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I JUST had sex…with a practical stranger…nine days after we first met…HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

I waited so long to just throw caution to the wind and I didn’t even really enjoy the whole thing.  Yeah, I got some good feels out of it, but I was just so in my head about being naked and my performance that it seemed more like a task rather then something fun.  I however also believe that my sleeping with Mr. Tuesday solidified the fact that I was really and truly totally single.  No more significant attachment.

His warm naked body was pressed against mine in perfect post coital slumber.  I so wanted to revel in my personal victory but I couldn’t.  I actually just wanted to go home.  The deed was done.  He got what he wanted from me and I from him.  I didn’t think there was a need for me to stay.    What I did tonight was so incredibly uncharacteristic of me that it totally felt like an out of body experience.

I laid awake for what seemed liked and eternity and waited until Mr. Tuesday rolled over and we were no longer making skin-to-skin contact.  I stirred just enough to see where all my clothes were.  Okay, jeans and cardigan were where I left them prior to hopping into bed.  I looked around for my top…ahhh….there it was, tossed near the window.  Now where the hell were my panties?  I thought that I would just leave without my fancy gitch and chalk it up to a casualty of the night but fuck, those were expensive and I’m taking them with me dammit!

Mr. Tuesday noticed me stirring.  “Everything okay?” He asked gently as he turned over to face me.  Fuck.  Now I really couldn’t leave.  I laid my head back down on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling and Mr. Tuesday draped his right arm across me and I intertwined my hand with his.  “Uh..huh.” I replied.  “You sure?  Was it okay for you?”  He softly asked as he kissed my temple.  “Yeah….yeah it was fine…you were good.”  Not sure if I sounded convincing but I didn’t really have much to add.

It was odd for me to receive such affection post sex.  It was nice.  Like I said if I wasn’t so self-conscious, I’m positive my encounter with him would have been so much better.  Maybe that was a blessing in disguise, me not coming at all.  It makes the whole “friends with benefits” thing easier to manage.  I’ve always associated climaxing as an emotional thing and isn’t that the whole point of “friends with benefits”?  NO EMOTION.  As long as I NEVER came with him, then all is well. 

I kissed his hand that was holding mine and looked at him in the shadowy darkness.  I leaned in and nuzzled my nose to his before kissing him tenderly.  I began to pet him beneath the sheets.  He returned the kiss in kind and pulled me gently towards him.  He wanted me on top again.  I looked at him and dragged my mouth slowly towards his right ear and suckled his earlobe and whispered, “You on top…please…”

Mr. Tuesday sat up on his elbows and eyed me lasciviously.  He rolled over and used one of his knees to part my thighs.  I could feel him land on my stomach, already rigid.  He softly brushed his lips against mine then began to taste his way to my breasts.  I raked my hands through his hair as he lavished his warm mouth on my peaked nipples.  I was beginning to feel the tightness in my belly.  God I loved what he was doing to me.  I was biting my lip and I swear I broke the skin.  Mr. Tuesday now hovered above me, his forearms on either side of my head.  I then felt his entire length sink slowly into my wet folds.  He filled me and I grappled his back to meet him as he thrusted.  I clenched him inside me.  I arched my back so I could feel more of him as he pumped.  Mr. Tuesday was frantically kissing my mouth, neck and ears and they bore a heated trail from his tongue.  I was distinctly moaning now and pretty sure there would be marks on his back and biceps from where I clasped my hands.  He was unrelenting as he fucked me.  I could feel myself building up but somehow knew that missionary wasn’t how he was going to finish and that I’d have to take care of business for myself later.

“I want you to put me in your mouth.” he gasped into my right ear.  I nodded, then quickly bit his lower lip as he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back.  I nipped and sucked at his nipples as I made way south.  I noticed they were obvious buttons for him as he groaned loudly.  I liked the sound he made when he was noticeably aroused.  It was such a turn on.  I trailed my tongue down his smooth torso and kissed him open-mouth on his right hip. 

