Joey rolled down the driver window of his car as the pulled up the rear of the car in front of him at the red light. The warm and humid summer air rushed bombarded his face as a breeze carried it into the car. He let out a deep breath as the light turned green once again and traffic started to move. Joey couldn't tell if he was excited or nervous as he got closer to his destination.
At the next red light on the main street Joey was under a streetlamp as he waited for the light to turn green. He looked down at his lap. The space themed leggings he was wearing gripped his thighs. He didn't get to wear leggings out in public and this time he took the risk. He ran the tips of his fingers along his inner thigh. The feeling of the fabric against his inner thigh made him quiver with delight. The light turned green and he continued onward.
After a few more traffic lights and turns Joey pulled into the driveway of one of the houses on a side street. As he turned off his car he let out a deep breath. The nerves started to kick in. The front of the house was lit only by a single little light near the door. He sat in the car wondering if the neighbors would see him in his leggings near the door or that his friend wouldn't open the door quick enough.
The thoughts raced through his mind as he sat in the dark car alone. This is not the first time he has been to this house, but it would be the first time dressed the way he was dressed. As he sat there the darkness of the car was illuminated by his phone as it buzzed with a notification. He picked up his phone and opened his notifications. It was a text.
Michael: Hey, almost here?
Joey's hand trembled as he typed out his reply: Yeah, be there in a minute.
After he hit send he took another deep breath, grabbed his little backpack, and opened the car door. The hot summer air hit him once again as he stepped out of the car and made his way to the door. Standing under the overhead light he pulled up his leggings so they would be nice and tight around his hips and straightened his tie-dyed hoodie. The bottom of the hoodie fell just below his butt to cover it. With another deep breath he reached out and rang the doorbell. He could feel his body giving him the sensation of excitement yet he felt nervous and anxious. The doorbell rang somewhere in the house. Every second felt like an eternity.
He could hear someone coming down the stairs towards the door. The lock clicked undone, the knob turned, and the door swung open. In the low light of the entry way Joey saw Michael standing there in a large hoodie and sweatpants. His short messy dirty blonde hair still slightly damp from what could have been a shower. His soft eyes lit up when he saw Joey standing there. He smiled.
"Hey! You made it!" He looked up and down at Joey and let out a little chuckle. "What are you wearing?"
Joey froze. His heart almost stopped as his brain tried to come up with a way to respond. It was filled with negative thoughts that Michael didn't like the outfit or maybe it was weird to wear a girl's outfit. His cheeks began to turn red as he began to feel embarrassed. With a nervous look on his face Joey shot his left hip to one side and put both palms facing up which made his arms look like we was trying to make a "W" in the air. "Surprise!" he said. His right foot was on its toes to try and make his stance look feminine. "I wanted to be comfortable and well... I feel comfortable in this." Joey's face was getting hot as he waited for Michael's response.
Michael let out a little laugh and smiled. His smile made all of Joey's embarrassment fade. "It suits you." Another short chuckle. "Come on in. You look cute."
Joey made his way past Michael close enough to catch the scent of his body spray. He kicked off his sneakers. He must have just showered not too long-ago Joey thought to himself as he climbed the stairs. He heard the door lock and Michael's footsteps behind him.
"Did you really tuck the leggings into your socks?" Michael called up after Joey as he reached the top of the steps.
"Yeah, I did. I figured it would make them a bit easier to wear." Joey replied. As the words left his lips he looked back at Michael as we also reached the stop of the steps. In Joey's mind the white socks looked cute with the dark leggings tucked in. "I didn't need them riding up my legs."
Joey made his way to the den where the TV was already on and the lights low. He put his backpack down on the smaller sofa. He sat down on the larger couch as Michael came in with two bottles of water. "Do you want anything else? I have some snacks if you want." Michael said. He put the water on the table. Joey just shook his head and tried to sit back and relax on the couch.
"Just us tonight? Your mom and dad are out, right?" Joey said. He knew the answer, but he didn't know what to say.
"Yeah. Just me this weekend. They left a few hours ago. So nobody will see you wearing that outfit." Michael sat down on the other side of the couch. He clicked on the TV and settled down further into the couch.
Joey could feel himself getting nervous again as he tried to play out how the night would go with Michael. The two of them sent messages to one another talking about tonight for weeks. Joey just didn't know how to break that ice. They filled some time with just idle chatter and commenting on the shows on
"You're quiet tonight Joey." Michael said. He shuffled on the couch to face his friend. "You need something to help you relax a bit? Piece of gum? I could make a mixed drink if you want one." Michael started to get up a head over to the kitchen.
"I could go for a drink." Joey started to get up too to help Michael. "I... I... I'm just a tad nervous I guess." He adjusted his leggings and followed Michael into the kitchen. The soft fabric rubbed on his skin as he walked. He met Michael in the kitchen as he poured two shots of liquor into cups.
"Nervous? What for?" Michael finished pouring and turned to face Joey. He handed him his glass and then held his own out to cheers with his friend. The two of them clinked glasses without a word and downed the liquid. Joey's throat went warm and numb at the same time as he swallowed. Both let out a sigh of relief when they finished the drinks. "That should help you relax a bit. Now, what's got you so nervous?" Michael grabbed the glass from Joey's hand. Joey felt Michael's hand linger for a moment before being pulled away.
"Well. It's easier to text about stuff like this than it is talk about it in person." Joey could feel his face turning red. The liquor made him feel warmer. He took a step closer to Michael. "It just makes me freeze up."
Michael let out a small chuckle and a smile. "You're worrying too much. We talked about this too." Michael moved in a bit closer. "Let's just go and sit back down on the couch. We have the entire night to just relax. Joey followed Michael back to the couch and was about to sit down back in his spot when Michael grabbed his hips. His athletic hands felt so good, and Joey wanted to squirm and melt. Joey let out a sigh as he tried to get his mind clear. He tried to form words but couldn't.
