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by Rick R. Reed
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Kyle and Jonathan were perfect for each other, the two halves that, once together, made a whole. And then one snowy night just before Parents' Weekend on the campus of Hamilton University, Kyle drops a bomb: he's breaking up with Jonathan.
Class Distinctions follows the couple through the stormy (in more ways than one) night that ensues. Why has Kyle suddenly decided to throw away something so precious and good?
The answers lie in their backgrounds, and will gradually come to light as a winter blizzard rages around the young couple.
Their tortured paths bring them to the covered bridge where their love had come to life on a hot summer day. But will the warmth of that memory and the heat of the love they once shared be enough to outclass the storm, and more importantly, bring them back together?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [62 KB]
Reading time: 35-49 min.
"A- Rating!...The strength here is the depiction of the highs and lows of young love, and the emotions rolled off the page for me. I highly recommend this one."--Tam, Brief Encounters Reviews
We fought our way up through cattails growing along the shoreline and further up the rise, brambles, but at last we reached the planks that would lead us inside the covered bridge. Its shade promised cool.
Jonathan pulled me into the darkness and turned to me, smiling. "Isn't it something? I wonder how old it is?"
I looked in his robin's egg blue eyes, amazed I could still make out their pale color even in the shade of the covered bridge. "It's great. Thanks for bringing me here." I let go of his hand so I could reach up and touch his face. "But it doesn't compare to you, to just being here with you."
I leaned down then and kissed him. Even though he had taken my hand, I wasn't sure until that moment that Jonathan was even gay. We had started the morning as buddies, classmates, fellow students at Hamilton University on our way out on a hot Saturday for a hike. But when he lifted his face and parted his lips slightly to meet me, I knew not only that he was gay, but also that my feelings were reciprocated.
And that filled me with an inexpressible joy.
The kiss lingered for what seemed to me like a half hour, but was really only a minute or two. My tongue probed the inside of his mouth, which tasted sweet, slightly of cinnamon. He reached up and laid his hand on the back of my damp neck to twine in my curls and pull me closer to him. Our sweaty bodies meshed.
It was a moment of pure, undiluted happiness. It was a moment I would never forget.