Opening up (Getting back on the Wagon pt 2)

Opening up (Getting back on the Wagon pt 2)Squinting into the thin strip of sunlight perforating the curtains, Andy wearily looked up at the familiar alarm clock. 6:45am. A quick strike of the snooze button, and fifteen minutes sleep would really help lift the fog of the night before. It had been a late one. The previous day still seemed a daze, almost a dream. A rather shy and cumbersome man, he was struggling to come to terms with just how much he had opened up in just one day. Or, for that matter, how worthwhile it had been. For once, fear did not inhibit his actions and he had taken the bull by the horns - or she had, more literally. What a liberating moment. Chloe had been nothing other than a girl he admired from a distance in the café on his lunch break. An idle whiling of time whilst whistfully reveiwing her considerable beauty from a distance. What was it about meeting somebody that made him so poetic all of a sudden? He was hardly a great romantic. Or a romantic at all. Anything, for that matter. Until yesterday, he had gone years without any form of bond or attachment to a woman - physically or mentally. Yet here he was thinking over and over about what they had shared the night before. The chat, the connection, the fact they both seemed to want to spend so much of their time together after such a short time in each other's presence. And those dunes, that lust, that ejaculation, her moans...Mmmmmm. Shit!Too much thinking, too little sleeping. The alarm kicked in to take him away from his fantasy, just in time to really notice something that wasn't sleeping. This was more than a gentle thrum or throbbing, this was a pounding feeling. He was familiar with the sensation of the 'morning wood', had even in his moments of comparative weakness read up about it on websites. But this was something he hadn't felt in a long time. This was a real urge. Not just his bodily function, but a physical need.The morning routine was already broken. What the hell; The shower could wait a few minutes, watching morning telly was no must. This was. Oooooh this was. He gave in to the obvious temptation, and ten minutes of vigorous thrusting had him searching for the nearest available kleenex. Fuck, the box was empty. bloody hayfever. Too late to worry about it now - this was going to be messy. Unless, yes! Top drawer to his right. He could always clean a sock. It was far more anonymous than changing the sheets for the second time in a week. Now THAT would have got the neighbours talking. Overwhelmed, the release was immense. The first shot was so quick and powerful, it almost burnt. Poor sock, he thought. Would never have expected to be dowsed in semen, certainly wasn't designed for it. It was soaking through all the seams, oozing back down onto his pubic region. Surprisingly absorbent, a sock he thought.Andy was never one for feeling guilty about masturbation. He'd frequently given himself to temptation since his early teens. That first experience in the kitchen with the dishcloth wrapped around his penis to get it going, the initial excitement of realising he could release semen. The first exploration of his own body - everything seemed to be leading him to this moment. The moment even lying in bed, uncomfortably smeared in his own ejaculate, which meant so much because she was the reason he was so excited.Work was a blast that day. Customers were no trouble at all, everything he did was met with an all-conquering smile. The empowerment that the feelings of sexual re-awakening had given him, the thought of lunchtime. Lunch was a blur. Time passed so quickly when they were together. Chloe sat next to him in the coffee shop window, the pair of them looking out over the sea lapping over the coast, casting a longing and knowing look at the dunes. Talk was still natural, but Andy couldn't help but feel a little nervousness and uncertainty in Chloe's behaviour. And his own. He was more than familiar with a bit of doubt. Lingering in the background of every relationship he ever had - whether purely platonic and social or sexual in nature. He knew he wasn't the most experienced in this nevşehir escort situation, could only relate to the summer of love he had experienced. His true spiritual and sexual awakening in one. THAT summer. Was it because he was a little awkward socially - would go from being shy and silent to over-compensatory loud and brash in an instant, say the wrong thing and immediately regret it?"Andy, can I ask you something?" She bit her lip, slowly moving her tongue along the sexy raised point in the lower half. Looking up at him, she could have made butter melt with just a look."Of course.""I don't know how to say this.""Go on, please. Put me out of my misery. Everyone else does!" Over-compensating again. Possibly a little loud, a little too open. If her decision wasn't already made for her..."I find it really endearing that you really love your ex. You've kept all the photos. You clearly love her a lot...""I did.""You did? Or you do? It's just... Last night, when you touched me... you said Chloe. If you don't love her...""I can't..."She began to sob gently. He had to admit it, even this morning, he had woken up thinking of Chloe, not Rach. Rach was this wonderful women he had met, and he was ruining things by concentrating on something that could never happen. She stood up, as if to leave. Turned her back to him. Could be fatal... "Wait. I have to talk you through something. Make you understand.""I don't know if