sorry,
Jamie, I know this is really mean of me because it’s your birthday,
but it’s not going to happen. I just can’t,” she insisted as she
swung her legs over the edge of the bed and started adjusting her
clothes.
I lay there
face down and groaned in frustration. But it was no good. Seraphina
had said no, and I was just going to have to accept it, although I
was still secretly convinced that it was just her nerves getting
the better of her, and if I could only get past the first awkward
stage with her she’d be totally fine. Maybe next time, if I was
patient with her.
“I really am
sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, if I led you on in
anyway. I don’t usually drink so I can only think that’s what made
me act that way with you. Please forgive me; I’ll understand if you
don't want us to be friends anymore,” she said in a wobbly voice,
as if she was about to burst into tears.
I was gutted
at how things had turned out, but I wasn’t ready to give up on
Seraphina yet. She’d told me previously that she grew up in an all
female household. No father around, no brothers. So maybe that had
had a detrimental effect on her relationships with men. Maybe she
needed to learn to relax with me first, before we could have sex. I
didn’t want to accept the possibility that she was gay. If I
possibly wanted her to be my girlfriend, then it was clear I was
going to have to be patient with her. I’ve always enjoyed a
challenge, and I could do the whole mature and considerate thing
couldn’t I? So I slowly sat up next to her.
“Look, Sera,
there’s nothing to forgive. I’m not angry with you. Maybe if we
took things really slowly, went back to basics, had a few dates and
got to know each other, you’d feel more relaxed and then things
will progress naturally between us, until you’re ready to take the
next step with me.”
“Would you
really do that for me? Most guys react really badly when I pull
back. They usually start calling me a prick tease, that kind of
thing,” Sera whispered.
“I’ve been
trying to get you to come out on a date with me so I could get to
know you better ever since we first met, but you’ve always made
excuses, saying you’re too busy. So all I ask is that you make time
for me and give me a chance; give us a chance. If you’ll do
that for me, I promise we’ll take things at your pace, although I’m
not going to lie; it won’t be easy when I'm so crazy for you.” I
tried to subtly rearrange my frustrated and unsatisfied cock.
“I’m so sorry,
Jamie, I truly am. This is exactly why I keep guys at a distance. I
know how things always turn out, so I’ve found it’s much simpler
not to let anything start in the first place. But it seems you’re
different. You really are quite a special guy, aren’t you?” she
said, as she smiled, then kissed me briefly on my lips. She put her
hand on my face as she looked into my eyes, and I leant into her
hand.
“You’re the
special one, Sera. For you, I will wait until you say you are
ready. Just come on a date with me, please?”
“Okay. How
about Saturday morning? I have to work in the evening, and I’d
planned to study in the afternoon, but the morning is free, if
you’re willing to get up and go out somewhere?”
I always spent
Friday nights drinking with my rugby club mates, and it usually
went on pretty late, so I didn't normally get up until around lunch
time on a Saturday. But I could hardly turn her down after pleading
with her could I?
So that was
how we ended up going to the Tate Modern art gallery so that she
could show me her favourite pieces of art on the first Saturday,
while the following week I took her to a rugby match, because we’d
agreed we could take it in turns doing things that were new
experiences for each of us.
And we did
sort of have fun. I liked walking along the embankment holding her
hand, even if I did think the Damien Hirst exhibition we’d just
viewed at Tate was a load of old rubbish. And
Jamie, I know this is really mean of me because it’s your birthday,
but it’s not going to happen. I just can’t,” she insisted as she
swung her legs over the edge of the bed and started adjusting her
clothes.
I lay there
face down and groaned in frustration. But it was no good. Seraphina
had said no, and I was just going to have to accept it, although I
was still secretly convinced that it was just her nerves getting
the better of her, and if I could only get past the first awkward
stage with her she’d be totally fine. Maybe next time, if I was
patient with her.
“I really am
sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, if I led you on in
anyway. I don’t usually drink so I can only think that’s what made
me act that way with you. Please forgive me; I’ll understand if you
don't want us to be friends anymore,” she said in a wobbly voice,
as if she was about to burst into tears.
I was gutted
at how things had turned out, but I wasn’t ready to give up on
Seraphina yet. She’d told me previously that she grew up in an all
female household. No father around, no brothers. So maybe that had
had a detrimental effect on her relationships with men. Maybe she
needed to learn to relax with me first, before we could have sex. I
didn’t want to accept the possibility that she was gay. If I
possibly wanted her to be my girlfriend, then it was clear I was
going to have to be patient with her. I’ve always enjoyed a
challenge, and I could do the whole mature and considerate thing
couldn’t I? So I slowly sat up next to her.
“Look, Sera,
there’s nothing to forgive. I’m not angry with you. Maybe if we
took things really slowly, went back to basics, had a few dates and
got to know each other, you’d feel more relaxed and then things
will progress naturally between us, until you’re ready to take the
next step with me.”
“Would you
really do that for me? Most guys react really badly when I pull
back. They usually start calling me a prick tease, that kind of
thing,” Sera whispered.
“I’ve been
trying to get you to come out on a date with me so I could get to
know you better ever since we first met, but you’ve always made
excuses, saying you’re too busy. So all I ask is that you make time
for me and give me a chance; give us a chance. If you’ll do
that for me, I promise we’ll take things at your pace, although I’m
not going to lie; it won’t be easy when I'm so crazy for you.” I
tried to subtly rearrange my frustrated and unsatisfied cock.
“I’m so sorry,
Jamie, I truly am. This is exactly why I keep guys at a distance. I
know how things always turn out, so I’ve found it’s much simpler
not to let anything start in the first place. But it seems you’re
different. You really are quite a special guy, aren’t you?” she
said, as she smiled, then kissed me briefly on my lips. She put her
hand on my face as she looked into my eyes, and I leant into her
hand.
“You’re the
special one, Sera. For you, I will wait until you say you are
ready. Just come on a date with me, please?”
“Okay. How
about Saturday morning? I have to work in the evening, and I’d
planned to study in the afternoon, but the morning is free, if
you’re willing to get up and go out somewhere?”
I always spent
Friday nights drinking with my rugby club mates, and it usually
went on pretty late, so I didn't normally get up until around lunch
time on a Saturday. But I could hardly turn her down after pleading
with her could I?
So that was
how we ended up going to the Tate Modern art gallery so that she
could show me her favourite pieces of art on the first Saturday,
while the following week I took her to a rugby match, because we’d
agreed we could take it in turns doing things that were new
experiences for each of us.
And we did
sort of have fun. I liked walking along the embankment holding her
hand, even if I did think the Damien Hirst exhibition we’d just
viewed at Tate was a load of old rubbish. And
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