Still standing in the entrance way Blake hardly paid attention to the teen boy, his eyes tracked Liz as she walked away. When he heard the door shut his attention snapped back in that direction, he wasn't going to bolt out the door, but the sound of it closing and the lock being engaged made him feel trapped. Eyes wide, he turned in the direction Liz went and started to walk into the living room with the intent to follow her into the kitchen.
David's heart leapt for joy seeing the girl, Blake, look at him wide-eyed, with a smile on her face. 'She looks so happy, be cool, be cool, act like it is no big deal that she is excited as you are to spend time together.' He thought to himself as he picked up his pace to get ahead of the girl. As he moved to step in front of her his hand touched her lower back and he motioned with his other hand to the couch. "Let's sit here while they talk, I would umm..." He forced himself to look the girl in the eye, seeing her wide-eyed look as she peered up at him helped him cement his confidence. "We could talk and watch tv or whatever."
"Oh..." Blake said, feeling the taller boy's hand on his back. With the teen standing so close Blake was forced to crane his neck to look him in the face. It made Blake feel diminutive, a feeling that wasn't a novelty to him, but with how he was dressed it made him also feel vulnerable. With a swallow he allowed himself to be guided to the sofa, where he smoothed the skirt of the dress out as he sat like he had been taught, feeling very much like a spotlight was shining at him.
"So you are staying with Liz for the summer, that's cool. I mean she seems nice. Are you having fun?" David said, running his left hand through his curly messy hair. 'Are you having fun? Come on, you can do better than that.'
Pressing his thighs together Blake could feel his nylon covered smooth legs rubbing against one another, his mind was too occupied with the situation to consider it, but his lower mind, the more animalistic one was paying attention to the almost erotic feeling. He loved running his hand along Liz's legs the few times she wore pantyhose or the one time she wore stockings. "Liz... Miss Liz is nice." His words felt hesitant, she was more than nice, she was amazing and the two really did have some fun, they had some fun right here on this couch. "Yeah, we have fun." Blake added with a small shrug of his shoulders, the movement reminding him of the bra wrapped around him and making him feel the same vulnerability come over him again. He didn't want to sit here with some teen kid, but he had been told he had to be nice, and he had to listen to the 'adults' and they hadn't invited him along with them when they went off to talk.
"Yeah!? What do the two of you get up to for fun?" David asked, his heart beating faster with the pretty girl willingly sitting so close to him that their thighs were practically touching. He had a girlfriend once and they had even kissed a few times, but mostly they just held hands. It lasted for all of a month. Dating her was great and it had been nice to have a date to homecoming and part of him wondered if he could date Blake and not screw it up before prom for his senior year. 'Don't get ahead of yourself, you always do this!'
"Oh, ahh, umm.. " Blake started to run his thumb across the smooth surface of his painted nails again, much like he had done while waiting not long ago. "You know, girl stuff. Painting our nails and makeup and trying on dresses." It was not what Blake would call fun, but it had been a real activity they had done, just not one he wanted to happen.
"I should have known." David said, laughing awkwardly as he ran his left hand through his hair again. "It is pretty, you know."
"Hmm?" Blake looked up from his hands with a questioning look.
"Your dress, I mean." The nervous boy said quickly to answer her unasked question, but looking into her eyes he felt compelled to say more. He had watched his last girlfriend put on her makeup a few times, he could tell Blake had put in effort with eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow. He was sure there was more she did, but he didn't know all the things girls did for their makeup. It made him wonder briefly if she had done it because that is just what she did everyday or if it was because she knew he was coming home. Either way, he felt smitten. "Well, your dress, your outfit... and of course you."
Blake had started to look away from David, to look at the feminine attire he had been forced, or at least compelled to wear, but as the boy continued his attention snapped back up to him. "What?" He asked weakly.
Clearing his throat David tried to center himself and push on, he wanted to compliment her, but he had mostly rambled instead of just saying what he wanted to say. "I was trying to say... I am saying. Blake, I think you and your outfit are pretty, beautiful really."
Opening his mouth for a second to respond Blake had no words, he moved his jaw like he was saying something, just nothing even came to mind as he tried to process what was just said. 'Be.. bea... beautiful? No, no he is saying the dress or outfit or whatever, we were talking about clothes. It isn't as if he likes me or anything, he couldn't like boys.' Closing his mouth Blake curled the ends of his lips back up as he nervously smiled. "You ah, I like the zipper on your shirt." Blake said the first thing that came to mind before his eyes settled on the teen boy's jeans and thinking how much he wished he was wearing them instead of pantyhose. "I wish I had your jeans." He said with a small laugh.
David's eyebrows shot up, the girl acted so shy, but then she would say something so bold as to tell him how she wished she could take off his pants. One of his friends had said he had gone all the way and he had heard other guys bragging about getting a blow job, he wasn't sure if they were telling the truth. David had never even done over the clothes stuff. And here he was now sitting next to a girl who was openly admitting, at least in private, just the two of them that she desired him. Scooting closer to her so his body touched hers, he put one arm behind her on the couch and the other atop her lap and one of her hands as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. He was going to kiss her on the lips, she had been brave enough to say she wanted him that he just had to act, but as he leaned in he couldn't help but second guess himself, settling on a kiss to her cheek.
