Lovers
I’ve yet to experience getting everything I need from one individual. We don’t expect our friends to give us everything, that is why we have more than one friend. Why is there an expectation that a life partner should be able to tick all of our boxes? Or why are we expected to compromise when we could have it all, just not from one person? Is the the sacrifice of our own needs and desires supposed to be the foundation of longterm partnership? I don’t believe so.
Six weeks back I met someone. He is smart, handsome, intelligent, kind, respectful and I melt a little more with each kiss. He is generous, worldly, a healthy amount of ambition, and what society would consider a true gentleman. Even though he is more conservative than I’m used to dating, I like him.
Sex. I told him I wanted to move slowly, but maybe that was a mistake. I tend to make relationships about sex. This time it seemed appropriate to get to know the person before getting physical. Now, I’m not sure that was the best move. His conservatism seems to be a roadblock and my inner sexual deviant is not pleased. Let’s call him The Conservative.
So what is a Chloe to do?
Enter, new lover. Tall with badass style, this handsome French-Swiss-Ethiopian man had me swooning hard. He liked the hiphop music playing off my phone and “staring into my mysterious eyes,” the words rolling off his tongue in a unique French-German accent. Let’s call him 007.
“You have the sexiest accent,” I was taken with each word and he grew sexier switching between the French, English and German dialects he was raised with. After taking two puffs of a freshly rolled joint we kissed in the front seat of his car.
First dates in Covid times truly take me back to high school. The heel of my boot was resting on the dash. Like teenagers we were parked down the road from my apartment. His hands running along my shin and up my inner thigh. He pushed his fingers inside me and then pressed his now wet fingers along my clit massaging me until I begged to feel them inside me again.
His kiss, rough and rugged, firm and passionate. I reached between his legs to feel how hard he was. Grabbing his cock with one hand, I placed the other on myself. With his fingers inside me and mine teasing my clit, we worked together until I let go in orgasm.
“Come up,” I said, wanting more.
“No, let the anticipation build,” he smiled and I wanted to smack him across his handsome face, “Tomorrow?”
“Wednesday,” I replied as I got out of the car, and as he had said just moments before I looked him in the eye and repeated, “Let the anticipation build”.
He laughed and we both knew there was no way we’d be waiting until Wednesday.