Mr. Tuesday was now looking down at me.  I let him watch as I grazed my fingertips against the length of him before I held him firmly in my left hand.  The tip of my tongue stroked him repeatedly until I licked my lips, eyed him and watched as he saw me open wide and engulf him fully into my warm mouth.  He audibly gasped as I felt him hit the back of my throat.  My lips suctioned onto him and I began my advance.  He was slick from just being inside me.  I gripped him tightly at his base and sucked him until my cheeks hollowed.  He was pushing himself deeper into me and every now and then his swollen crown would press against my throat. 

Fuck.  This guy likes to savour every minute of getting oral.  I was beginning to feel my jaw twinge.  I knew he would be done soon when I felt him forcefully push my head down to take him in deeper.  I nursed him a little faster now and gripped and pumped the base of cock.  I could feel his legs slightly shake.  I gave him one last solid pull from my mouth and Mr. Tuesday finally let go with conviction.  He fully impregnated my mouth and I milked him the best that I could.  Shit.  I haven’t swallowed since I was in my 20’s.  Fuck.

I chastely kissed the very swollen tip of him once, twice, three times before swiping the back of my hand across my mouth and crawling back up towards him.  I made sure to kiss him deep because if I had to taste myself so would he.  Fucker.

We laid beside each other holding hands.  My free hand softly tracing long lines against his skin.  Again, I totally felt that I had an out of body experience.  That it wasn’t me in that bed with Mr. Tuesday. 

HIM:

So…uhhh….what was that you said about being hard to get?

He chuckled into my shoulder.

I covered my face with my hands then punched his arm.

ME:

Shut up…Fuck you…THIS whole thing is so not like me at all.  I’m not sure what the hell prompted me to be so crazy and come see you in the middle of the night.

HIM:

You were enamoured by me remember?

ME:

HA!  Okay…you’re right.

Both of us stared at his ceiling.  Mr. Tuesday and I then just started talking. He more so then I.  He talked about television shows he watched, his family and work.  He fascinated me.  I listened intently.

We laid in bed and cuddled for a little while longer before he had to get ready for work.  Mr. Tuesday asked if I needed anything before he made his way to shower.  I nodded and said that I was perfectly fine.  He put on some music and I admired his backside as he walked away from me. 

I exhaled loudly and kept reminding myself to not regret a single minute despite the fact that the logical part of me was arguing that it was a mistake; a HUGE one.  I was starting to over think things and I knew it was so going to kill my vibe.  Fuck that noise. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep cleansing breath in and out.  Better.  I began to get dressed.  I made his bed.  Weird I know, but it’s an OCD thing of mine.  I can’t leave a bed in the morning if it’s not made, regardless of where I am.  So yes, I made the sex bed and hopped down the hallway desperate to get to my phone.

Fuck.  I needed to tell people that my cobwebs have been officially cleaned out.  Here are the assorted texts I sent out the minute my fingers touched my phone:

ME to MIRANDA:  I have been SERVICED!!!!!

ME to LEILANI:  Dude!  I had sex!!

ME to SASH:  I am about to do the “ride of shame” home!!

ME to CARRIE:  I spent the night at a boy’s house…

ME to JENN:  Mr. Tuesday is going to drive me home from his place…

ME to PIPER:  Did THE DEED last night!!

Very high school of me, I know but I couldn’t help myself.  I actually felt pretty damn good.  I can see why people are in such a eurphoric mood post sex.  Hell, I didn’t even come and I still felt great. I was shocked that none of my lady friends responded to me right away.  WTF?!  I needed to talk to someone so badly.  Fucking bitches.  I’ll have to call everyone once I got home.  Damn.

I was in the hallway on the floor madly texting my friends when Mr. Tuesday came out from around the corner, freshly showered and naked.  I was a bit taken aback by his casual demeanor but then again we did just fuck and what I saw wasn’t anything new.  I blushed.  He asked me again if I was alright.   I did my best to look him in the eyes but him being naked was a tad bit distracting.  “Yup.  Totally fine.” I told him quickly.  He turned and headed down the hall and I made my way to the living room and waited on the couch.