I want to hear it. I saw the look in your eyes..."She coolly headed towards the door. Making a scene, desperately clawing her back however much he wanted to. This just wasn't him. He still had her number, she might answer. Perhaps she just needed a little time to cool down. Hopefully.If his own insecurity hadn't fucked it up for him this time, it was his vanity. Vanity, in him. Five stone overweight, with the kind of body most people turned their noses up at, and the kind of personality that made him especially suited to working in the office, but made women walk away faster than they approached him. And now, the kind of stupid, insensitive, incompetent man who just couldn't own up to something that had happened a long time ago.No, not this time. He was always fairly sensitive. He knew the feeling of being hurt. Now, it was his turn to step up and be something he never really had to be before. A man.One attempt to call her. That was all he was going to make. If she didn't answer, he'd leave a message. He knew she wouldn't appreciate him being needy and unnecessarily desperate. After all, she didn't seem that kind of girl. "Hi. It's Andy," he casually stuttered into the voicemail. "I'm really sorry about earlier and I'd really like the opportunity to explain things to you. It's not something I'm really comfortable with, that's all. And I was being cowardly in trying to hide away from it for so long. In hiding it away from you this afternoon. It is all rather, awkward.""I want you to know that I really like you. I think we get on really well and I would love you to give me the chance to show you what I can be like. To see what we'd be like together."Best shot. If it failed, at least he'd got off. Had plenty of extra ammunition in the wank-bank. Why was he thinking like this? When did he become a complete arsehole? Yeah, he had felt a surge of confidence when he shared that moment with her. But this was not him. Never. Nights passed. Mornings where his sock draw diminished rapidly. Should've gone to the shop. Tissues weren't that expensive... He was where he started. He hadn't been successful. She wasn't even in the coffee shop. With a mate, nothing. Lost. A memory. Just like Chloe.Lunches were dire. Looking longingly at the beach and sea. The Dunes. His fast-depleting memories of a single night and two lunches of happiness in the cavernous meaningless and spiralling frustration and confusion that was his life. The post-girlfriend blues, and yet he had hardly known her.It was almost a month later when he caught her brown hair out of the corner of his eyes. She was bending over a chair opposite him - with her friend in tow. Did she niğde escort look over at him? No, this time he was imagining it. There wasn't going to be any happy story this time. Or happy ending...He felt himself rising in his trousers. He'd been here before, but this time there wasn't the same rush. Not that anyone had told his penis. He could have burst through the zip in his trousers if he was only big enough down there to apply enough pressure. Rach came over, took a seat. Man, was this going to be awkward!"Hi.""Hi.""How you been getting on?""Not bad. You?" "Yeah, not bad.""I'm... I've..." Oh shit, he was getting emotional. A small bead of salty tear trickled down his cheek as he looked her square in the eyes."Andy... I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. I was just so... confused. Angry, even.""That's OK. I've got something to tell you, but I think we'd be best off being alone when we do it, if that's OK with you?""Just as long as you don't try and force yourself on me or anything!"They giggled. There was a subtle change in the tone, and that feeling of ease and bounce in their conversation slowly returned. The elephant was in the room, but being kept quiet by the rubber carpet of their conciliatory efforts. "Tonight?""Sure. We can talk at mine."She had invited him to her house. Opportunity? No, leave those thoughts at the door. This was about getting their relationship back on track. Even if it had only lasted two days. They clearly both had feelings for each other, and they both had to show those at whatever pace they manifested themselves naturally.She met him at the café. Chatting naturally on their way along the promenade, they headed up the steps to the busy main road on which she lived. Above, of all places, a chemist. "Reckon we need to head in here?" She giggled nervously. "No. I don't... I guess you never know." Now he was the nervous one. Was she talking about what he though she might be?"They're open 'til half nine tonight. No rush!"She was playful now. Read like a book, Andy. You've done it again."Right. Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about that you couldn't speak of in a public place?""This is really difficult for me."Another tear. He had to learn to control his emotions more. She didn't seem the type that would put up with somebody who couldn't be in control all the time. Placing her arms around him."Will this help?""Thanks.""So, it's obvious it really concerns you. What is it?""The girl in the photos. The girl whose name I called you. Chloe....""Yes..."She sounded genuinely sympathetic. "That summer, we had a brilliant time. But it was never to be.""Why?""She," he sobbed gently, "sh.. shee... got ill. That summer. Neither of us knew it at first. But she started becoming unwell. Being tired. She'd get panicky for no reason. Jittery. Almost scared of something a lot of the time. Then she'd get physically sick. Everything seemed to hit