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Our first, er, SECOND time...

Date: 10/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Erotica, Oral Sex, Romance, Written by women, Author: Castlequeen, Rating: 76.5, Source: sexstories.com

that. If I get you really horny, it's going to hurt more?" "Right! Can we keep it extremely G rated for now?" he asks with a smile. "We can do that. Another glass of wine?" He agrees and I pour. We wind up talking for a bit, and return to the living room to watch a movie, and I pick something with no romance in it so I don't get tempted to push the issue. We laugh at the comedy, we snuggle and talk for hours after the movie. We move back to the bedroom where we talk some more and fall asleep in each other's arms. We awaken the next morning and he says he feels better, but still not 100%. Is he just saying it to be polite? Has he realized that I"m too stupid to waste his time on? Is he going to just give up? Were his words last night just words? We say goodbye, and he says to me: "I'll call you." and my heart sinks. He's done with me. I weep as he leaves. Part TWO! It is 23 hours later. I have not heard from him. I try to tell myself it's the weekend, and he'd already had other plans for the day. I can't expect him to call me every hour. Part of me says he learned his lesson and a skinny psychologist with stringy hair is no real catch at all, especially if she's stupid and clumsy. The tears flow freely. I really, really liked this guy, and my being a klutz scared him off. Who am I kidding? Even so, all I did was give him an excuse. I probably would have been pretty terrible in bed, and he'd have had to make up some other reason to dump me. Face it, Janet, you're really not ... worthy of being loved. It's late Sunday night. There isn't a stitch of chocolate in the house. The wine bottle's empty as is another. I am such a loser. The phone rings. I don't recognize the number, so I pick up. "Hello?" "Hi, Janet, it's Warren." I can hardly wait to hear his reasons for giving up, but I might as well face it with some dignity. "How are you?" "Still stiff and sore, but much better. Still not up for a riding lesson, though! I'm more concerned with how YOU are though." Is that tenderness in his voice? "Me? Why does that matter?" "Well, silly, because you were pretty hard on yourself for an accident. That's all it was, an accident. I don't want you to beat yourself up over it." "You don't?" My eyes fill with tears again, but this is happy. "You don't want me to feel bad, but I hurt you!" I'm almost weeping again. "You did, but it's all over, and in a day or so, I'll be fine. So I'll be fine, are you going to be fine? Because I sure want US to be fine." "You really do? You don't want to give up because I'm a klutz?" I ask. "No, why would I want to quit on well, the best, most interesting woman I've ever met?" "I am?" This can't be, he's playing some cruel joke on me to punish me. "Yeah, and uh, as soon as I'm able, I'd like to show you just how interesting I find you. In the meantime, can I buy you dinner tonight? I know it's late, but there still some nice places open and I'm not far from your place." "Sure, if you really want to, just give me a minute to get ...