“Thanks for making my bed.”  He called out from his room.  I smiled to myself.   A few minutes later Mr. Tuesday walked out in dark jeans, a grey button up and a black suit jacket.  Fuck me, he was handsome.  He pecked me on the lips before he sat down and tied his shoes.  God this man smelled amazing.  Whatever cologne he was wearing I will forever associate it with him regardless of whomever else was wearing it.

Mr. Tuesday gathered his things and I was ready to do the ‘hobble of shame’ out of his apartment.  We made small talk and I kissed him on the elevator ride down.  I liked him.  I liked him enough to know that I could totally work the “friends with benefits” angle.  We were ALWAYS very upfront with each other so there was no bullshitting anything and I loved that.

The drive home was pleasant.  He stopped off at the Starbucks where we first met and picked up some warm beverages for the ride.  I nursed my chai tea latte as he sang along to his playlist with abandon.  He totally made me smile like an idiot.  Loved it.

He pulled up into my driveway and walked me to my front door.  I thanked him again for taking me home and that I had fun.  I smiled up at him and hoped that he would kiss me goodbye.  Mr. Tuesday did not disappoint.  He touched his lips to mine, soft wet and slow.   It was a lovely and proper kiss goodbye, the kind that leaves you floating.  Nice.

I watched as he got back into his car and drove away.  I wondered if he would ever contact me again since we showed each other the benefits.  Could we really be friends?

Please Insert Here

Mr. Tuesday was stark-ass naked now.  I had his generous (Thank GOD) and very turgid member firmly gripped in my right hand.  One of his hands then slipped inside the back of my fancy panties.  GAHHHH!!!  This was seriously happening…JESUS CHRIST! 

I let him go and felt him bounce against my still underwear covered ass.  I was straddling his waist now, the flimsy piece of cloth separating my more intimate connection to him, drenched.  My top was now askew and I my placed my outstretched arms on either side of his head. 

Mr. Tuesday and I looked at each other lustfully, my long hair tenting our faces.  I felt him tug my panties completely off me, an easy feat when you only have one leg.  Surprisingly enough, especially to me, was the fact that I wasn’t self-conscious of him seeing my stump in all its amputated glory.  With him I forgot I wasn’t physically complete.  There was something about him that ALWAYS allowed me to forget.  I liked that.

I was completely exposed from the waist down now and I could feel the length of his shaft against my seam.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph was that ever winding me up!  I leaned down to latch onto his mouth.  To have his tongue explore mine with abandon.  Whatever his mouth was doing, I wanted to have his member mimic the same to me below the waist.  My lord was it ever an excruciatingly welcome torture.

My blood started to slow and white noise filled my ears as he continued to kiss me and ruthlessly rub himself against my opening.  I needed air.  I couldn’t breathe fast enough.  I was gasping into his right ear enjoying the feel of his stubbly jaw against my cheek.  When I broke free he used that as an opportunity to pull my top off me.

All of a sudden, I was thoroughly naked in front of him.   There was just enough light coming from the hallway that it dawned on me…Mr. Tuesday would see E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.  My saggy boobs, my wrinkled soft middle that bore scars from childbirth, my poorly deforested crotch, all of my imperfections I hide with clothes, laid bare.  That ULTRA amazing feeling I was climbing to just landslided HUGE.

Hello anxiety attack number three.

Mr. Tuesday looked fantastic without clothes on and I needed to remedy my situation quickly.  I didn’t give two fucks—no pun intended—about what satisfaction I needed.  I was hell bent on ensuring that he would be taken care of without having to endure looking at the grossly imperfect side of me.  Distract.  Distract.  MOTHERFUCKING DISTRACT!!!!

