Gemini

I had lost track of the time. It was past ten.

I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I had a lipstick mark on my cheek. Even though it was time to call Allison, I ran into the shower and took a quick one, washing my face vigorously and wetting back my hair.

When I got out, I wrapped a tow

el around me and immediately heard the computer ringing on Skype. I knew it was Allison, probably wondering why I was online, but not calling, so I ran to the laptop, out of breath, but excited and picked up. It took a few seconds for the video to load and when it did, she took my breath away.

“Hey, beautiful,” I said softly.

“Cedric! Oh my God…you are practically naked!” Allison laughed.

I truthfully was so excited to hear the phone, I had forgotten I was only in a towel and dripping from the shower.

“Yeah…about that. I was just getting out the shower, but I didn’t want to not pick up, so, yeah…I am only in a towel.” I laughed at myself as Allison chuckled along with me. Her laugh was wonderful.

“Hold on, okay?” I said as I got up and returned to the bathroom, coming out in baggy flannel pajama pants and a white wife beater shirt.

“You didn’t have to get dressed on my account,” Allison said.

“Well, I figured you already had enough of a show for one night.” I laughed.

“I didn’t mind. You have a nice body, Cedric and I like your tattoo,” she said.

“Thanks.”

I was hoping she would drop the subject of the tattoo. I didn’t want to have to lie to her about its meaning.

“What does the tattoo mean? I actually first noticed it when you were changing that light bulb in Callie’s room. It’s some sort of cross and the word ART?” Allison asked.

Fuck.

Her inquiry was innocent. She couldn’t have known the meaning of the tattoo. I hated lying to her.

“Yeah, it was just a stupid thing I did one night. It’s kind of grown on me, but it better because I am stuck with it, right?”

I attempted to avoid having to explain the meaning of ART.

“What does ART mean?” she asked.

Here we go.

“Ugh…it’s kind of a long story. I’ll explain it to you some other time.”

My heart pounded hoping she would drop the subject of the meaning. It seemed the Gods were on my side tonight when she playfully asked, “Can I get a closer look?”

“I don’t know about that. If I show you mine, you might have to show me yours.” I hoped she knew I was joking.

“Okay. I mean if that’s what you want, we can do that.”

Holy Shit. She wanted to play.

Allison gave me a look that was an exact cross between innocent and naughty and I could tell she was half serious.

She was wearing a tight tank top with nothing underneath and I could feel my dick getting hard from the mere thought of seeing her bare skin. Lying in bed and being this close to her, even just on Skype, was driving me mad.

“Okay, you want a close up of my tattoo?” I said mischievously.

“Yes, please.” Allison smiled.