kitchen. He calls out from inside, "hey guys, look what I found in the fridge!" Jake returns holding a six-pack of Corona beer. Robby and Sara glance at each other while Jake is talking, and Robby finds it difficult not to stare at the stunning grace of Sara's physique. However, he restrains himself, and Sara responds to the tantalizing treat Jake has uncovered. "Eww Jake! It's a school night! Well, if you boys have one each then I'll have one too..." Sara lets her words trail off, unsure of whether this was the best answer, but she trusts Jake as a friend and her gut tells her Robby is a good boy, whatever that might end up meaning.