A Summer’s Tragedy

It’s quite weird why Callisto brought himself to Linley’s house in the middle of the night. He knew he must not do that, but adventurous boys followed the preference of their flesh, regardless of what consequences were waiting for them.

Afterward, he knocked on the door several times before someone glimpsed through it. Linley, who was surprised why Callisto was now standing at the front of her house opened the door.

“Can I enter?” Callisto asked in a direct manner.

“Um,” Linley hesitated, but she concluded, “Yup, but just be quiet.”

She locked the door, turned and walked to their living room, and so did Callisto, who followed her. His eyes stayed on her round, fleshy buttocks, as if asking, “Do you want to touch me?” Yes, of course, but he prevented himself from doing that.

“So, what brought you here in the middle of the night?” Linley’s face expresses curiosity while sitting down on the couch.

Callisto sat down beside her and replied, “I just can’t fall asleep, and I don’t have anyone to talk with.”

“Well, you brought yourself to the right place, because I can’t sleep either, because of the snoring man inside my bedroom.”

Callisto screamed in his mind, A snoring man inside her bedroom? Then, What was that man doing in her bedroom? There was no one else in his mind, but the boy was too bombastic for him. The boy who wanted to hurt Linley just wanted to do what he wanted her to do, and Callisto misunderstood it.

“Do you mean Lazaro?” he asked. “Does he sleep here every night?”

“Who else? Lazaro always sleeps here with me, but not every night. You know, he has his own house. How about you? Tell me why you can’t fall asleep, and why it comes to your mind to come here. ”

“Alone.” Callisto sighed. “I can no longer sleep alone in my bedroom. No offense, but I want someone to sleep with me.”

Linley got what Callisto wanted to say, so she led him into an empty bedroom in their house. She prepared the abandoned bed, and eventually became aware that they were both already lying on it.

“What are you waiting for?” Linley asked. “Don’t tell me that you can’t still fall asleep. Or maybe you’re just thinking about unpleasant things. Come on, those things won’t make you sleep.”

She smiled and twisted her shapely legs. “Don’t worry, I will not do anything to you, unless you want me to.”

Callisto suddenly sprang from the bed and took several steps.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Linley asked while looking at Callisto, who was removing his sanguine cloak and shirt. Her eyes turned big. It appeared to her how masculine he is. She never expected that Callisto would have that kind of body, but she doesn’t really want to think deeply about it, although her heart beats fast and loudly.

“I just felt warm. I thought that summer here isn’t so warm, but I know I was wrong.” Callisto got back on the bed beside Linley, whose eyes were stuck on his abdomen with amazement.

“Wanna touch it?” Callisto asked, then smirked.

“What are you?” she asked, but Callisto put an index on her lips.

“Be quiet if you don’t want to be heard by Lazaro.”

Callisto got closer to her, as if he wanted their bodies to conjoin. Linley can do nothing against what this lewd boy is doing. She struggled, trying to avoid his kiss, moving beneath him and out of the bed, but he would not let her go. Holding her with arms of steel, he easily took her lips, kissing her until she began, against her will, to respond. She answered his kiss, pressed herself against him, and moaned.

By the time when Callisto was going to use his angry tool, he was surprised why Linley halted. She realized what he meant to do, and so she insisted on getting out of his warm body and jumped out of the bed. Callisto was curiously looking at her back, as she couldn’t look directly into his eyes, but sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Why, Linley? What’s wrong?” Callisto asked.

“I thought that you were a gentleman, but I was wrong. You better go out of here and don’t show your face again!” Linley angrily threw the pillow at him. She exited and entered her room, where she sat on her bed beside Lazaro, who appeared to be dreaming.

“Where have you been?” Lazaro cuddled her from the back.

“I just drank a glass of water and got ventilated because it’s so warm here. And can you please stop snoring because I can’t sleep?”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t know that I was snoring, but I can’t stop myself from snoring unless you help me stop it.” He secretly smirked behind her.

These boys are making her tired, Linley thought. Now she realized how it would be so difficult to have many boyfriends or to be a prostitute, and that’s exactly not in her mind. She didn’t mind Lazaro, just letting him do what he wanted to do, but with limitations.

On the other hand, those words that came out of Linley’s lips were a bolt from the blue for Callisto. He didn’t know why she didn’t want to do with him what his parents were always doing. He eventually had a clear mind and realized how embarrassing it was.

Instead of doing what he should do, instead of apologizing, he didn’t even show his face to her because of embarrassment. He went back home, performing the thing that turned out to be his routine: climbing the window of his bedroom and lying down on his bed.

He don’t know how could he do that, if he could sleep alone without someone to rub his tool? Perhaps because of being young and of the ridgil of his feelings, he brought himself and attempted to involve Linley in a night of forgetting themselves, but he didn’t succeed. He knew there would be a gap growing between them because of what he did. It seemed that he had disappointed her, and he was incriminated.

When tomorrow came, Callisto noticed something that he didn’t want to notice at all. Every time he approached, Linley would also stand up and walk away, as if she didn’t really know him.

“How much pain did I give her to avoid me like this?” Callisto asked himself with regret.

Callisto knew there was nothing else he could do if Linley wanted to avoid him, but he also knew that apologizing was the only way he could repair their broken relationship, or even their friendship.

Consequently, his feet brought him into Linley’s house. He wondered if she was there, but the house seemed empty. He turned and was going to leave when someone held his shoulder. When he looked back, he saw the person he hadn’t expected to see.

“Stalin?” Callisto asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Callisto.” Stalin pronounced his name well, and her lips could almost reach her ears as she smirked. “What do you think I am doing here?” She grabbed his shoulder with her dirty hands and attempted to kiss his lips, but he shunned it.

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” Callisto asked, then ran off.

“Come back, don’t avoid me! I want to kiss you!” Stalin exclaimed.

Callisto was curious about what was happening to Stalin, but it crossed his mind that perhaps there was nothing wrong if he’d just believe what people were saying about her. He ran and ran, but Stalin pursued him until he reached the bench where they first met. He hid himself behind the post some feet away from it.

“Callisto!” Stalin called. “Where are you now?” Every word she said, she pronounced it one by one. She looked from side to side, front to back, and noticed a shadow on the ground by the post.

“There you are.” She went near to the post and saw Callisto, who was innocently leaning on it. His sweat is raining down his forehead onto his face and neck. “Why are you avoiding me, huh?” She asked.

“You crazy girl, stop bothering me and stop pretending you’re crazy if you’re not,” Callisto said, but Stalin remained silent.

His words stunned her for a while, then after that, her hand reached the post behind Callisto and looked directly into his eyes. This time, he couldn’t escape from her, he thought. But instead of kissing his lips, Stalin fell over him.