October 5, 2009

SKYE BLUE

Now where were we? (to read part 1 click here)  Ahh yes, B and I were about to commune and the unthinkable happened. Like I said before this is going to be good…

B made his ‘grand entrance’ and within 60 seconds of doing so he – came!

‘Shit. Sorry,’ he said in a frantic tone, a sheepish look sweeping across his face. ‘I don’t know why that happened so fast.’

I smiled thinly, knowing that if I said anything while I was feeling so frustrated it would just come out all wrong (that’s code for real bitchy folks).

B reached for another condom. ‘Just give me a sec. I’ll be ready again in a minute.’

‘Uh huh,’ I mumbled and closed my eyes. But if you just leave, I can get my vibrator out of the closet and do this by myself. I heard B moving around beside me, and I knew he was doing his best to ‘prep’ himself for more action. Thirty minutes later we both knew his efforts were in vain. His buddy was done. It was officially ‘FLOPPIN’ THE SHOW’ and obviously had no intention of coming back out to play.

Now I knew B probably felt like a huge hunk of steaming shit on asphalt in the middle of July and that he could use some consoling, but frankly I was too hot and bothered to play nice. I wanted him out of my house, but I realized that asking him to leave would just create a scene. So I did the only thing I could. I turned my back to him and said, ‘Let’s just go to sleep.’

B chuckled nervously. ‘Okay, we’ll try again in the morning. I’m probably just tired.’ He moved closer and tried to spoon me.

Damn right you’re tired. I pulled his arm off my waist. ‘Really? It’s hot and like you said you need some rest. Let’s just sleep okay?’

‘Sorry. Okay.’ B said, sliding back to his side of the bed.

The next morning I woke up to find B working hard to get me going again.

‘Is your friend working this morning,’ I asked, trying to hide my skepticism.

‘Yeah, I think so,’ he said, kneeling between my legs as he put a condom on.

Right, right. I looked down at his not so erect member and stifled a sigh.  This man is definitely a sucker for punishment.

This time B’s friend was FLOPPIN’ THE SHOW long before it got anywhere near making its second entrance. Now, I was officially done.

‘Okay B, let’s call this quits. You go have a shower and I’ll make you some breakfast before you head off to work.’

‘Skye, I don’t know what happened. I’m sor-’,

I couldn’t stomach another apology, so I cut him off as I got out of bed.  ‘No need to apologize. Shit happens.’

B and I ate breakfast in silence. This time it seemed we both had little to say.  After we finished our meal and he had gathered his things, I walked him to the door.

‘I know things were disappointing last night,’ he said, looking down at the floor, ‘but I hope we can see each other again.’

Dare to dream darling, dare to dream. ‘Oh yeah. Just give me a call.  I’ll be around all weekend.’

B raised his eyes to meet mine and smiled. ‘Great. I’ll call you during my lunch break, okay?’

‘Okay.’

B pulled me into a bear hug and then kissed me forcefully. I managed a meek smile when he released me from his grip, and then quickly opened the door.

‘Have a good day,’ he called over his shoulder as he stepped outside.

‘You too,’ I replied, closing the door and then turning the lock firmly into place. I leaned against the door and looked up at the ceiling. Why me Lord? Why me?

That was the last time I saw or spoke to B, and I’m sure both of us knew it would be despite parting words that indicated otherwise. Yet to this day I’m still receiving IMs and texts from B, and it’s been over a year since I last laid eyes on the man. I stopped sending him my ‘pity-filled, vague and non-committal’ responses months ago, but B is clearly a man on a mission. The F’in Man tells me, B will bemoan the fact that he didn’t get the chance to redeem himself with me until the day he dies, but I’m praying that he’s wrong. I’m hoping that B will eventually figure out what I have known for all of my adult life. That, as crazy making as it is, when the object of your affection/lust stops communicating with you, he or she is giving you the not so subtle hint that IT’S OVER.

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