I just needed to go though the motions and get the deed and him done by any means possible.  I had to complete the challenge.  I leaned forward as my chest and pebbled nipples dragged against his smooth heated torso.  I adored that skin-to-skin contact.  I kissed him deep and full once more then licked and nibbled his neck and ears.  Then I felt his right hand grip my hip and his left hand position himself to enter me.  The lush tip of his cock teasing my slick entrance then in one fail swoop he pushed up and I sunk into him. Penis entered vagina….wait a minute… OMG.  OMG.  HOLY FUCK!  PENIS HAS ENTERED VAGINA! Mr. Tuesday groaned loudly and I looked at him, my eyes wide and my mouth open to a perfect ‘O’ as he filled me from root to tip.  He started to move, to slowly pump me as I laid on top of him.  Fuck.  He felt so good but I wanted to feel him deeper and harder which meant that I had to sit up and expose myself to him where he could see all the unattractive bits of me. 

He wanted that too, to be deeper in me I could tell.  He slipped his hands in front and pushed me off him just a little so that he was now intently palming and cupping my breasts and rolling my peaked nipples in between his fingers.  Goddamn.   What he was doing felt incredible and I needed compliment his actions with my own but I was freaking out at the fact that he would really have to look at me once I sat upright.

I finally found the courage and to sit up but not before I crossed my forearms in front of me so that my boobs were all that he saw as I placed my sweaty palms against his chest.  I figure this was the best I could do to hide my jelly belly. 

I began to rock my hips and grind myself against him.  Mr. Tuesday groaned loudly as I squeezed him against my inner walls.  He suckled my breasts and pinched my nipples every now and then, which drove me absolutely insane and I just wanted to fuck him even harder however that would mean me leaning back more and he would see just too much unsightly things in the available light.

I knew I was totally over thinking everything which killed a bit the mood on my end but I assumed that what I was doing was decent because he was audibly moaning and panting.  Just take care of him…just take care him…just take care of him I kept repeating to myself. 

I think he wanted me to ride him to the brink and I just couldn’t do it…I was too self-conscious so I figure the best way to hide myself and take care of business was to be a ‘giver’.  I bent forward and kissed him again and then began my slow descent south.  Licking, kissing, sucking and blowing bits and pieces of his ears, throat, chest and stomach.  My long hair like a sheet being dragged against his skin as my mouth moved lower. 

Mr. Tuesday ‘manscapes’!  This motherfucker TOTALLY deserves a blowjob!  Only truly considerate bastards know women don’t want to inadvertently floss their teeth with pubes.

I grazed my lips on his hips, licked his inner thigh and made my mouth known to expanse of skin below his waist.  I looked up at Mr. Tuesday through my lashes as he watched me trace my tongue from base to tip before I opened wide and swallowed his aching manhood until I felt him hit the back of my throat.  I could taste myself on him.  He hissed loudly as I continued my assault, my head bobbing up an down as I ensured I kept him nice and wet inside my mouth.  He started to roll his hips and grabbed a fistful of my hair as I sucked him harder.  He fucked my mouth long enough that my jaw began to slowly ache and my lips became swollen.  I could tell he wasn’t going to let me finish him this way otherwise it wouldn’t have gone on for this long.  I pushed my hair away from my face, kissed his velvety crown and looked at him through hooded eyes.

Mr. Tuesday pulled me up towards him, kissed me quickly then slipped away and stood at the edge of the bed…Ahhh…doggie style…I was game, as this position didn’t show off too much of my unsightly body, well from the front at least.  He entered me unbearably slow I couldn’t help but gasp loudly at the sensation of it.  He pulled back then without warning slammed into me deep.  “FUCK!” I called out.  He was then feverish in his onslaught of me.  Driving himself faster, harder and deeper.  We were both panting hard and I was fisting the sheets.   He let out a laboured groan, gripped my hips roughly before he pulled out and came.  

