A New Beginning

by Denise

One morning while I was getting ready for work I turned on the television to watch the morning news and saw my good friend Andrew Beckett. The last time I saw Andy was about a year ago, when we met at that restaurant, Felicia's; he was there with a friend celebrating his promotion. Seeing Andy now he was much thinner. The reporter said that Andrew Beckett was suing his former employer Wyant and Wheeler for AIDS discrimination. The trial was beginning today.

Andy and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We even dated a few times in high school. But over the years we had lost touch with each other since our lives took us in different directions; he wanted to be a lawyer and I knew he would make a great lawyer. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. When I finally graduated from collage I had a degree in advertising and then got a job in the city of Philadelphia.

Thinking back to that night at Felicia's - I was there having dinner with a man I had met through a dating service. We were getting ready to leave when I saw my old friend Andrew and a friend come into the restaurant. It had been over 10 years since I last saw Andy, and so I decided to go say hello. As I approached the table I caught a glimpse of the guy he was with. My pulse raced his eyes met mine. The soft romantic glow of the candle on the table intensified his dark eyes. He smiled at me as I stood behind Andy as I placed my hands over his eyes.

"Do I know you?" Andy asked.

"We used to play hide and seek."

"Jessie?"

"Yes." I removed my hands from Andy's eyes and stood in front of him. '''Hello Andy."

He looked up and quickly rose from his chair. "Jessie. How are you?" He gave me a big hug and then a kiss on the cheek. "It's great to see you again!'"

"Fine. How about you?"

"Well…I am here celebrating my promotion," he said with big smile.

"That's great!"

"I'm working for Wyant and Wheeler."

"Wow, I'm impressed. I knew you would be a successful lawyer."

"Jessie I want you to meet my partner Miguel Alvarez."

"Oh are you a lawyer too?" I looked into his dreamy dark eyes.

"No, it's more personal than that," Miguel responded.

"Oh." I wasn't sure what he meant by that. "That's nice."

"Jessie," Andy spoke up. "I'm gay."

"What?"

"I said I am gay and Miguel is my lover."

"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say.

"So what have you been up to?"

"Well…a…I am working in…advertising." I was stunned. I looked at Andy and then back to Miguel, trying to understand this. I had a feeling about Andy. Back when we dated we would never go anywhere alone it was always with a group and then he would never kiss me goodnight. I would make the attempt but he wouldn't return my kiss. I just assumed he was shy.

"Hey, that's great!"

"Thanks." Why would a gorgeous man like Miguel be gay? This wasn't right!"

"Why don't you sit down and join us?"

"Oh no, I can't. I am here with my boyfriend." I pointed the direction of our table. "I need to get back to him."

"It was great seeing you."

"Yeah, same here."

"Maybe we could get together and talk about old times."

"Yes that would be nice." I opened my handbag then took out my wallet and pulled out a small card. "Here is my business card with my phone number on it, so call me." I gave one to Andy and one to Miguel. "It was great meeting you, Miguel."

"Yes, same here." Miguel said as I turned and walked away. I was thinking about that beautiful face and those eyes, as I walked back to my date.

***

I only saw Andy once since he told me that he and Miguel were lovers. I didn't feel comfortable hanging around people who were gay. I know I shouldn't feel this way and I was finding out that others feel this way too, by the reaction to the trial.

One afternoon, the doorbell rang when I looked out and found Miguel standing outside my door. So I opened the door…"Hello Miguel! What are you doing here?"

"I need someone to talk to."

"Okay, come on in." I held the door open as Miguel came in. "Have a seat on the sofa." I watched him as he walked over to the sofa and sat down. I sat in a chair across from him. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, I am fine; thanks." He then stared at me. "I think I'd better leave." Then unexpectedly stood up and headed for the door.

"Miguel."

He stopped and turned around he had tears in his eyes.

"Is it Andy?"

"He's dying and I don't know what to do." He covered his eyes with his hand.

"I can see that you really do love him."

He shook his head. "Yes."

"Here sit down." Miguel sat back down on the sofa and I went over to him and sat down next to him. I wasn't sure what to say. I have never been around a man who cried and one that was homosexual. "Tell me about it."

"Andy is getting weaker and losing so much weight. I try to help him, but he pushes me away."

