For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 13 : A New Beginning

It was four-thirty in the morning and the room was dark.

Lennon awoke with a start. He turned his head to see Chéri asleep beside him, wearing only a lacey white basque, white lacy panties and suspender belts attached to lace topped, white stockings which had thick black vertical stripes down them. His blue blouse, trousers, shoes, and lace frilled double A-cup bra were on the floor beside the bed next to all of Lennon's clothes.

Chéri's skin was clammy and still glistened from the passion of earlier on in the evening as he lay spent and dreaming. Lennon felt it must be a good dream as he would see Chéri stir slightly, and make little sounds, sighing and moaning quietly.

Lennon felt happy as he turned to face Chéri and put his arm around Chéri's thin waist and pulled him close. They lay spooning tightly and Lennon gently rubbed himself up against Chéri's ass, enjoying the feelings of arousal he was getting.

Of course, Lennon hoped that Chéri's promise to explain everything tomorrow in exchange for sexual comfort tonight was legitimate. But then it was all too easy for Lennon to give in to any terms to sleep with Chéri.

He had tried not to read too much into their strange relationship, but then it dawned on him that if this worked then he would have to choose. He would have to give up everything for Chéri. If things progressed between them, he would have to come-out to his family and friends in an unforeseen and shocking way, completely out of the blue. Lennon worried he would then effectively ostracize himself from his strict religious family by Introducing Chéri as his partner, and then end up leaving everything -family, friends and country behind to live in Europe with Chéri.

The thought of upsetting his family and losing the respect of his friends as well as being at odds with his church weighed heavily on him. But Lennon was all or nothing, and it would be a small price to pay, to finally find love, and to have Chéri.

Lennon felt protective over Chéri and there was always the nagging voice of doubt in the back of his mind that he wasn't good enough, or that Chéri would leave him, or that in some way, the whole world wanted to steal pretty Chéri away from him, out of jealousy.

Usually, all of Lennon's acquaintances would boast about having the coolest car, the prettiest girlfriend and the latest piece of equipment. Lennon was never bothered, but he would see the interest and longing in other peoples' eyes.

Since Chéri told Lennon he was bisexual, Lennon would watch the eyes and demeanour of the people at the cafe who spoke to Chéri. He would be hypersensitive to even the smallest sign or suggestion of flirting. Women were a manageable risk, men were a constant risk.

For once, Lennon felt that he was the person who had something special and there was no way he wanted to show it off. If he could, he would hide Chéri away, because he had a such a desirable, half-Latin lover for himself who had so much sex appeal it would enrage all who found out about them in the community. So, it would certainly be impossible in his home state as the gay community could be hugely judgemental and petty about it and imagine that it was many things it wasn't, because of the age gap. It would be safer here in Europe where life seemed freer.

Chéri had a strange power over people. He appealed to men and women for some reason, and people became aroused around him due to his suggestive talk and behaviour. Lennon felt many it was simply pheromones and that made people around him start to act slightly differently. Lennon knew though that he wasn't some biological victim, he had just fallen in love with Chéri.

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In the security office control room, a wall of monitors relayed the happenings in multiple rooms, including a large crowd in a function room.