I already knew that I was never going to finish that night.  My personal hang-ups about my body were too great to fully enjoy my time with him.  He was taken care of and that was my objective.  I also prayed to God he didn’t notice my inexperience.  I just wanted to be a decent lay.   I also FINALLY got the fucking cobwebs cleaned out after two fucking years!!  FUCKING A BITCHES!!!!!!!

Mr. Tuesday then composed himself as did I, got back into bed, asked if I was okay, to which I replied a soft “yeah”, pressed his chest against my back, his left arm around my waist and spooned me as he fell soundly asleep.   I do not cuddle post coitus.  I'm a fuck me, don't touch me and sleep on the wet spot kind of girl.  I found it oddly strange that I did not mind him next to me.

I was awake.  More awake then if I had 5 venti Starbucks blonde roast coffees back-to-back.  My mind was racing reviewing what just transpired and I started to freak out…I think I just made a HUGE FUCKING MISTAKE….

 

LET'S GO!!

Mr. Tuesday could tell something was wrong when he let me in.

HIM:

You alright?

He leaned in and gave me a soft peck on the lips.  God he smelled good.

ME:

I’m fine….I think I need a drink.

HIM:

Sure I’ll get you some water.

Fuck the water.  I needed something stronger.

ME:

No.  I need a REAL drink.

And with that statement I made my way to his living room and got comfortable on the couch and attempted to exhale the nervous tension I was feeling.

HIM:

Babe, it’s almost 2 in the morning I can’t believe you want me to be your bartender now.  I have work in the morning.

His use of the word ‘babe’ made me smile and the fact he sounded playful put me a bit more at ease.  I just continued to giggle relentlessly.

Mr. Tuesday was making his way towards me with a giant glass filled with clinking ice and something alcoholic that was red.  My eyes followed him as he sat perpendicular to me on his sectional.  He placed the drink on the coffee table and softly pressed his lips to mine then kissed my forehead before sinking his back into the couch. 

HIM:

We should be sitting on my bed not on the couch.  What is this?

He chuckled and smirked towards me.  Fuck he was so cute.  I was crazy nervous.  I knew that he could tell that I was, because I could not stop giggling.  His only physical contact with me was that kiss.  He kept his distance.  I could tell he was trying to be respectful or at least attempting to be a VERY patient wolf.  Either way, it was endearing.

I knew that he liked my hair down.  I pulled the hair tie out and shook my hair free so it fell in large soft waves past my shoulders.  His eyes lit up a little when I did that and his smile more devilish.

ME:

Thanks for the drink.

With that statement I took the large glass brought it to my mouth and basically pounded the drink back like it was shot.  Ice cubes and all.  I think he gave me a Caesar but the hell if I knew.  I didn’t taste anything.  I just wanted to drink it as fast as I could in the hopes that it’s effect would work it’s magic to loosen me up a bit.  No pun intended. 

HIM:

Baby!  What are you doing?  You gonna get sick!

I noticed the genuine shock on his face as I took down the beverage as fast as I did.  I also felt the butterflies go haywire in my belly when he called me ‘Baby’.  Cute.  I slammed the empty glass back onto the coffee table and let out a cleansing breath.

ME:

Okay!

HIM:

Okay?

I scooted over closer to Mr. Tuesday, leaned in and kissed him proper with just a hint of tongue.  He searched my eyes to make sure I was really okay with everything. I had stopped giggling all together after I kissed him.  Smirked and straightened my back.

ME:

Okay.  Let’s go!

HIM:

We can sit for a bit if you want.

ME:

NOPE.  Let’s go.  Take me to your bedroom…Right now!

And I stood up.

Oh man the grin he had on his face was priceless as was the chuckle he let out.  I think he was slightly taken aback by my unabashed demeanor.  You have no idea how adorable he looked in his PJs.  Heartstrings pulling.  I had to remind myself to shut that shit down.  NO ATTACHMENT.

He stood up, firmly held my left hand in his—swoon—and gingerly helped me hop down the hallway towards his bedroom.  There were a couple candles already burning in the dimly lit space. 