"I'm sure he is fighting many emotions inside him. He knows he is going to die."

"That is why I decided to come see you." He stared at me with his eyes still full of tears. "I needed to get away from him for a little bit."

I placed my hand on him knee. "Miguel you are welcome to come here any time."

"Thanks, Jessie." Miguel finally sat back. "I really appreciate it."

"Let's go into the kitchen." I stood up. "I will make you something to eat."

So he followed me into the kitchen and I made some sandwiches. We sat down at the table and ate together.

"How long have you known Andy?"

"About 9 years."

"Was he your first boyfriend?"

"Yes." He said as his sadness slowly faded from his face.

"So, have you ever dated woman?"

"Yes, when I lived in Spain."

"What made you change?"

"The day I met Andy."

"Where did you meet?"

"I met Andy when he was in collage."

"What made you choose Andy?"

"We met in a bar, he made the first move on me and I accepted."

"So he was your first homosexual experience?"

"Yes." He then looked into my eyes. "Why are you asking me all of these questions?"

"I'm just trying to get to know you better."

"What would you want to know?"

"Do you have a job?"

"Yes. I teach Spanish at the community collage."

"That's great!"

"I got my teaching degree in Madrid, Spain, and then I decided to come here to work. When I first got to America I did some modeling, until I found a teaching job."

"Maybe you could do some modeling for me and I would put you into one of my ads, like the way they use women in ads," I laughed.

He smiled and then looked down at his wristwatch. "I think I should be going; it's getting late. Thanks for lunch."

"You are welcome." I walked him to the door. "Like I said before, you can come by here anytime if you need to talk, okay?" I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you." He turned around and went down the steps watching his firm tight ass as he walked away.

***

For several weeks I kept my eye on the trial, wanting to know how it was going. I wanted Andy to win his case. No employer should discriminate against anyone for any reason. So, I decided that I shouldn't discriminate against anyone either, I made an effort to accept people the way they are.

***

Miguel came by almost every afternoon. We spent a lot of time together talking about Andy and the trial. Sometimes we would go out for dinner or to see a movie, or just sit at home and talk. I was gradually becoming closer to him, wanting to be more than just friends. I knew I wanted him and I didn't know how I would get him. So one night at my home, I wanted to tell Miguel how I felt about him. We were sitting on my sofa sharing a bottle of wine, when I got the nerve to ask Miguel this question. "When Andy is gone…what are your plans?"

"Well I haven't really thought about it. Why?"

"Miguel," I sighed deeply. "I am interested in you, more than just a friend." My hand was trembling as I took a drink of wine. "I didn't know if you would…." I stopped for a moment as our eyes met. "If you would kiss me."

He sat there in silence, not knowing what to say. "Jessie, I can't, I am sorry."

"I understand." I really didn't understand but I had to, for now. I have this yearning for him that needed to be fulfilled and soon. But…I would have to be patient I didn't know how long it would take for him to really want me. I didn't know if I could change him, but I wanted to give it a try.

He got up from the sofa and started towards the door. "I wanted to invite you to come to a party for Andy; it will be a costume party."

"Sounds great; yes I will be there."

"Good. I need to be going, I will see you later."

I walked Miguel to the door he kissed my cheek and then left.

***

I invited a girlfriend, Angie, to go to the party with me. I wanted to show her the guy I was pursuing. I arrived at the party there was a quartet singing. Andy saw me, and came over to greet me. "Jessie! It's great to see you, nice cat costume." He gave me a hug.

"Hello, Andy. You seem happy tonight."

"Oh I am! I haven't felt this good in a long time!"

"This is my friend Angie."

"Hi Angie, I'm glad you came."

"Yes, thank you," Angie answered.

Miguel then noticed me and came over to me. "Good evening, Jessie." He kissed my cheek.

Angie and I mingled around the room, observing everyone. It was interesting watching gay people. We stood in a corner when the lights went down low and a soulful singer began to sing. I watched Miguel and Andy dance together in their naval officer uniforms. I wasn't sure how I was suppose to feel, watching them; I was happy Andy was feeling better, but at the same time I wanted to take Miguel away and…I shouldn't think of things like that, it might never happen. Andy could live and then what would I do about my feelings for Miguel. They were becoming stronger every time I saw him. Angie and I finally decided to leave, so we said our goodbyes and then went home.