her hard. She went to the doctors one afternoon. She was so worried. I... I was so worried. She couldn't really talk about it for weeks. And then she could barely talk at all... It was so quick."Barely coherent now, he knew she wouldn't take too kindly to this. Deep down, he knew he wouldn't be able to convince her with this.She pulled him in closer, gave him a peck on the cheek."Didn't she pull through?""She died. I got a call one morning. My whole world seemed to collapse around me. I'd been so happy. She was so happy. She was everything, and then she started slipping away from me. It was less than six months.""Come here..."He began to sob, pulled her closer to him."I understand. That must have been impossible to deal with. I'm so sorry I di..."She tailed off into a sob, and they embraced.They fell asleep in each other's arms. Didn't stir until nearly seven the following morning. And seven was THAT time. And this morning, in the embrace of the girl he thought he had lost forever and now seemed closer to him than ever... Oh my God! "Rach." "Huh?""It's quarter to seven.""Mmmm.""What time do you have to be at work?""Half eight. We've got ages."She pulled him tighter. Felt ordu escort him push against her thigh. "Oh, Andy!" Dramatic silence... She didn't pull away, seemed to ponder what it was that she wanted to do next. And then, she just nodded. Took him by the hand."We won't need to go downstairs just yet."A tease."We'll go downstairs up here first!"She led him off her sofa, into the small room opposite. One wardrobe, one small set of side drawers, and a king size bed. This was hardly palacial. But he felt like a king as she drew him over in her direction.He tore off her T-shirt, fumbled and failed with her bra. She did the honours. Down went her trousers, his.They kissed. They met in the middle as they embraced, and with their bodies pushed up against each other, they felt the heat of each other's bodies. He dropped his kissing down to her nipples, pressed his lips hard up against each of them in turn. They met him half-way. Groaning, she groped downwards in the direction of his penis. She pulled him up rapidly so she could get a good feel of his member from on top.He couldn't help but let out a brief groan of his own. This was going to be magnificent. And they were both uncontrollably aroused. Using his fingers, he gently felt her again. She was more than a little moist, and ready to take him. He looked her square in the eyes, she nodded. Reaching over the drawers, she handed him a small foil sachet. He obliged. Tearing it off with a combination of hand and teeth, he gently pulled the sheath over his throbbing member.She was soooo moist. He couldn't take his mind off her. Now. Now was time. Indecision, not now. GO FOR IT! And go for it he did. He'd often been jibed for the fact he wasn't the biggest in the trouser department, felt it had hindered his success and confidence around girls. He was especially small soft. But he was most certainly not soft now. Rock solid, he felt he could do anything, even if he knew he was never going to be thought of as having a snake in his pants.She was tight. Tighter than he remembered from his fingers. She enveloped him perfectly. He felt her lady lips lift lustfully over his elongated member. Lapping up each moment, he gently thrust backwards and forwards against her pelvis. This felt good. Really good. She seemed to be enjoying it, too. Each time he pushed forwards, she let out a little gasp of pleasure. That slight left kink seemed to be less of a hinderance than he thought. She could really feel him. He had never, even in Chloe, felt as though he was so close to a girl in the moment. Or such a good fit. Mmmm what a feeling.A good twenty minutes passed. Since when could he sustain this much arousal. She brought the best out of him, clearly. He felt her shudder. Had he achieved something he had never done before? He felt a distinct dampening in her crotch and the surrounding areas, and the decibel levels shot through the stratosphere. She was so tight... tightening, every thrust made his foreskin and glans more tender. Was he getting harder, longer, inside her? It certainly felt that way. Confidence soared in him as he gasped. And moaned. The swell was enormous. He could feel everything happening, The lift in his penis. The surge of moving ejaculate. The rush of blood to both heads. The light headed feeling that happens at the point of coitus. And the splat of several hot streams of semen pushing their way into the teat of the condom. They kissed. He slowly withdrew. They looked hesitantly at the clock. Fearful that they could have over-run a little. Just before eight. They'd make work in time, if they showered together and kept their hands off each other. What a turn on. She grabbed a tissue, dried him off and took the condom off rapidly. Her hands were so soft and gentle against his skin as he slowly returned to his normal soft state."Guess we best get ready for work?!""Yeah, guess we should!"Showered, changed and out the front door, they went their separate ways."Lunch?""Yeah. See you there!""If you're anything like you were this morning... I'll see you six inches earlier!"Tease again."Yeah, yeah! You know you should be careful...""Why?""I might just choose to become one of those outdoor sex types!""Think we might have already started off down that route."She winked and they parted. Firmly back on the wagon, and opened back up to the world and each other. It was worth checking her out in the coffee shop, after all.