My Sexy Awakening

Don't want to meet you yet

I checked the time and realized that I had only half an hour left to get ready. My heart raced. I could not wait to meet with Paul again. When I was ready, I headed to the patio and heard jazz music coming from behind the fence. 

-Hi Paul

-Hello darling. I am glad to hear your voice. I missed you.

-I missed you too.

-You did? Interesting, you never contacted me again after Saturday.

-Well, neither did you, Paul. At least I sent you another picture and that, to be frank, was a significant step for me. But you do not seem to be ready to open up for me.

-On the contrary, darling. We all have different ways to express our feelings. I tend to shower with gifts those who are dear to me. I am a big believer that actions say more than words. I am sorry if that made you feel that I am not opening up to you. You may ask me anything you want. If I do not feel comfortable sharing information, I will let you know.

-OK, Paul, thank you. So, what's the plan for today?

-Please open the box.

I did as he instructed; inside, there was a weird device. I have never seen anything like this. 

-What is this, Paul?

-It's a suction device. More precisely, it is a c******l stimulation toy that helps you get potent orgasms in record time. You have to place the toy on your c**t, and you will feel its suctioning power. It will eat you up like a champ. Has anyone gone down on you, Andrea?  

-No. I never thought that could be pleasant. 

-You're mistaken, darling. I cannot think of anything more pleasant than eating your sweet p***y, and believe me, when I do, you will cry my name. But for now, let's try your new shiny toy. 

I followed his instructions. He told me to keep my panty on but move it to the side. I placed the toy over my c**t and pressed "on." I started low but gradually increased the intensity, as Paul asked me. Within minutes, I had an earthshattering orgasm that left me gasping for air.

-Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. I can't talk. I had never felt anything like this before.

-I am glad you approve, Andrea. It makes me tremendously happy. Did you realize that you did not have to undress and that foreplay was absent? That I hardly had to talk you into it?

-Wow, Paul. You are right. 

-Well, sweetie, what I am trying to show you today is that your body is perfectly capable of orgasming with minimal stimulation. The problem is not physical, and I do not mean it is psychological either. I believe that you had the misfortune of dealing with a very incompetent, selfish lover who took what he wanted without much concern about your pleasure. You already told me why you stayed with him, and I empathize with your motives. But why do you think you waited so long for s*x?

-Honestly? I think it was a mixture of reasons. On the one hand, I never felt a deep attraction to anyone. I remember when my sister Mariana started dating Tom, his husband now. I think it was a kind of love at first sight for both of them. She looked at him like he was her personal knight in shiny armor, and he looked at her as if he wanted to consume her entirely. But I don't think it was only a physical attraction. There was something else, more profound, a sort of intimate connection that they shared that was just obvious. I never felt that way for anyone. On the other hand, grieving doesn't go well with s*x for some of us. I remember I had a friend in college who lost her mother in a car crash. He was devastated, and he was also shocked that his father had started to have s*x with every woman he could. It was his way of coping with pain. I just concentrated on studying and then working. When I came back to town, whenever I felt sad, I went to Chestnut Park, the only place in the world where I only have happy memories. That was my way of dealing with pain. S*x was never on the cards for me.

-But you had s*x with your ex regularly. Am I right, Andrea?

-Yes, but I felt it was my duty. I had s*x with Ethan because we were together. Not because I wanted to, or I needed to. It is not that I disliked having s*x either. It is just that I never felt it was that important. I enjoyed the intimacy, but not the act itself. This is why I cannot understand why Ethan keeps obsessing about me. I just don't get it.

-What do you mean he is obsessed with you? 

-I broke up with him months ago, but he keeps texting and calling every single day, telling me he regrets what he did, that he loves me, that I am all that he wants. In the beginning, I ignored him because I was hurt. After weeks, I answered some texts, telling him it was over. But then, when I realized how miserable he was, I felt sorry for him. So, I agreed to meet with him a single time. I listened to what he had to say, and I told him as clearly as I could that it was over for me and that I would never change my mind, no matter what he did or said. I told him I was already moving on, and I urged him to do the same. But he keeps trying to contact me. After we met, I never answered a single text, and all his calls go straight to voicemail. Mariana and Amanda told me that Ethan tried to get my new address. Of course, they would never tell him where I live, but they are worried about his state of mind. Tom thinks I should block his number.

-Andrea, I think Tom has a point. That will send a clear message to your ex, and, perhaps, it will give you some peace of mind too, so that you can get him out of your way. Listen, I know a private investigator I can talk to. He is a former Marine, a tough guy, with four daughters aged 15 to 20. If I tell him what's going on, I can guarantee you he will make sure that this asshole never stalks you again.

-Thank you, Paul, for offering your help. It means the world. I will block his number. I have already unfriended him on social media. Let's see how that goes.

-OK, Andrea. Please know that you can call me any time of day and night. Promise me that you will let me know if he ever tries to approach you.

-I will. Thank you.    

-May I see you tomorrow at 7? Perhaps we can have dinner together at my place. Of course, if you prefer, we can have dinner the way we have been meeting up to now, separated by the fence.

-I think I would prefer to meet you from the other side of the fence for now, Paul. But we can talk about my hesitation about an actual meeting tomorrow if you want.

-Perfect. Do not prepare dinner. Let me cook for you, darling. I will ask Anne, my housekeeper, to bring you dinner around 7:00.

-Do you cook too? Is there something you do not know how to do?

-I tried origami once, and I failed miserably.

-Sweet baby Jesus. You are the perfect man.

-I am glad you think so because someone told me just the opposite. That I was such a failure that I was unlovable. But this is a story for another time. Good night, Andrea. Sweet dreams.  

-Good night, Paul.

After my session with Paul, I slept like a baby. I think he helps me dissipate my stress to the point that I have been resting much better after I met him. I spent a wonderful morning with Mariana, Natalia, and Tom the next day. We went to the Farmer's Market and had a delicious lunch at their place. To my surprise, Mariana also noticed the same as Amanda did. 

-You seem happier and more relaxed since you moved to the cottage. Don't you agree, love?  

-Absolutely, the cottage suits you, said Tom, but your sister and I have been worried about your safety. Did you block Ethan's number? Sorry to insist, but I think that wirdo is out of line. It would be best if you cut him out completely. He is a stalker, plain and simple. Mariana and I are worried that he will find out where you live. It takes at least 40 minutes to get to your place from here, so if he shows up…

-I know Tom. You are the best big brother ever, and I appreciate your concern. I became a good friend of my neighbor, Paul. I told him about Ethan, and he made me promise that if he ever showed up, I would text him. So, you do not have to worry, OK?

-Paul, ah? Tell us about him, said Mariana.

-There is not much to tell. He is in his early thirties, he works in telecommunications and real estate, he is an excellent listener, and we never met in person.

-What?

-Yap. We talk every week, meet at least twice. I am on my patio, and he is in his backyard.

-Why don't you meet in person?

-I don't know, Mariana. I guess I love the way we get along, and I do not want to jeopardize it. He invited me to have dinner at this place tonight, but I said I preferred to dine as usual. So each of us will be on their side of the fence.

Tom looked at me as if I were completely insane.

-So you don't want to meet Paul because you like him so much? I thought it was the other way around. I mean you accept the dinner invitation because you like the guy. That's the entire purpose. I do not get it, kiddo, said Tom with the most skeptical look on his face.  

-You make a lot of sense, Tom. I will think about it. Perhaps next week. Who knows?