“I knew you’d say that. Offer’s there but I get where you’re coming from.”
I was curious to know what he’d hire me to do if it was his decision, but I didn’t want to tempt myself or end up talking myself into thinking it was a good plan to take the job. Work and play shouldn’t mix. Neither of us were particularly awesome at keeping our hands off each other and that could be really awkward in a meeting.
“You want to get together tomorrow after work?” I asked.
“I have a meeting at five but I’ll be free by six. Wanna come over?”
“Hmm, my place I think.”
“Sure, I’ll bring Chinese.”
“Chinese and sex.”
“Nothin’ better,” he said and then nodded to the TV. “Now watch. I can’t believe you’ve never seen this before.”
I’d tried to once but I couldn’t get into it. My dislike of the film didn’t seem to bother Damon, he was more concerned that I hadn’t seen a ‘classic’ than whether I liked it or not. It didn’t really matter though because between the movies, and sometimes quarter or halfway through, he’d stop our watching in favour of something a lot more hot and sweaty.
I was laid out over his chest as the third movie started. We were both as naked as the day we were born and sore in all the right places.
“I hope you’re not falling asleep,” he murmured.
“You can’t seriously want it again.”
Was he a machine? I knew his sex drive was high but this was ridiculous.
“Don’t blame me. You’re laying all over me naked.”
“Want me to get off?” I said into his toned chest.
I felt his body shake with silent laughter. His hands slid down my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps where they went, and rested just above my butt. “No part of me wants you to go.”
“You are such a pervert,” I whispered all husky and needy.
“Mmm hmm.”
“I don’t know if I can have sex again.”
“Sure you can,” he replied. “If you want I’ll tie you to my bed and do all the work.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I’m sure my laying there like a sack of potatoes is going to be so much fun for you.”
“I’ll be inside you, Nell, you could be up and down like a yoyo or laying as still as a statue and I’ll still come so hard it’ll feel like my eyeballs are going to explode.”
For a good ten seconds I could literally find no words. “You feel like your eyes are going to explode when you come?” Should it feel like that? Am I orgasming wrong?
“Not usually but with you it’s something else.”
“Thank you very much,” I replied and felt his smile. “Err… You make my eyes explode too…”
His chest shook again. “Maybe I used the wrong analogy.”
“No, no, I like the eye thing. Quite original.”
“What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” He asked.
“I thought I’d hang out here and make up for lost time. Unless you have plans?”
“My only plans involve you laying all over me naked for the rest of the night.”
“Hmm,” I said, lifting myself to my elbows. I grinned down at him. “I can get on board with that plan.”
Damon
The day after Nell told me no bare part of me was going near her before I had an STI test I’d made an appointment. I was careful and there had only been a few occasions where I’d not used a condom – all with her – but she insisted.
If she’d been to the easy lay capital of the world I would want her to get the all-clear first too. So this afternoon I got the pleasure of pissing in a cup.
I left work ten minutes early to make the appointment on time. I’d only been back two days after having ten off but the next available appointment wasn’t until next week and there was no way I could wait that long.
My nerves started to kick in the second I walked into the building. A few people sat in the waiting area in front of a wall full of sexual health posters and flyers. Not doing much fucking luck in here – it’s too late by the time you stepped through the door.
“Hello,” I said, wanting the world to swallow me whole.
The receptionist looked up and smiled. “Can I help?”
“I have an appointment in a few minutes. Damon Masters.”
She blinked at me twice, smiled and then tapped away at the computer. “Ah, there you are. If you’d like to take a seat and fill in these forms, you’ll be called through in a minute.”
“Thank you,” I replied, taking the sheets of paper and a pen.
I didn’t want to take a seat, I wanted out. It was absurd that I was so fucking nervous. Everyone in here came for the same reason and getting tested was sensible. Still, I felt…dirty. Me feeling dirty! But this was in the wrong way.
“Mr Masters,” a pretty blonde with a huge rack called just as I’d finished. Things were looking up already.
I nodded. “Yeah, hello,” I greeted.
“If you’d like to follow me. Have you been tested before?” She asked as we turned into the first door past reception.
“No, I haven’t.”
She took the forms from me. “Okay. Take a seat and we’ll begin.”