#35
I’ve never been attracted to men.
Seriously. No matter how handsome or beautiful a man is, or how feminine they look, I’ve never batted an eyelid at them. But Ally is different.
Of course, I won’t say this strange feeling is love. It’s not love or even affection… probably, it is affection, but it’s something different from usual. Maybe just Friendship, even. Nevertheless, I felt attracted to him.
Perhaps this feeling is not mine.
I’m pretty sure it’s not.
I mean, yeah, I feel like Ally is a good friend. But that’s all there is to it. Our relationship is shallow. This is my first time meeting him. The same goes for the others.
So this comfortable feeling, this attraction, I’m pretty sure it’s not mine. Instead, it is ‘him’, the man before me. The owner of this body.
I don’t know if he’s still alive or just sleeping inside me. Maybe his soul had already disappeared. Or maybe we’ve merged. I don’t know. But one thing is certain, his ‘heart’ is still here inside of me.
If it is, this feeling of every deja vu, sometimes unfounded dislike or attraction to something, which I could hardly understand, or the strange memories that often pop out in my head- memories not mine- would be reasonable.
“…Anyway, let’s go. There are too many people here.”
As I was feeling conflicted about this situation, these strange emotions and feelings inside of me that I could hardly understand, Ally grabbed my hand.
I was feeling repulsive. Or not. At least that was before. But right now, I feel nothing but relief and look at the back of my friend-cum-strange lover (it seems), and follow quietly.
As we weave through the crowd and head to where his mother was, my eyes strayed over to where Tina was now, sitting on the nearby couch with her friends, legs spread and relaxed like a cocky jock.
She was still wet, her swimsuit clinging to her toned but small frame, and when she noticed me looking, she smirked and gave me a wink—broad, smug, and laced with mischief—before turning back to the pack of women she was holding court with.
They were laughing loudly, slapping shoulders, and playfully jostling one another like drunk college bros. One of them let out a loud belch and was met with a chorus of approving cheers.
“Don’t look at them,” Ally told me.
I nodded as I followed him.
His mother, Morgana, was lounging in front of the bar. When she saw us, her eyes immediately found me, and she smiled. She had a knowing look in her eyes, especially when she saw me and Ally together.
“Come, dear,” she called. “Do you need anything, Ally?”
“No, mom, it’s just, Alvin is grabbing some unwanted attention there, so we came here.”
“Oh,” she looks at me. “Well, I guess I can understand that. You look… good, Alvin.”
“Thanks, Aunt Morgana,” I smirked. “You too,”
Morgana chuckled. “You and your sweet mouth. Anyway, come here. There’ll be no rude brats to come and bother you while I’m here. Anyway, I take it you two have sorted things out.”
“Mom, why did you tell him?” Ally snarled annoyingly at his mother. “I told you, if he seems to have forgotten about it, then let it be buried.”
“Oh, you, you know I can’t endure watching you cry every night. You’re worried about his accident, weren’t you?”
“He does?” I asked.
Ally’s face flushed.
“I did not!” she yelled.
I look at him, then at Morgana, and we both laugh.
“Well, he’s a great lover, I can understand your strange fixation with him… uhm, excuse me,” She turned around and asked the female bartender for drinks for us.
Ally rolled his eyes.
Now that I know about his, well, other side, somehow, despite being a guy, I can’t stop myself from looking at him with a strange filter. Every action of his seems to have become more feminine, more girly…
But what should I do with her? How should I go from here? I don’t have the answer to that. And it feels bothersome. I’m not gay. Although I don’t have anything against being one, it’s just that I’ve never been attracted to a man before.
But he’s not a man.
Not entirely.
I felt like that was not my voice.
I shook my head, feeling already strange as it is.
Yes. I grunted. He’s not a man. I’ve never been attracted to a man before. And I doubt I will be in the future.
So… since I am attracted to him… Ally is not a man! He’s a woman! A female best friend.
I walked closer to Ally and wrapped my arm around her. She looked at me strangely but didn’t push me away, even when I slid my hands inside her rashguard and felt her soft abdomen. I’m thankful for that. Or not. If she showed a bit of dissatisfaction or displeasure, I could have justified it. I could just have ended it, right then, right there.
I sigh. I don’t know if it’s relief or disappointment, or just plain acceptance. I accepted the colorful cocktail Morgana handed me, sipping it gratefully as the two of them chatted.
“So? How’s the party? Enjoying??” she asked.
I put my glass on the tray and walked over to Morgana. I spread my arms and hugged her waist, like it was the most natural thing to do, feeling her taut abdomen in my cheeks, “yep, it was great,” and it was not just the party. Her body as well. It helped cool down over this roller coaster of emotions I’m having.
Although Donna’s slim but toned body is good, as well as Ally’s thin and slender physique, nothing beats curvy and fleshy women~
Morgana smiled and stroked my hair, not seeming to mind my sudden, intimate action. Ally looked at me with an upset frown but didn’t say anything.
“That’s good,” she said, leaning and kissing my forehead.
“You should scold him, Mom, not spoil him.” Ally frowned. “Look at what he’s wearing,” she said, pressing the frosty glass against her mother’s bare midriff.
“Ah, don’t be such a prude, Ally dear,” Morgana chided gently, accepting a drink from her. “Alvin looks good. There’s nothing wrong with showing some skin. And it’s better to feel confident in your body, as it strengthens your personality and character. Pride is about showing off, my dear.”
