The ringing of the phone wakes me. I grab it quickly.
"Hello. Yes, yes it is." I sit up. "Oh, hi. No, nothing. No that�s fine. What can I do for you. Uh huh. Yes, I understand. Oh, I�m sorry. No. No. Yes. Oh, sure. That�d be fine. Oh, okay. Yes. I�m sure. Well, that�d be great. No, I�m sure, that�s something you need to take care of. I really don�t mind. Yes. Thanks. Okay. No. No, really. I understand. It�s no problem." I look over at you, your eyes quizzing me. "I�m sure I can find something to do. Matter of fact there�s a chance something may come up later. In fact I�m pretty sure about it. No, really I don�t. Okay. I�ll see you then. Yes. Good-bye."
"What was all that?" you ask.
"The man I have the meeting with has had an emergency and wants to know if I could stay till Tuesday afternoon and meet with him then. He said he�d pay all my expenses for the weekend, starting from when I got here. Meals and everything."
"Hmm. That�s pretty good. So what�s this about something coming up later? Do you have some plans I don�t know about?"
"No." I say, glancing down at my crotch. "I just thought something might come up."
You laugh. "Pretty sure about yourself aren�t you?"
"Well, people have said I�m kind of cocky."
"Oh gawd. So what do you want to do? I mean you have three and a half days to kill."
"Well, I�d like you to call in sick on Monday. And I thought we�d get dressed later and go out somewhere really nice for dinner. But how about some lunch right now? Got any suggestions?"
"Want pizza? We can get some delivered."
"Yeah, that�d be good. Why don�t you call it in. You know the best places around. Order some drinks too. I�d like Pepsi."
While you called I went into the bathroom and started the water running for a shower. While I stood under the water I began to think about all that had happened so far. And wondered what was going to happen in the future. If I got this job I�d be set for quite a while. The pay they offered was phenomenal and the benefits were outstanding. I�d have to move up this way of course, but it didn�t seem to be too bad a place. Of course so far about all I�d seen was the inside of this motel room and a couple of fast food joints. But still there was other things to consider. You, for instance.
What should I do about us? That thought had been running around in my head since even before I�d come here. Of course we�d talked about it but had never really come to a decision. I kept thinking that the safe thing to do would be to spend some more time together, learn more about each other. But the time we had spent together so far this weekend had told me a lot already. Unfortunately it was all about sex and not much about you. Not that the sex wasn�t great. But there had to be more for a long term relationship. Sure we�d been talking for a long time before I�d even got here. But that�s not the same as face to face. You can�t learn about someone�s daily habits unless you spend time with them. And those habits just might be the thing that breaks up a relationship once it gets started.
No, I thought to myself, we need to spend some time talking. Learning about one another. We�ll eat and I�ll suggest we go out for a ride. I�ll take her somewhere that isn�t even the most bit erotic. There will be, I resolved, no more sex till tonight. From now till at least eight o�clock I won�t touch her in a sexual manner. This is the way it has to be.
The shower curtain slid back and you stepped in. "Mind if I join you?"
"Uhhh, no, no, come on in."
You tilt your head back and kiss me. I feel something growing. No! I won�t do this. I�ll pull away and quickly wash off and get out. No temptation for me.
But I don�t. You reach down and grab me, squeezing lightly at first then harder. I reach my arms around you and squeeze your bottom. We kiss deeply, our tongues now old friends, move across each other in a dance of passion. The feel of your breasts pressing against me fills me with lust.
I keep telling myself, "Wait. Wait till later. You must learn more about this woman. This may be the one you�ve been searching for." But my lust for you runs high and I succumb to your ministrations.
You pull away and smile. I love your smile. I love your face. I love everything about you. So the logical conclusion is that I love you. Right? I don�t know. There�s so much to consider. We need to�
But the thought is never completed. You have gotten the soap and are working up a thick lather on my body. I have never been washed before and I find the sensation very pleasurable. You work your hands across my chest, between my legs, down my arms.
"Turn around."
I do and you begin to wash my back, kneading my shoulder muscles. I am suddenly aware of how tight they feel. But your hands soon works a miracle on them. I find myself more relaxed than I have been in a long, long time.
