Charlie Happily Ever After 01

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Charlie happily ever after 01

Hi, I’m Charlie (or Charley) and I one of those who wants everyone to live happily ever after, no matter how they chose to live. I just so happen to live in capri pants a lot, but no one else in my life seems to care much about that. The comfort and fit work for me, so I prefer them over jeans, although jeans have their place as well.

Anyways, I am certainly the quirky oddball in fem capri pants here, but let’s not forget about the odd things the roomie and his friends bring to the party. Now I’m not saying that Dereck or his friends are the type to language shame me or anything, but when you want everyone to live happily ever after, someone has to keep the balances balanced. And because I was the only one who looked good in thin capri pants, well, guess who’s job it was to identify everyone’s oddball behavior?

That’s right, me, Charlie, the boy who likes to wear soft little pants.

First, Dereck’s mom pays me for his rent, which I’m not complaining about, but don’t you find that a little odd as well? Also, Mrs. Conner bakes a lot, so I’m not complaining about that either.

Secondly, there are his few friends, who as a group, are quiet and I mean so very quiet for a group of video game playing nerds. I’m not complaining about the lack of rough housing and noise levels that violate city codes, but sometimes in the evenings I have to peek out of my bedroom to make sure they are still in living room and breathing. I mean, I don’t care if they catch me wearing facial makeup or not when I sneak into the kitchen, but geez, the game console has a volume setting, so use it, right? Or at least give princess Zelda a cat call whistle once in a while or something.

I’m glad I don’t have to deal with the normal chest beatings and fist bumps, but give a cross dresser a signal for Pete’s sake. It’s just odd how quiet they are.

However, beyond how odd they are, everyone lived happily ever after.

Well, everyone lived happily ever after until someone started to cheat the unwritten and unspoken rule of live and let live.

So, who started the cheating process? Duh, I did, of course, but just a little. I mean, I’m not bitter, but I was wasting a crazy hair style that took me six months to get just right and nobody was saying anything about it and that’s not how things are supposed to work. So, I may have begun cheating by making a few extra trips into the common areas of the house. But just a few extra trips, mind you. I still wanted everyone to live happily ever after and I had no intentions of upsetting the apple cart that was so well balanced in the house. But come on, at least a “hey, your hair looks nice” or something, right? It’s kind of mandatory, I think.

Well, that didn’t work because the balances in my house were so well balanced that nobody gave a hoot one way or the other. So, instead of anyone noticing the red headband and or the cute little clip-in hair barrette I began wearing outside of my bedroom, they sat there quietly in the living room and watched the scales barely tip to my favor, you know, because of that whole capri pants wearing thing.

Seriously, it’s just odd how such card-carrying members of the brotherhood of the traveling cargo shorts could live so quietly Levent travesti happy when my capri pants leave little to no doubt that I was dying for some level of attention? It’s just not healthy for young men to be that quiet and well behaved, right?

Anyways, everyone lived happily ever after and the apple cart stayed upright on its wheels.

Well, then guess who cheated because he had enough of the quiet life? Well, I’m guessing that he had enough of the quiet life, but it could have been a guy thing and he had a need to kick the wheels on the apple cart. Leo, or as I have always referred to him, Mr. Quiet Nerd
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I don’t know it came from, but one day he yawned his battle cry and made a move on me in the kitchen, I guess.

It was a cute nerd move and it was the first move anyone ever made on me, so I did my best to not giggle as he made his big revelation, which wasn’t such of a big revelation since I had my first credit card as a teenager because that’s when I started to buy and wear undies from the Lady’s section.

His big revelation was to creep up behind me and whisper to me that he knew I wore female undies a lot. I mean, duh, but it was a cute and tender moment. I listened to him whisper such ancient history in my left ear and listened for the thumping sounds of falling apples with my right ear.

Also, SOB! Still not one word about my hair out of that SOB!

Anyways, as we stood alone in the kitchen living happily ever after, he transformed the ancient history class into an art class and he turned out to be quite the artist. I mean, damn, first moves, right?

Like a street artist with just one drawing pencil, he began to trace the seams of my undies. I mean, he should have kept whispering things to me, but he still had my attention. He traced and followed every seam, slowly and purposefully. Down around the bottom of my globes and then up the sides and over the rise of my hip bones and back down. He traced every contour almost as if he could see the panty line edges. I mean, such detailed tracing from such a quiet nerd, right?

I don’t where he would have learned such a move, but it felt great and I knew that his position behind was blocking any other prying eyes, so I leaned forward and let him teach the art class. Whew, first moves, right?

Well, the sound of the falling apples snapped me back to reality because it began to feel like he wanted to live happily ever after with me bent over the apple cart.

But I was pretty sure that it was his first move and I knew it was the first move ever made on me and it appeared that he only stubbed his big toe when he kicked the apple cart wheel earlier, so what was the harm, right? I turned around to face him which caused his tracing pencil to fall off.

“Ah, Leo, were you just tracing out an apple and did you enjoy that?”

“Ah, yeah, I was checking to see if your apple had a worm in it or if your apple needed a worm in it, Charley.”

See? I told you. Nothing will snap you back to reality like the sound of someone taking a big bite out of a crisp apple. Ah, also, he was such a good artist that facing him didn’t stop him from tracing my seams. I didn’t consider the reach around thing.