***

Several weeks had gone by I hadn't seen Andy or Miguel, since the night of the party. I just happen to turn on the news to find out the days' events and that was when I discovered that Andy had collapsed in the courtroom and had been taken to the hospital. I didn't know why, but I had this feeling I needed to go to the hospital; and so I did.

When I arrived, I saw Andy's family whom I had known since I was a kid; they all welcomed me with hugs. Then I saw Miguel standing against a wall, he looked like he was in pain. I walked over to him as he reached out to me and held on to me as he cried.

***

It had been about 3 months, since Andy's death, when Miguel called me wanting to take me to dinner and I accepted. We went to Felicia's; it was his choice. We drank wine and had a nice Italian dinner. We really didn't talk much, but I could sense something was up. We arrived back at my home, sat on the sofa and shared a bottle of wine.

"What have you been doing, since Andy's death?"

"I needed some time to think and to sort out my feelings. Andy meant everything to me and I had trouble dealing with his death."

"I know he did."

He then put his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. "I want to make a new start, a new beginning." He then looked down at me as if he was going to kiss me. "I want to give you something I know you have been wanting from me." He kissed my forehead then down to my cheek. His lips finally pressed against mine with a soft gentle kiss. He paused as his eyes met mine. He moaned as he came back for more. He pulled me into a tight embrace; my arms went around his neck, as the taste of him ignited a fire deep inside me. There was no turning back…I wanted him.

He stuck his hand under my blouse, grabbing my breasts. He then unbuttoned my blouse, and then slid it off my shoulders as he kissed my neck. I unhooked my bra and took it off. He removed his shirt as he laid me down onto the sofa. I reached up to pull him down to me. He lay on top of me as our mouths were joined together. I wanted to take control of him as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He accepted my forwardness as his tongue met mine. He then paused and whispered. "Let's do this in your bedroom."

***

We made our way to my bedroom. I removed my skirt and my panties as he took off his pants then laid down on the bed. He was lying on his back as I touched his chest, following the hair around his nipples and down his stomach. I saw that his cock was begging to be touched as my fingers proceeded down into the mass of hair that surrounded it. I took it into my hand. He moaned as I stroked it. It sprung up long and hard as I licked it. Then I slipped it into my mouth, taking him deep. His moans grew louder as I continued sucking and stroking him, until his body shuddered and I reached that final goal. He lay there with his eyes closed as I kissed his stomach and up to his chest. That was when I realized he had fallen asleep, so I lay down next to him and listened to him breathing as I drifted off to sleep.

Miguel aroused me, with his fingers playing with my nipples and then gently squeezing my breasts with his hand. I lay there quietly with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling as he tenderly touched my skin. I felt his tongue licking my nipples and then began sucking each one. "Oh Miguel!" I moaned I couldn't keep it inside much longer. I ran my fingers through his hair and around his neck encouraging him to keep going.

He then glanced up at me I could see the confusion in his eyes. "Jessie, I'm not sure if I can do this." He groaned as he fell back onto the bed.

"Miguel. What is wrong?"

He sat up and covered his face with his hands. "I can't believe how long it has been since I touched a woman."

"Miguel, it's okay." I touched his arm. "I know it will take some time for you to want me."

He then looked at me. "But Jessie, I do want you!" He gently kissed my lips. "Let's try this again." He laid me down again slipping his tongue into my mouth as I felt his passion growing.

His hands caressed me as he licked and tasted every inch of my body. I directed his hand between my thighs as he began massaging my clitoris. "Miguel! I need you…I need you now!

He spread my legs and inserted his cock inside me. He fucked me but he came within seconds after we started. He fell back down onto the bed and closed his eyes.

I wasn't done yet…I still needed him. "Miguel."

"What?"

"I still need you."

He began rubbing my clitoris again causing an intense orgasm to rush through my body.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No." I shook my head. He became aroused once again and we fucked again. This time it lasted a bit longer than the first time. I was finally satisfied that I had succeeded getting Miguel in my arms, in my bed and into my life. We lay the quietly enjoying each other. "So, how was it?"

"I feel great!"

"Me too!" I sighed.