“This may be fine if we’re at an exclusive party with only us, but it’s highly inappropriate for a public gathering,” Ally huffed. “Just look around at everyone gawking at him!”
“Oh? Is this Jealousy I can smell?”
“Mom!!”
Morgana chuckled. “Well, it’s what he likes, so we can’t do anything about that. Besides, we know all the people here, so it’s fine. There’s no way anything bad could happen,” she said.
“Yes, we know them… and that bad almost happens… but no matter how you slice this party up, this is the neighborhood of perverts.” Ally rolled her eyes. “When they heard that boys were coming to dip in the pool, they immediately forced their way in.”
“Well, it’s a party. The more people, the better.”
“Oh, God! You don’t understand. I bet Aunt Melissa just wanted to impress the voters, since she’s running for neighborhood president or whatever,” Ally scoffed. “Probably to grab their approval to let her rig the election.”
“Well, it’s not JUST politics. She does care about you, kids.” Morgana defended.
At that moment, a woman’s voice rang out behind me.
“Now Ally, what kind of talk is that? I thought we cleared the air about this!”
I turned to see Melissa, the savvy and very shapely MILF, walking toward us with an easy, confident sway of her hips.
If most women with large assets and curvy bodies have a timid and meek personality, Aunt Melissa and Aunt Morgana are different. They seem not to care about how society sees them, or how people talk behind their backs, they move with confidence that comes with age.
Melissa stopped in front of us, completely unconcerned by her revealing bikini that barely contained her ample curves. Rivulets of water streamed down her toned body as she smiled at me warmly.
“I assure you, this party was made with your best interests at heart. You can ask my son about that… and I had no thought of using you all as political pawns.”
Ally glared at Melissa. It seems like Ally didn’t like her at all. She was about to say something when I clamped her mouth with my hand, “I’m sorry about this, Aunt Melissa, you know, he’s just worried about me.”
I don’t want to continue this topic since I could see this become overly sensitive and awkward.
“I know… and I can understand why…” she said when she looked at me from head to toe. “But I can see that you’re having fun. That’s more important.”
“Yes, I am. The food is delicious,” I replied. Ally looked at me with adorable, upturned eyes, and I gestured to her not to continue.
“I’m happy you think so,” she said, “Please do have fun, and be careful, okay? As Ally said, it’s best to be careful.”
I nodded. She strokes my hair affectionately before turning toward Morgana, chatting. They were talking about a campaign next week.
“How long are you going to hug me?” Ally asked.
“You know, I think you said too much about this party.”
While speaking, my hand slid down Ally’s taut and soft abdomen and into her shorts. I just wanted to confirm it again, and ignored her small dick and went directly to her soft slit. Ally glared at me, but she didn’t try to stop me.
“Not here,” she said.
I ignored her and continued.
Right now, we are almost hugging, or rather, anyone who saw us would surely believe that we are hugging intimately. Fortunately, no one seems to care about it. Perhaps, men hugging each other is just normal in this world?
Ally started to breathe harder, her body shuddering from little throes of pleasure from my fingers.
“Ally, I think you should apologize.”
“…don’t you think what I said is true?”
I stared at Ally, “Ally, it’s not about whether what you said is true or not… It’s about,”
“About?”
“It’s about the party. Perhaps what you said is true…let’s say you’re speaking the truth and that Aunt Melissa is indeed using this event to garner votes, but that is another matter. That’s for the Adults, not for us to worry about. What matters now is that, in this party, we are enjoying, we are having fun…as for that kind of stuff, it doesn’t matter for us. As long as we are not being pimp to someone else without us knowing, what’s wrong with a little benefit, or taking advantage…?”
Ally wanted to argue with my words, but when I inserted the tip of my finger inside her, her mouth shut.
“Besides, she’s still Rodrigo’s mom. And your Aunt. We still need to respect that.”
Ally hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh.
“Well, fine. I’m sorry. Now, can you take your fingers from me?”
“Nope. Let me enjoy this for a little longer,”
“You… what would you do if someone caught us?” she frowned before sliding her chair closer to the countertop.
Fortunately, the lights in the room were dim, focusing more on the disco balls and lights that swirl around the room. Rather than a house, this is more like a bar. Is partying in here a common occurrence?
“Well, it would just be two handsome guys hugging each other… nothing strange.”
Ally grunted, “At least, let’s find some room.”
“What about the others?”
“You didn’t worry about that when you’re screwing my mother.”
“She told you?”
Ally rolled her eyes. “Why? Is it bad that she did?”
“No… I just don’t want to make you angry.”
“If you feel that, then you should not have done that.”
“… ah, you know a moment’s passion?”
Ally glared at me, so I could only laugh it off awkwardly.
“Sorry.”
Ally looked at me for a moment before sighing in helplessness. “Whatever.”
“Come on, don’t be angry.” I playfully kissed her cheeks, and she blushed. “Peace?”
Ally pushed me in embarrassment, and I burst out laughing. “Stop that and come here. Let’s get a drink.”
In my heart, I’m still hesitant about this peculiar relationship with her. Although I know she’s not entirely a woman, doing it with someone with a dick… ahm, well, that’s quite a hurdle. At least I want to prepare myself for it. At least get used to it.
Anyway, I just decided not to think of him as him, but rather her… in short, to me, she’s a woman.
That’s my first step.
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