When he enters the shower still naked and gorgeous, I cover my body as much as my slender limbs can conceal me. I’m not sure why I’m suddenly so nervous about being naked in front of him, but as he smiles and approaches with not so much as an inkling of fear at the leak I’ve sprung, he leans to my mouth and kisses me.
“Why are you panicking over this?” His voice is soothing against my ear, and embarrassed and horrified as I am, the touch relaxes my body. But this is not a problem that’s going to rectify itself.
“I have to go. I’m sorry … I’m just ill equipped for this…” I’m sheepish; he’s amused. Such is life.
“Relax. You stay here. Take a bath, stand on your head until I get back, just … don’t go. I have to run to the store to pick up something for breakfast. I’ll take care of it.” His hand trails around to my stomach, rubbing my belly before trailing to the lips of my vagina. I freeze as his fingers slip between the lips and gently prod and stroke. He doesn’t enter me, but he has me gasping and panting within moments while I brace my body against the wall of shower. His free hand grips my waist as he grinds his pelvis against my backside. I come as my head drops to the wall, and I shudder with pleasure.
Turning, I see his aroused eyes watching me. His hand is on his cock, stroking and gripping. His eyes are desperate, and I kneel taking him in my mouth as an incredible groan leaves him. I lave, lick, taste, and stroke. His eyes don’t leave me, and I watch him with the same heady intensity. The water is still cascading over our bodies, and my fear and humiliation have left me completely. He wants me as much in this moment as any other. He comes in my mouth with a choked sob emanating from his lips, and as he watches me swallow him he leans his forehead to the wall my back is braced against. I stand in his arms as he wraps them around me.
Leaning to my ear, he pleads once more. “Stay. Please stay.” He looks to my eyes waiting for my response, and I give him what he wants.
I relax in his bathtub while he’s away, and when he returns, carrying a rather large bag in his arms, I climb from the tub, pulling the drain. But as I open the bag, I nearly come unglued in sudden laughter. “Jordan, there’s like … what, ten, fifteen different … are these Depends?”
His face is serious, but mocking as well. “Things got … complicated.” He’s shaking his head in confusion as he chuckles. “It was really confusing with the wings and the dry weave and the long and the extra long and the regular, and heavy, max, min, medium, mean…” I’m pretty sure he’s quoting statistics at this point, but he keeps going as I laugh. “Light, moderate, the flows and the … the … I mean what are adult diapers, baby diapers, pads, tampons, condoms, and lube doing all in one place? And do you know how many women hang out in that aisle at one time? There was a baby … and it was mocking me.” I’m laughing as he continues his ridiculous tale of feminine product woes. And as my laughter and his smirk finally fade, he continues. “I’m sure you can find something in there that will suit your needs, and by the way, I won’t be doing that for you again anytime soon.” He turns on his heel, leaving me alone to dress.
When I enter the kitchen he is busy with scrambled eggs at the stove. I’m finally human and not completely humiliated, and as I approach him he reaches for my body. I smile and he flashes his perfect, sweet smile, showing perfectly straight, white teeth. He looks amazing standing in his oversize kitchen in his ridiculously perfect house, and I am out of place as usual. Strange he so obviously doesn’t regard me in this way. But as he holds me close to his body and I enjoy the warmth of his skin, he fidgets. He suddenly looks nervous, but he says nothing.
When he finishes the eggs and the toast, we sit at the island and eat in silence. His eyes are in another world, and he’s deep in thought. I want to ask, but I’m still intimidated by this man the better portion of the time, and even delving too deep into his brain leaves me terrified he won’t appreciate my interest.
Finally, his eyes meet mine and he puts his fork down. “So I was thinking now would be a good time for you to go on birth control.”
I cough as I suddenly am unable to chew, think, and swallow at the same time. “Umm. What?” Seriously, Adeline? Is that the best I can do?
He’s rigid and still beside me, and though I’m nearly too afraid to look to him for my own reasons, I sense he’s carrying his own emotional baggage at the moment. When I manage to pull my gaze away from my plate to his eyes, I’m hit hard with his gentle, worried expression. It isn’t the Jordan I know to be so very human and humble. He’s nervous, and seeing my wide and shocked eyes he stumbles through his next words. “It’s just … doctors usually like to know for sure you’re not pregnant and right now… If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just thought…” He’s so damn nervous, and it hurts to see him this way.
“I suppose I could, but…” My words trail off as I try hard to find the right words. This isn’t a man who wants to keep me permanently, and as much as I enjoy him it also smacks my pride he should ask me to go to the trouble for a fleeting affair. “I’m not sure there’s much point. I mean, I graduate soon and I’ll be moving and…”
“I think it’s ridiculous you’re moving, and quite frankly, not a smart move for your career.” His words hit with a sudden resentment in his tone, but his face quickly softens at my shocked expression. His hand reaches for mine, and in a voice far gentler he continues. “I’m tired of remembering to carry condoms in my pocket all the time.” He smiles sweetly before his lips smirk, and he continues with a seductive purr. “I want to be able to fuck you when I want to fuck you, and I don’t want to worry I can’t because I’ve forgotten a condom. I assure you, I’m as anal retentive about my health as I am my work, but I hardly expect you to take my word for it. I’ll give you copies of my medical records, and I’ll have you know I’ve not had unprotected sex since divorcing my ex-wife seven years ago.”
My eyes flash wide at his words. His gaze is seductive, but his body language is desperate and demanding. He wants this. He doesn’t want me to move away; he’s made it abundantly clear, but he’s acting more jealous boyfriend than concerned boss at the moment. I finally take a deep breath and return his sarcasm. “So, you want my medical records?”
“I hardly think I need to be concerned about your health, and I’m assuming I’ve not left enough time in your schedule for you to sleep with anyone else since I took your virginity, so I think the birth control will suffice in your case.” He smirks quickly before looking away. He still has a very uncharacteristic nervousness, and it leaves me wanting to reach out to him, reassure him. But for what?
I nod in agreement, and after calling my doctor to set up an appointment for Monday morning, Jordan finally relaxes. The weekend is spent together, and it’s amazing—movies in bed, dinner out at a quiet hole in the wall, sleeping late the next morning, and then more movies, a blowjob, more fun in the shower and incredible back rub, and then finally home. I spend the rest of the evening at the Laundromat, getting ready for the week with Kelli at my side. We fold, we chat, she pries for information, and I eventually give in.
“You’re going on birth control? And he asked you to?” She’s watching me as I nod. “Are you sure he doesn’t, like, really really like you? I mean, Addy, men don’t just ask you to go on birth control for a few weeks. Are you sure he doesn’t want to keep you around?” Her head is tilted with her leading question.
“Oh, come on. You saw him. You met him. He can’t possibly want anything long term with someone like me.” Kelli’s face scrunches up in her complete lack of appreciation for my words.