His bedroom, like the rest of his place was very masculine.  Browns and blacks were the colour scheme again.  His bed took up the majority of the space in his room.  He left the hall light on and there was music playing in the background.  Fuck.  This guy knows how to fully prepare.  I guess when you’re as worldly as him you kind of remember a few things when entertaining ladies.  We stop at the foot of his bed and I let go of his hand.

ME:

Okay.  Which side of the bed is yours?

He points to the left and I make my way to the right side.  He pulls the covers down and waits for me.  I begin unbuttoning my jeans and slip my cardigan off.

ME:

Just so you know I am leaving my panties and top on when I get in bed with you.

HIM:

Aww…seriously?

ME:

YOU…you are in FULL pajama regalia, there is no fucking way I am getting in naked if you’re not.  I’m not wearing a bra so that should make things a little easier.

I slipped into his bed and laid there…like a cadaver waiting for an autopsy.  Hands at my side, covers pulled up to my chest.  He kept his PJ bottoms on but I watched as he pulled his T-shirt off.  My breath hitched just a little.  He was toned.  His shoulders broad his arms defined and his chest smooth.  Fuck.  I’m going to look like shit next to him and that’s when anxiety attack number two came.

I could feel the beverage I just drank fighting it’s way to come up and minute beads of sweat began to form on my forehead and I instantly felt my hands go clammy. 

SHIT.  SHIT.  SHIT.  Not now.  NOT NOOOWW!

I HAD to pull it together or this night was going to crash and burn.  The bed had already dipped signalling that he was getting in.  FUCK!  I raised my right arm and placed my forearm on my forehead for a brief second to attempt to wipe the sweat off before placing that arm behind my head and praying my hair would help absorb the clamminess from that hand.  I gripped the sheets with the other under the covers to alleviate the problem with the left. 

I felt a brief cool whoosh of air against my bare leg and a half when he lifted the covers to get in and he scooped me close to him.  I could feel my heart in my throat.  Which was now parched by the way.  I felt dizzy but at the same time tingly in all the right places.  I had no choice but to rest my head against his smooth soft chest and just let his arms envelope me as I did the same.  My right arm rested just above the waistline of his pj’s.  Christ.

Mr. Tuesday kissed the top of my head, exhaled and whispered a soft “goodnight” against my ear, relaxed and closed his eyes.  He was super observant and was aware that I was nervous.  He knew that I haven’t slept with anyone in two years BUT he had no clue that he was now about to be the second man in my existence to share a bed with.  I was panicking because I was so desperate not to show my inexperience.  I wanted to make sure he was going to be taken care of.  I wasn’t sure how he would take the fact that he would be my number two on my proverbial bedpost.  I’d never reveal that but he may figure that out on his own once things got…er… more heated.

At this point it didn’t look promising.  Don’t get me wrong - feeling his entire body pressed against mine was glorious.  We were in our own little cocoon and I have never felt so safe in my entire life.  Bold of me to say considering that Mr. Tuesday was a practical stranger I met nine days ago and saw for a few hours that one night getting all hot and heavy.

He was ALWAYS a gentleman with me.  Conscious of boundaries.  He was going to let me initiate.  Fucker.  I squeaked out a breathy ‘goodnight’ against his pectoral and gave him a kiss on the base of his throat.  He squeezed me tighter after that.  Sigh.  I felt him against my leg.  He wasn’t fully hard but I was very much aware that he could be in mere seconds.

Okay it was sink or swim time for me.  Don’t think.  Don’t think.  JUST DO!  LIVE BITCH!   JUST FUCKING LIVE IN THE MOMENT!

I’m fairly confident that Mr. Tuesday could literally feel my heart pounding against him like a portable massager.  I closed my eyes for just a moment to gather my shit together and focus. 