Freezing in place every muscle in Blake's body seized up as the boy's presence practically swallowed him up as he got closer. A hand much larger than his own pressed down on his hand in his lap, while another was draped behind him, all of that was before the wet soft feeling came to his cheek. 'He kissed me! A boy kissed me! Oh no, oh no, oh no!' Blake practically screamed in his own mind. Without considering how he was sitting he slowly turned his head to the boy a few years younger than himself. It wasn't until Blake was looking into David's deep brown eyes that he realized his mistake and just how close they were. The world started to slow down to Blake as he watched, unable to move as David leaned in once again.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Heather had started the coffee pot to brew as she told Liz a little about their trip. "So there we were having a good family vacation for once when David let it slip how much happier he was sitting by the hotel's pool than off helping build a house on a mission trip with our church." Heather rolled her eyes as she let out a huff. "It turns out he had signed up so he could be with his little girlfriend or ex girlfriend. That had lasted a full minute, but they were cute together. Well since they broke up, he no longer wanted to go and just figured the problem would go away if he didn't tell anyone." Heather stopped talking momentarily to pour the freshly brewed coffee into a pair of mugs and handed one over to her captive audience.
"Sounds like boys, not thinking things through." Lizbeth said thinking about how Blake had come over not only without permission, but against her wishes. "Do they ever grow out of it?"
The question made Heather snort as she laughed. "No, but if you find the right man for you they can be manageable."
The word manageable made Lizbeth smirk, she had managed her boyfriend into pretending to be a girl. "So I take it you came home to make him go to live up to his commitments?"
Heather nodded her head as she swallowed some of her hot caffeinated beverage. "Yes, but as it turns out, my incredibly bright son." She paused to give the young woman across the table from her a firm look seeing if she caught on to the sarcasm. "Forgot the trip had been postponed for a week. So instead my little trip home is going to give my husband and other son more time to bond. Unless you feel up to watching both Blake and David?"
"You want me to..." Lizbeth hadn't finished her hesitant sentence before Heather shook her head and waved her hand in the air as if to wipe a chalkboard clean.
"No, heavens no. It was just a bit of wishful thinking on my part." Heather let out a long tired sigh. If she had known about the mission trip before their vacation she could have been inclined to cancel it for her son, maybe depending on her mood and if David had told her about the schedule change instead of just begrudgingly showing her the initial email she could still be relaxing. It had been a trial and a half to get a full month off from work. The more she thought about it all the more it boiled her blood, it wasn't like a eighteen year old could do something like this without a parental signature and no matter how much David swore his father signed the form it didn't change the fact that her husband didn't even so much as recall the conversation. The worst part is she really wasn't sure who to believe.
"Okay, okay." Lizbeth pressed her lips together hard in a line. She was enjoying the freedom and break from her parents here in the Mauro household, but all good things had to come to an end. It wasn't the end of the world she would be back in a week, so long as Mrs Mauro wanted her to. "I can pack my things and leave you and David to relax shortly."
Tilting her head to the side slightly Heather gave the girl a perplexed look before nodding, understanding her thought process. "Liz, no. You told me how nice it was to be out on your own. We made plans for you to be here and I do not see why you can't stay. It will be nice to have some girls around for once."
"Really!?" Lizbeth said, eyes bright with hope. She was willing to accept the temporary exile, it wasn't like she had a choice or so she thought. The young woman felt excited, or at least she did till Heather spoke again.
"Of course Liz, in fact I insist. No reason for you and Blake to head back to your place when you were planning on keeping her here with you."
"Yeah... Blake." Lizbeth said softly.
"You said the two of you were going to head out to get something to eat, how about we make it a foursome." Heather, being the type of person who was used to being in charge and getting her way, stood up without waiting for an answer and stepped into the living room just in time to see the two teenagers cuddling close together and about to kiss. "David, go put on a clean shirt from your room, we are going to head out to get something to eat with Liz and Blake and we don't need you wearing a shirt with a stain on it." Heather said pretending like she hadn't just caught the teens about to makeout.
Hearing his mother David jumped back on the couch and then quickly to his feet. He gave a sheepish look to Blake, once more running his hand through his messy curly brown hair. "I, ahh, I will be right back." He said before dashing up the stairs to his bedroom, feeling embarrassed for being caught, but he also had an energetic thrill after being with Blake for just a short time and hitting it off so well.
With David stomping up the stairs, Blake looked red as a tomato as Lizbeth stepped into the room. She looked at her disguised boyfriend curiously. "Are you okay, hon?"
Blake opened his mouth, then closed it as he looked away, unable to meet his girlfriend's gaze after he had been kissed by a boy. Unlucky for him he didn't have to say a word, David's mother was more than happy to fill in the silence.
"Oh, she is fine. Just embarrassed a bit after I caught her and my David smooching."
Her eyes widening enough that Lizbeth felt like they might pop out of her skull she looked at Blake like he had grown an extra head with how outrageous the claim was, but when he still didn't look at her she felt somehow more astonished. She wasn't mad at the idea of her boyfriend kissing someone else, the fact that he was pretending to be a girl four years his junior and had kissed a boy invoked something different. The idea of her little man being a boy's girl made her feel turned on. "No need to feel embarrassed Blake, David is a cute boy and I have good news. It seems the Mauro's will be home all week so the two of you will have plenty of time to get to know one another."