Markwildyr.com,Post #258

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Well, Cliff’s seen Li’l Honey Bunnyagain, and the sight knocked his socks off. What do you suppose is going tohappen next? Let’s find out.

 

 

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LI’LHONEY BUNNY

The day went more slowly thanusual, but eventually it passed. After my shift, I rushed home, showered—forthe second time that day—shaved—ditto—and spent too much time deciding what towear, eventually settling on a pair of walking shorts I’d been told fit menicely in the rear, and a sleeveless polo shirt. As I gave myself a final checkin the mirror, I felt kinda foolish. I hadn’t made such elaborate preparationsfor my last date with a girl. Nonetheless, I felt good as I left for thebowling alley.

Bunny was already at the alleyand looked super in shorts and a muscle shirt that fit like original skin. Myenthusiasm waned when he had two girls in tow. I knew them both, but one,Eileen Whipper, I’d dated in high school. Disappointed though I was, I had toadmit she looked better than the high school Eileen.

“Cliffy!” she exclaimed,opening her arms to me. Nothing to do but move into them.

“Eileen, it’s been too long.”

She held me at arm’s lengthand put a scowl on her face. “You promised to write.”

“That I did, but even my folksdidn’t get a letter. Thought I’d breeze through my classes like in Eldorado,but college is a little tougher. Takes more time.”

She cocked an eye. “That’s yourexcuse?”

“Well, that and sloth.”

“Now I’m starting to believeyou.”

The other girl was closer toBunny’s age, and I knew her only slightly. He reintroduced me to Lila.

Naturally, it was a case of usagainst them, me and Eileen against Bunny and Lila. That was okay. Either way,I got to watch his athletic form do the windup, take the steps, and let go ofthe ball, skewing sideways at the end with his hips cocked. Smooth as chocolatefudge flowing over cherry ice cream. And about as delicious. Strangely, mylicentious thoughts about him made my own butt tingle every time I bowled.

Halfway through the set, I hada thought that almost made me toss a gutter ball. I’d fooled around with a fewguys before, but it had always been a casual thing… you know, guys helping oneanother after striking out on a double date. But here I was actively lustingafter another guy. That was new territory. But there it was. Apparently,nothing to worry about because we were stuck with two gals for the night, andfrom the way Lila clung to her guy, he probably wasn’t going home needytonight. Well, crap!

The set was a close one, but Bunnyand his partner aced us out… probably because I bowled right after Bunny did,and the image of his manly body performing that sexy toss threw me off my game.I was surprised he didn’t start in on that “make me eat my words” thing rightaway, but he didn’t.

We ate in the alley’srestaurant afterward, and I put on a good face even though the night wasn’tgonna turn out the way I wanted, you know, with some one-on-one bonding timewith Bunny.

At the end of the meal, thegirls excused themselves to go to the powder room, so I took the opportunity todrain the pipe. As I was finishing, Bunny entered and stepped to the urinalbeside me.

I’d never experienced “shykidneys” before, but I got an attack of them right then. My stream promptly driedup, yet I didn’t want to leave. Even though there was a modesty panel betweenus, standing side by side holding our private parts in our hands seemed eroticon its own.

“Cliff?”

“Yeah,” I managed to answerand sound natural.

“I’m not into it tonight. Whatsay we ditch the girls and get a six-pack.”

Dunno why, but somehow I hadto make a joke out of it. “Gotcha. You’re not old enough, so you gotta rely onme to buy the booze.”

“Something like that. Yougame?”

“Sure.”

The girls had arrived in theirown car, so we didn’t have to take them home. I was gratified to notice thatEileen seemed as disappointed as Lila. Maybe that boded well for later.

At any rate, after they pulledout of the parking lot, I turned to Bunny to find him watching me.

“You sure you’re okay withgoing stag?” he asked. “Eileen seemed interested.”

“Went with her for a while inhigh school. I’m sure we’ll see one another again. Lila looked disappointedtoo.”

He shrugged. “Getting toointense. I’ll be leaving for college in a couple of months and need to put somedistance between us.” He held up a hand. “I’m not dumping her, you understand.Just trying to prepare us both for what’s coming.”

“Whatever you do, don’tpromise to write her… unless you intend to do it. Things get busy on a collegecampus.”

“Gotcha.”

We agreed on a private placeto demolish a six pack, and I drove to the liquor store to pick up the boozewhile he drove on to stake out a spot. I grabbed the first two six packs out ofthe cooler I saw, threw money on the counter and broke the speed limit to astand of woods just outside of town, holding my breath and praying he’d bethere.

Sure enough, when I pulledinto the grove, there was his Chevy Impala. Grabbing a deep breath and the twosix packs, I scrambled out of my car and slid into the passenger seat of his.

“Ah, salvation!” he breathed,tearing one of the cans out of the container and popping the lid. He took a heftydraft, smacked his lips, and muttered, “Nirvana.”

With something else in mind, Iblurted, “Not quite but almost.”

“Huh?”

To cover my blunder, Iexplained that by the end of his first semester, he’d have had so much beerthat the bloom was off the lily. Still an enjoyable relief from pressure, butsurely not Nirvana.

He seemed to accept myexplanation, settling himself more comfortably and spreading his legs.Unconscious or on purpose?

“So tell me about it. Let meknow what to expect?”

“It?” I asked. Surely not the itI had in mind.

“You know. College.”

So I blathered on for half anhour while our supply of beer steadily dwindled. I went easy, leaving more forhim. Devious son of a bitch, wasn’t I?

At length, he surprised me. “Whatabout sex?”

My mouth dried up, my stomachclinched, but I managed to sound halfway normal. “I’m game if you are.”

He laughed and slapped thesteering wheel. “No, you goofball. What about sex on campus. Give me somepointers.

My stomach dropped down intomy bowels… followed shortly thereafter by my expectations.

 

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As we all know,things don’t always turn out the way we plan. Wonder how Cliff’s going tohandle the rest of the summer with Bunny still around? Well, there’s one moreinstallment, so I guess we’ll find out.

 

I now have thecover for the upcoming Huntinghawk, but JMS won’t let me give anyone apeek yet. I like it, and hopefully, so will you. The release date is sometimein February. I’ll keep you posted.

 

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See you later.

 

 

Mark

 

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