I schooched myself up just enough so that when I started to peck at the hollow of his neck, his stubbly jaw and just behind his ear I would end up finishing at his mouth.  I pressed my lips to his and he welcomed me.  Our tongues wrestling against each other in a desperate need to taste.  I instantly felt myself getting wet and now REALLY felt him against me through his pajama bottoms.  The kiss grew deeper and more frantic.  I bit his lower lip and slipped my hand that was resting just above his waistline inside his pajama bottoms.  I lightly grazed him with my fingers and he groaned ever so slightly. 

Mr. Tuesday’s mouth was ravaging my neck with abandon.  I was pretty much on top of him now, my right hand still in his pants palming and cupping him.  He kissed his way down to the valley in between my chest and pulled down one side of my top to gain access to one of my heaving breasts.  The relief and pleasure I felt when his warm mouth made contact with my straining hardened nipple was exquisite torture.  I moaned audibly as he laved me there.  Holy fuck.  I was on the verge of getting off right there just from him doing that!  I was firmly stroking him now inside his pants.

Mr. Tuesday paused for just a moment to help me gain better access to him.  I winced at the lack of contact from his mouth.  He pulled off his pajama bottoms and I now saw exactly what I was holding in my hands…

Just Jump

Mr. Tuesday calling late wasn’t anything surprising.  Most of our conversations happen after 10pm anyways.  It was really nice knowing there was someone who actually wanted to talk and get to know me.  We were becoming friends, which I liked very much.  Like I said, he was way too charming and funny NOT to want to keep.

We made standard polite chitchat then in his typically charming fashion he cracked one of his terribly cheesy jokes and I cringed and laughed at the same time.  We started talking about our first date and how we were both very remorseful about it ending a little too prematurely.  I told him that he was a great kisser and that I could have done SO MUCH more.  He agreed.  We both sighed at the same time then silence…

In my mind I was recalling that night and imagining all the things that would have happened had I stayed longer.  I pressed my thighs together and felt myself getting tight down there.  I pipe up and say with hopeful questioning…

ME:

I’m okay with the whole friends with benefits thing if that’s what you want. 

HIM:

Yeah, yeah…we could do that.  That’s fine…friends…that mouth of yours….mmm…

Mr. Tuesday’s voice got a little low and husky now.

We sexually teased each other back and forth again about what we liked.  Hot and bothered doesn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling now.  My lower lip was raw from biting and my panties completely soaked.

HIM:

You should come to my place.

He jokingly said.

ME:

Uhhh…I think you should come to mine.  I’ve already been to your place.

HIM:

My place is better.

ME:

WHY?  What is it about a dude’s place that makes it better?

HIM:

It’s just better.  Guys just like being in their space.  Ha…you gonna come over?

I was giggling now.

ME:

NO!  It’s really late but fucker, you made me totally horny, you bastard.

HIM:

Awww…come on….come over…

It was now almost one in the morning.  I knew that it was very late.  I knew that he was completely teasing me about coming over.  I knew that I wanted to see him again to feel his lips against mine - amongst other things on my body. The cogs in my head suddenly spun in a completely different direction and clicked into a place very uncharacteristic of me.  I have no clue what made me so bold to say I what I said next…

ME:

Okay.  I’ll come over.

HIM:

Wait…WHAT?

ME:

I said yeah.  I’ll come over.  I need your address.

HIM:

Are you being serious?

ME:

Yes.  Don’t you want me to come over?

HIM:

Fuck.  Of course!

ME:

Okay.  I’m going to get ready.  See you soon.

I hung up before I could change my mind.  Then I realized that he never gave me his address, so I text him.  He immediately calls me back instead.

ME:

Hey…I need your address fucker.

HIM:

I’m not sure this is a good idea.

ME:

Why?  Is it because it’s so late?

HIM:

No.  I just don’t want to make it weird between us.  The friendship is important to me.

My shoulders slump in disappointment.

ME:

Okay…if that’s what you want.  I don’t want to make it weird between us either but I’m totally okay with friends with benefits…you know that….but that’s fine…it’s all good.