But as I said, Levent travestileri it actually felt nice, so I allowed him a few more traces before I gently patted him on the side of is cheek a couple of times and pushed back from him. I mean, maybe his big revelation was a lot bigger than I thought, right? I admit that I allowed the finger tracing, but my apple does not have nor has it ever had a worm, so maybe it was time for art class to be dismissed.

“Leo, maybe we should call it an evening before we end up with a bunch of bruised apples. And by the way, tilt the apple cart back up on your way out. Oh, and by another way, you should call me Charlie if you’re going to ask me what color my apple skins are. I’ll see you next week if you come back to visit with the roomie.”

I mean, in a round-about way, he was quietly implying that he wanted to have sex with me, right? LOL, there is a survey on my Chang homepage, so feel free to vote and if you hit “maybe”, well, drop me a few details of your thoughts.

And by the way, the votes are currently tied between “act like it never happened and live happily ever after” and “let him peel your undies and live happily ever after” with two maybe’s that suggest I use my apple to give his worm a place to hide for 5 minutes and one that suggests that I should suck on his worm and live happily ever after.

Anyways, that’s not really where I’m at in life, so for the next few weeks, I hung back and let things get back to everyone living happily ever after. I wasn’t handing out any free apples just yet and I wanted to give him a way out, if that’s something he needed after I broke his tracing pencil. So, like I said, I hung back and acted as if nothing ever happened as I pretended to live happily ever after. For three weeks.

But I did spend that time stepping up my shopping game by purchasing several sets of CK Invisibles, even though I had no business wearing such skimpy undies, but the promise of no tracible panty lines, right? I mean, if Leo had nothing to trace with his finger tip, then all should be well and we could all go back to living happily ever after. Or at least I was going to live happy because my new undies were straight up fire.

And that fire is viewable on my Chang homepage, but I’m sure some of you already know that, don’t you???? And by the way, my hair with that red headband and that little clip-in barrette, right? Vote on that too (please) because no one in my house has said a word yet (SOB’s).

Anyways, I’m sure he went home a few weeks ago and realized that it was my apple he had traced out so very carefully and he probably went into a state of regret, which was not and still is not something I would hold against him. Which was also the reason I wanted Leo to have a way out.

Well, while Leo skipped the following weeks of quiet video games, he did eventually return. Upon his first return he gave no indications that he wished to talk with me in the hallway or the kitchen, so I let him quietly play the video games and let him make up his own mind.

LOL, like that was going to happen, right? But hey, I waited until he was ready to leave for the evening, so the roomie and Dale had no reason to be suspicious and apparently, no reason Travesti levent to comment on my hair yet either. It’s not like I cornered him as he approached the front foyer, but I corner his ass good.

“You shouldn’t have any regrets, Leo. Your artistic skills are safe with me. And it was nice to see you again after all these weeks.”

“You didn’t respond to my text earlier, Charlie. Are you commando tonight?”

“LOL, no silly, the lines are still there under my capri pants, but the seams are much thinner and tighter to my body.”

And by the way, Leo is an idiot because I waved him towards the back door where we could have a little more privacy, but he’s an idiot, I guess. I mean, the roomie and Dale may be quietly just sitting there in the living room playing games, but one slight turn of their heads and they would have caught me forcing Leo to hump me.

“Oops, sorry about that, Leo. My leg slipped. So, what were you saying? Something about you don’t really have any regrets? More like confusion? Is that what you mumbled? I mean, just what were you mumbling as I whispered how big of an idiot you are for not leaving out of the back door?”

This is where I should tell you that I offered as many opportunities as I was going to offer because I was not trying to seduce him. This is where I should tell you that I accept that he had regrets for using my backside for his artistic skills a few weeks ago and this is where I should tell you that this adventure was going on the back burner, but none of the above described what happened next. I offered him one more bite from my apple.

“Almost all of my capri pants have elastic waistbands, Leo, in case you might to slip inside of the back and look around for the tracing pencil you left behind. Oh, and by the way, by the back door only, idiot.”

Well, with the other two busy being quiet in front of the flat screen, he followed behind me and into the kitchen. Oh, he was probably expecting me to turn towards the right to where the back door was, but I changed it up and turned towards the left and snuck him straight into my bedroom. And then I punched out my time card because I was completely out of moves.

“Things that happen behind closed doors are like singing in the shower, Leo. Nobody knows nothing, so now what? And I wasn’t humping you a few moments ago, but I wouldn’t be mad if you took it as a suggestion because you know, the door is closed and locked.”

“Locked?”

“Locked. So, they don’t know we’re in here and we don’t have to kiss and tell and the apple cart should still be standing when I sneak you back out of here. I mean, we’re here, so if you want to live happily ever after for ten minutes, well, what’s next, Leo?”

Hah, tell a scared guy that the door is locked and that your capri pants have an elastic waistband and that’s what next, I guess. LOL, as long as ‘what’s next” means another art class. But that was all. I think he wanted to go a little further by releasing his beast, but he was too afraid to go that far and I wasn’t about to touch anything, so I guess we shared an awkward ten minutes of, ah, awesome hugging????

I don’t know, but that was it for another three weeks and that was fine with me because I said it many times, I wasn’t looking, I was just curious.

And I live happily ever after for another three weeks when I sent a text to Leo informing him that Dereck’s mom, Mrs. Conner, would be baking and dropping off pies soon. Of course, I requested an apple pie.

End Charlie happily ever after 01

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