turned back to me.“We should probably go now,” I said, and she nodded in agreement.
“I’m really sorry about Billy,” she told me when we were back at the hotel, parked at the end of the horseshoe driveway.
“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it.” My head was clear now, the mood of the moment definitely gone. I knew that she was disappointed, but I couldn’t help it. She didn’t ask to come inside. Instead she told me that she wished she could see me tomorrow, but she had to work. “What about Monday?” I shook my head regretfully. “Work night. I don’t know how late I’ll be.”
“Friday?”
“If I don’t go home for the weekend,” I laughed. “You certainly are persistent.”
“Only when it’s worth it,” she replied.
I kissed her softly and thanked her before saying good night.
I spent most of Sunday swimming and lounging by the pool. I stretched out in the hot sun and let my mind wander. Last night had left me with a severe case of sexual frustration. I had almost forgotten what it felt like. But it was there with me all day, that dull ache that just wouldn’t go away. I allowed myself the luxury of replaying the events of the last night, relishing the memory of Michelle’s mouth and the thrill of her practiced hands.
She certainly knew exactly what she was doing, I chuckled to myself, speculating that Michelle was no stranger to sexual encounters. I imagined she had probably had more than her share of women in her young life. I, on the other hand, had never quite been able to let go and appreciate sex with someone unless I believed that I was in love with her. While part of me was proud of that fact, another side of me occasionally wanted to break out and discover what it would be like to be carefree.
I imagined what it would be like to sleep with Michelle, squirming just a little as I lay on the lounge chair. I rolled over and put my face in my hands.
I had no misconceptions about where this new relationship was going. I knew very well that it wasn’t about falling in love and living happily ever after. I was certain that Michelle wasn’t looking for that sort of thing. Just as I was equally certain that for me, it was more of a physical attraction than anything else. So far.
It felt good to be wanted. Pure and simple. Particularly by someone as young and attractive as Michelle. The question was, could I get sexually involved with her without getting too emotionally involved? After all, I would be returning to Boston in a couple of months. The last thing I wanted was to be pining away for someone.
The question rattled around in my mind for several minutes until I decided that my heart was probably pretty safe with this one. But I knew there was only one way to find out for sure.
I made a silent pledge to let go a little, to enjoy myself, and Michelle, as much as I could.
By four o’clock I’d had enough of the sun and headed back to my room. I started thinking about dinner, then thought perhaps I should spend some time writing letters that evening. I let myself into my room, the fragrance of freshly-cut flowers greeting me as I did. A huge bouquet of roses, carnations, and baby’s breath had been placed on the table. I smiled and approached them to lean down and inhale deeply. A small card was tucked into the arrangement, and I pulled it out and opened it up. It was simply signed Michelle. My smile grew. It was nice to know that she was thinking about me too.
I decided to call and thank her, hoping that I could catch her before she left for work. I was in luck.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” I said when she answered the phone.
“You’re welcome.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“When do you have to go to work?”
“Actually, I’m on my way out now.”
“Oh. I’ll let you go. I just wanted to thank you.”
“Okay,” she hesitated. “Listen, if you’re not doing anything later, you can always come down to the club. It’s usually
“I’m really sorry about Billy,” she told me when we were back at the hotel, parked at the end of the horseshoe driveway.
“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t worry about it.” My head was clear now, the mood of the moment definitely gone. I knew that she was disappointed, but I couldn’t help it. She didn’t ask to come inside. Instead she told me that she wished she could see me tomorrow, but she had to work. “What about Monday?” I shook my head regretfully. “Work night. I don’t know how late I’ll be.”
“Friday?”
“If I don’t go home for the weekend,” I laughed. “You certainly are persistent.”
“Only when it’s worth it,” she replied.
I kissed her softly and thanked her before saying good night.
I spent most of Sunday swimming and lounging by the pool. I stretched out in the hot sun and let my mind wander. Last night had left me with a severe case of sexual frustration. I had almost forgotten what it felt like. But it was there with me all day, that dull ache that just wouldn’t go away. I allowed myself the luxury of replaying the events of the last night, relishing the memory of Michelle’s mouth and the thrill of her practiced hands.
She certainly knew exactly what she was doing, I chuckled to myself, speculating that Michelle was no stranger to sexual encounters. I imagined she had probably had more than her share of women in her young life. I, on the other hand, had never quite been able to let go and appreciate sex with someone unless I believed that I was in love with her. While part of me was proud of that fact, another side of me occasionally wanted to break out and discover what it would be like to be carefree.
I imagined what it would be like to sleep with Michelle, squirming just a little as I lay on the lounge chair. I rolled over and put my face in my hands.
I had no misconceptions about where this new relationship was going. I knew very well that it wasn’t about falling in love and living happily ever after. I was certain that Michelle wasn’t looking for that sort of thing. Just as I was equally certain that for me, it was more of a physical attraction than anything else. So far.
It felt good to be wanted. Pure and simple. Particularly by someone as young and attractive as Michelle. The question was, could I get sexually involved with her without getting too emotionally involved? After all, I would be returning to Boston in a couple of months. The last thing I wanted was to be pining away for someone.
The question rattled around in my mind for several minutes until I decided that my heart was probably pretty safe with this one. But I knew there was only one way to find out for sure.
I made a silent pledge to let go a little, to enjoy myself, and Michelle, as much as I could.
By four o’clock I’d had enough of the sun and headed back to my room. I started thinking about dinner, then thought perhaps I should spend some time writing letters that evening. I let myself into my room, the fragrance of freshly-cut flowers greeting me as I did. A huge bouquet of roses, carnations, and baby’s breath had been placed on the table. I smiled and approached them to lean down and inhale deeply. A small card was tucked into the arrangement, and I pulled it out and opened it up. It was simply signed Michelle. My smile grew. It was nice to know that she was thinking about me too.
I decided to call and thank her, hoping that I could catch her before she left for work. I was in luck.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” I said when she answered the phone.
“You’re welcome.” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“When do you have to go to work?”
“Actually, I’m on my way out now.”
“Oh. I’ll let you go. I just wanted to thank you.”
“Okay,” she hesitated. “Listen, if you’re not doing anything later, you can always come down to the club. It’s usually
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