Damn.  Sigh.

HIM:

It’s not that I don’t want you…it’s just…(long pause)…it’s just that I don’t believe it would be respectful because I think the world of you.

Always a gentleman that fucker.

ME:

I’m 100% okay with the friends with benefits thing, but if it will make our friendship weird then don’t worry about it.  It’s all good…I understand.

HIM:

Umm…I think…hmmm…you know what…FUCK IT.  Just come over.  Even if nothing happens we can just cuddle in bed.

HOLY SHIT. 

ME:

Okay…but it’s alright if you don’t want me to come over. It’s totally fine.  I don’t want it to be weird between us.

HIM:

No…no…just come over.  It’s fine.

ME:

Okay text me your address and I should be at your place in about half an hour.

HIM:

Okay.  See ya soon.

HOLY FUCK!  I’m really gonna do this.  I’m going to his place in the middle of the night.  This is fucking CRAZY!  MENTAL!

Okay.  Breathe.  Deep breaths.  You just jumped off a cliff and are waiting to fly or crash.  Which one is it going to be girl?

WAIT!  FUUUUUCCCKKKK!

When one hasn’t engaged in any intimate physical activity in over 2 years there really isn’t a point in doing any kind of maintenance down the vagina way.  Now, with the possibility of that looming in less than an hour, one is in a desperate scramble to correct that severe oversight.

I quickly make my way to my ensuite and pray to God that I have razors.  Please, please…PLEASE!!!  I check the cupboard under the sink and collapse with tears of joy in my eyes when I see that there are still three brand new razors left.

I have never in my life spread my legs open and mowed the lawn so fast down there.  It was almost like watching a time-lapse video in ultra high speed.  I went through all THREE razors! It was THAT bad.  I pretty much shaved an Ewok off my crotch once I looked at the floor of my tub.

I put on a pair of cute panties, fitted dark jeans and a floral print deep V-neck cap sleeve top with NO bra-so classy I know-and a yellow cardigan.   Spritzed some perfume onto my cleavage, piled my hair into a bun and waited for the cab to arrive.

What I was doing to so incredibly uncharacteristic of me I was trying to reason with myself on the ride over.  I completely ignored all warning signs that what I was doing was a mistake.  That I wasn’t ready for anything close to this nature.  That bad shit is gonna come from it.  He’s practically a complete stranger.  I kicked those thoughts under the proverbial rug.  Just fucking live!   Enjoy the moment of spontaneity.  Just fuck it and hopefully him as well.  HA!

I text Mr. Tuesday to let him know I was on my way.

ME:

I am en route…if you feel weird about me coming over tell me now…I’m a big girl…

HIM:

It’s fine…

Phew. 

HIM:

Close?

ME:

I’m approaching your street…

HIM:

Okay…I’ll warn the neighbourhood

ME:

Hahahahaha!!!

HIM:

Snipers…Where are you?!

ME:

Fuck you!!!

HIM:

Ha!

Count on Mr. Tuesday for being consistently charming.  His comical texts put me somewhat at ease.  It wasn’t until I stepped out of the cab and walked into his building I began to have a SERIOUS anxiety attack.  

As I rode the elevator up to his floor I began to feel extremely light headed and began to dry heave.  Fuck me.  Not now!!!  I hobbled out and leaned my forehead against the cool metal doorframe of the elevator.  I closed my eyes and fought back the need to vomit.  I took four big breaths...in and out...then took four more, wiped the sweat off my brows and upper lip, gulped down the bile, straightened my back and tried to look as composed as I could.  I turned the corner and made my way down the hallway.

Mr. Tuesday opened the door to his place when I was about halfway down the hall.  I felt my chest tighten just a little bit when I saw him.  He looked adorable all barefoot in his grey plaid pajama bottoms and fitted grey T-shirt, eyes bright with an impish smirk on his face. 

HOLY FUCK.   This is really happening.

I giggled out a “Hey…” As he stepped aside and let me in...