I feel your slippery hands part my butt cheeks and I tense up. I have never had someone touch me there. But it is so pleasurable I soon yield to your touch. You rub back and forth in the crack and suddenly one of your fingers slips inside of me.
"Whoo!" I say.
You giggle, that delightful giggle. Like the sound of an angel. I wonder if you are an angel that has fallen to earth.
Your finger is out quickly and you laugh. "Hope you didn�t enjoy that too much, I would begin to worry you might be turning gay!"
"Not much chance in that." I assure you.
"Here, rinse off."
I move back under the water and the soap rolls off of me and down the drain.
"Get your hair wet. Let me wash it."
I lean back and feel the hot water running down my face. When I lean forward you begin to massage my scalp. The lather from the shampoo rolls across my face and I squeeze my eyes tight. Your fingernails scratch at my skin. It is a delightful feeling.
"Okay. Rinse again."
I do and as I turn towards you I remember what I had resolved to do before you got into the shower. I must be strong. Get out now, I tell myself. But when I open my eyes and see you standing naked in front of me, water running down your body, dripping from your breasts, clinging to your pubic hair, skin a bright red from the hot water, I know that I have lost control of my will. I will stay. We will make love.
"Listen!" you say.
"What?"
"Is that somebody knocking at the door."
I hear it then. The pizza! I had forgotten all about it. I jump out of the shower calling, "Just a minute!"
I dry myself quickly and pull on a pair of pants and a shirt. "I�ll be right there." I call again. I open the door and standing before me is a teenage girl in a pizza delivery uniform holding our lunch.
"Sorry." I say, "I was in the shower."
"That�s okay." She replies.
I reach for my wallet and pull out some money. She hands me the box and two drinks. She is looking past me. I turn and you are standing there naked, water dripping on the floor. You reach for a towel but don�t seem to be in a hurry to cover up. I turn back and she has a funny smile on her face. "Well, have a nice day." She says, the accent on the word nice.
I set the pizza on the table and turn to you. "What�s that all about? What if it had been a man?"
You laugh. "Jealous are we? How cute. First off I heard her voice. Secondly, what makes you think you have the right to tell me whether I can or cannot show my body to anyone I please?"
I felt like I had been slapped in the face. What had happened? I thought things had been going so good. And now you seem mad. How could someone change so quickly? Had I done something wrong? I couldn�t think of anything to say.
You turned away and begin to brush your hair. Your naked body gleaming in the light. Your skin still red from the scalding water. "We need to talk." you say.
Shit! Here it comes. And I never saw it coming. What a fool I�d been. Well, job or no job I wasn�t going to stand here and let you make me look like an idiot. I�ll just pack my stuff and get the hell out. Now.
"I have really enjoyed this weekend. The sex has been incredible. I never dreamed it could be that good. But�"
"But it�s been nice and it�s got to end here."
"What? What are you talking about? You want out?"
"No. You�re dumping me. I�ve been dumped before. I know all the signs. I�m not stupid. Go on, say it. I can take it."
"Jeez, what happened to you? Was the water too hot and you brain shrunk? I�m not dumping you. I was going to say maybe we could go for a ride and see some sights now that we�ve gotten a shower. Give us a chance to talk some. Go out to dinner. Spend some time without the temptation of the bed. There�ll be plenty of time for that later. That is if you still want to. Or are you having a mental breakdown. What�s going on?"
"I�m sorry. I was thinking the same thing in the shower before you got in. I have had such a great time since I�ve been here with you. But I realized that this relationship has come to a place where we need to make some serious decisions. I know they need to be made, I even know what the questions are. I just don�t know the answers. And the only way we can find them is to spend time together. Talking and learning about one another.
"I agree. Let�s eat that pizza and go out for awhile. I have some places I want to show you."
"Okay. Let me go get some ice for these drinks." I walk over and get the courtesy ice bucket. As I walk past you, you grab my shirt. I stop and face you.
"Can I tell you something? Without scaring you off or giving you another nervous breakdown?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
You look at me. The silence in the room is thick. Your eyes bore into me. my heart pounds. After what seems like forever you say, "I love you."
Without hesitating I reply, "I love you too."
You turn back to the mirror and resume brushing your hair. I see your smile reflecting in the mirror.
I am smiling too as I walk out of the door and search for the ice machine.
