Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the first week, my theme is kinky stories. Come back for Week 2 (Romantic), Week 3 (Anything Goes), or Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy D is for Death.
I was free. Finally free. But I was free in the worst way possible. My parents were dead. Both of them.
My parents died in a car accident a week ago. They weren’t the most loved people, and very few people came to their memorial service. I had them cremated as soon as I could, and now their ashes were in the ground. I was free.
I walked out into the summer sunshine and took a deep breath. It was surreal, to say the least, but it was the best feeling I had had in a long time.
As long as I could remember, I had liked both boys and girls. My parents were bigoted assholes; God rest their souls. As long as they lived, I knew I couldn’t come out of the closet. I couldn’t talk to them about my feelings. I couldn’t date another guy. I had to hide that part of myself completely. But finally, at 29 years old, I was free for the first time in my life.
I didn’t know what to do with my newfound freedom. After college, I had thought about moving away, but it didn’t matter how far away I went, my parents were with me. My mother had never been particularly well, and I hadn’t wanted to stress her out any more than I had to. The whole situation was just terrible. I felt guilty for being relieved at their deaths, but it was my honest feeling.
Opening the door to my empty apartment, I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to be alone. I wanted to be with people. I wanted to be entirely surrounded by people.
The gay bar. I had always wanted to go there, but terror gripped me at the thought that someone would see me and my parents would find out. I knew that I should have gotten over it long ago, but I hadn’t been able to. Now I could go if I wanted to. And I wanted to.
The bodies were crushing on the dance floor. There were guys on all sides of me, wearing little to nothing on their chests and very tiny booty shorts. I was not that daring. Not yet, at least. I had on a pair of jean shorts and a loose t-shirt. Someone wrapped an arm around my stomach and ground his hips against my ass. I turned to see who it was and almost fell over. I probably would have if he hadn’t been holding me.
“Hey,” he yelled in my ear.
I nodded at him and turned away, trying to get my bearings. I went to high school with this guy. I hadn’t known he was gay. Maybe he wasn’t gay. I had no idea. I had just been an awkward teenager back then dealing with all sorts of emotional shit. I had been pretty wrapped up in myself to notice what other people were doing, but I had always thought he was hot as hell. And now he had wrapped himself around me to dance. Holy shit.
When the song ended, another came on, and the pressure of his body against mine eased. His hand grabbed my wrist lightly and urged me to turn around. I did, looking up at him. He was a few inches taller than me with light brown hair that was just long enough to be messed up when he ran his fingers through it. I wanted to run my fingers through it. He let go of my wrist and offered his hand for me to take. I did, and he started to guide me off the dance floor.
The second floor of the club had a bar, and that was where he took me.
“Can I get you a beer?” he asked.
I nodded. I still hadn’t spoken a word. I was terrified.
“I’ve never seen you here before.” He signaled the bartender for two beers.
I swallowed hard. “I’ve never been here before.”
I shook my head.
He nodded, understanding. “I’m glad you’re here now.”
“Why?” I asked, incredulous.
He smiled, feigning shyness. “I’ve always thought you were cute, but I didn’t think you were into guys.” He paused a second and a look of concern crossed his face. “You are into guys, aren’t you?”
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. “Yeah, I think so.”
He raised one eyebrow at me. “You think so.”
“Yeah,” I said. The bartender handed us each a beer, and I took a swig of mine. “I’ve never been with a guy before.”
He raised both eyebrows at me this time. “Come home with me tonight and let’s find out just how much you like guys,” he said.
It didn’t sound like a question, though I knew I should respond. I just didn’t know what I was going to say…
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