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“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said, grabbing Courtney
and hugging her as soon as she walked downstairs.
“Umm, you’re welcome,” she said, hugging me back. “What’d I
do that was so great?”
“You suggested that I say hi to him, and he is so handsome,
but I didn’t know how handsome until he turned around. He’s so dreamy that it
nearly took my breath away, but it’s not just his looks. He’s also kind and
funny and
down-to-earth, and he has a golden retriever,” I gushed,
breathless.
I knew the golden retriever part would win her over. “Well,
any guy who has a great dog like that has to be somewhat okay, but slow down.
Who is this guy, and what do you know about him?”
I took a moment to enjoy how protective she was of me, and
then I started about telling her all about Sumptuous Seth. Courtney liked my
nickname for him, but decided that SS was much easier to say.
“SS does sound great,” Courtney admitted. “Just be safe and
only meet him in public places at first. You never know. He could be an ax
murderer or some other kind of freak.”
“We’re coming to Joe’s on Friday night, so you can check him
out for yourself. Let me know if you think he has dead bodies buried in his
basement.”
We both snickered, but then Court turned serious. “I mean
it. You haven’t been out in the dating world for a while, and it’s a jungle out
there.”
“Technically, I’ve never been in the dating world, other
than that fiasco of a blind date that Annie sent me on.” I had been so awkward
with my pimples and braces in high school that boys had barely glanced at me.
Larry and I had met during my first week of college. I
remembered the thrilling feeling of realizing that he was actually flirting
with me.
Larry wasn’t Sumptuous Seth handsome, but he certainly
wasn’t unattractive. In the initial stages of our relationship he had been
attentive and sweet. He had completely swept me off my feet. We dated the
entire time I was in college.
During that time, we had some serious make-out sessions. I
regularly gave him hand-jobs and had even sucked him off a few times, but I was
determined to remain a virgin until marriage, even if I was only a
technical-virgin.
The summer after I graduated from the University of
Michigan, we got married. That was when I learned about my inability to orgasm.
I loved that Courtney was so willing to blame it all on Larry, but deep down, I
knew the truth
was that in those initial months of our marriage, Larry had
truly tried to pleasure me. When he had his fingers or dick inside me, it felt
good (sometimes really good), but it never quite sent me over the edge.
We had experimented with different positions, lubricants,
nipple stimulation, watching porn and watching ourselves, but nothing worked.
We decided to try different locations to spice things up. We fucked in the car,
on the floor,
on the counter, outside, on his office desk, in the shower,
in a restaurant men’s room, at a good friend’s party. Whatever we could think
of, we tried.
The final straw came when we rented a sleazy motel room and
agreed to meet there. Feeling naughty, I had greeted him wearing a trench coat
with nothing underneath. He had ripped it off me and we spent the entire night
going at it hard.
Our sweat-slicked bodies made smacking sounds as he pounded
into me from behind. Suddenly, he surprised me by slowing, then stopping. “You
could at least fake it, you know,” he growled in my ear before shoving out of
me and slamming
the bathroom door.
I felt like I’d been slapped. I couldn’t believe that he
would even suggest that I fake it. How would that make anyone feel better? From
that night on, our sex life consisted of a weekly missionary-style session of
him grunting and
ramming into me, while I counted the ceiling tiles and
waited for it to be over.
“You still in there?” Courtney was waving her hand in front
of my face.
“Sorry, I guess I got caught up thinking about the past for
a minute. I do have a question for you.”
“Shoot,” Courtney encouraged me when I didn’t immediately
continue.
“Well, as you mentioned, I haven’t dated in a while. So, I
wasn’t sure what the current protocol is. I mean, I was wondering, um.”
When I paused again, Courtney gave me a curious look. “Spit
it out.”
“When should we do it?” I asked her, squeezing my eyes
closed in embarrassment. I opened one eye to gauge her reaction. She wasn’t
laughing, so I continued. “I won’t be expected to put out on the first date,
will I?”
“Probably not,” she reassured me. “If all goes well, a kiss
with a little tongue would be appropriate. Maybe even a little outside the
shirt booby action. If all goes fantastic, and you want to bang his brains out,
I doubt he would complain, though,” she laughed.
I could handle kissing. It was good to know he wouldn’t
learn of my sexual failings on the first date. When Courtney started to leave
the kitchen, I called out to her. “Wait. What should I wear?”
Courtney smiled as she put her arm around me and said, “You have asked the right person. Let’s go find you a cute outfit that shows off your perfect ta-tas.” I shook my head as I followed her.
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