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Come On Baby Light My Pilot by: JoEllen Lynn © 2001
I was down on the floor, kneeling in front of the hot water heater like a pagan god, reaching under it with a lit match wobbling off the ends of my fingers, butt raised high in the air, when my best friend Rick walked in and caught me with my pants down, so to speak.
"Hey, uh, got a problem there?" His voice startled me from behind. Rick sounded shaky for some reason.
"Naw, it’s just the stupid pilot light. Decided to go out right when friends were coming over for dinner... . Oh, hey! That’s you! Welcome, welcome, welcome, and come on in—oh, you are in."
I hid my nervousness by smiling up and back at him from the floor. I heard the gas catch with a comforting flutter of flame. "It’s going now, I just gotta hold this thing here down for another thirty seconds." Rick’s face looked red, or was it just the light here in the basement?
"Um, yeah. We just got here a few minutes ago. Laurie said you were fixing the hot water, so I thought I’d come down and see if I could help. She and Colleen are upstairs jawing at each other about dinner or something."
I stood up, brushing off the dust and lint and shook Larry’s hand. I noticed my shirt had come out of the back of my pants so I tucked it back in. Rick’s eyes were bright. Uh oh, I thought. I hope he didn’t see my underwear. We walked away from the water heater back toward the stairs up to the kitchen.
He stopped at the base of the stairs and grinned. "You cotton picker. You’re wearing pink women’s panties, aren’t you?" Oops. He did see my underwear. "Tell me," he leaned close. "Are you wearing the matching bra?"
I felt my face and neck getting hot. It was panic time, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. "No, wait, I can explain," I started.
"Oh, really?" Rick is a big guy, with fists the size of my head. But we’ve been buddies for years, and he was still smiling, leaning back and looking at me with a glint in his eyes.
I tried again. "It’s just that --." I ran out of bright things to say. I felt all the blood in my body rushing in waves into my head and out of my head at the same time. My oh-so-excellent prepared story froze up. All I had left was the truth. I swallowed.
"Yes," my face was hot with shame. "I’m wearing the matching bra, too." I looked him in the face. "I’ve been wearing women’s underwear for years now. I love the feeling." I leaned toward him and spoke in the sexiest bedroom voice I could muster. "It’s erotic, too. You should try it some time," I dropped to a whisper, "Lover."
Now, why did I do that? Oh well, I figured. They’d be leaving soon now, and we’d never see them again. I just hoped our past friendship and his common decency was enough to keep him from beating me up.
But Rick shocked me back on my heels by laughing out loud and clapping me on the back. "You gay blade! I can see this is going to be a fun night!"
I felt his hand move around my back, feeling my bra straps. Then he moved his hand back to his waist, and pulled his own trousers down a couple inches. Peeking out from underneath his hairy belly was a band of satin and white lace. Matching the white teeth still showing in his grinning mouth.
Then he moved his hands from his hips to mine and pulled me close. He kissed me. On the lips. My blood started bouncing around my head again. I was stiff for a few seconds until I realized what was happening and relaxed into it. I felt his tongue touching my lips, my tongue, my teeth. I felt his mustache brushing the outsides of my lips. I put my arms around his broad shoulders, closed my eyes, and pulled him closer, playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. We melted into each other for a while. I could feel his erection pressing into my waist. I’m sure he could feel mine, because I was grinding it into his thigh. His hands moved lower and caressed my round rear end, pulling me tightly against him.
Mmm. Did I mention Rick was a real good kisser? But how would I have ever known? Time stopped. It could have been hours before we finally came up for air.
We looked at each other. It was hard to breath. The air between our eyes was thick with unspoken words. I was falling into his eyes. He spoke in the silence first.
"How many years?" He gently shook his head. "We missed out on how many years of this? Well, no more." He pulled me back for another, gentle kiss.
We stood like that for a frozen minute of forever. Then we went back upstairs, hand in hand, wearing matching goofy grins. It was going to be a fun night, all right.
JoEllen Lynn
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