Your Love Meant Trouble

I met a boy last night.

After a horribly tedious series of meetings at the local community college where I teach a class, I'd called my friend Cora to see if she could take a study break from her S2 nursing homework (code for "meet me outside so we can chat/smoke on the front porch"). Well, I drove up and was headed in to dump my stuff when this male voice hailed us from the shadows a few doors down.

A beautiful man walked towards us and introduced himself, shaking Cora’s hand and exchanging names. Thinking that he must be wanting to get to know her, I made a move to gracefully exit for a few minutes to get the dog and go to the bathroom. "Wait! Come back!" he called after me. Confused, I turned back to see what he wanted. "Don’t go in. Stay out here and talk to me." So… I did.

Cora, Will, and I talked for probably a solid hour on my front porch. Between snippets of conversations, he revealed an intelligence and character that I would not have assumed from somebody as physically appealing as he was. I learned that he was a former special-forces military man (couldn't have just served – he had to go the extra mile) who hated the current war against conveniently-located "terrorism," earned a master’s degree at UNC and worked as an engineer for Caterpillar (but defined himself more by his desire to work with at-risk youth transitioning from childhood to adulthood through a group-home setting), and considered himself a religious, family-oriented person. When we finally called a halt to our conversation, he asked me to walk him to his car, where I found out that he had approached us because he'd caught a glimpse of me (ME!) a few days before when he'd been dropping off clothes to his tailor down the street. He was attracted to my "applebottom" and wanted to get to know me better. After a few revealing minutes of discussion (we're both freaks), we exchanged phone numbers and a hug, and then he went on his way.

With a contented sigh, I walked back to where Cora waited for me on my porch. Will actually turned his car around and watched me walk back; at the time, I thought that he was just being protective, but he made sure that I knew that he wanted to watch me sway my hips for him.

Cora's comment on the situation: God, it was funny watching him flirt with you for an hour and try to figure out ways to include me in the conversation.

Thirty minutes later, shortly after Cora left my apartment, my cell phone rang. It was him. Already. We talked for another hour (about sex and family and relationships, etc.) and the talk got heavy with sexual tension. After he'd found some release (I abstained. Stupid Aunt Flo), we hung up with a promise to talk tomorrow.

So, when my phone rang this morning at 6:30, I wasn't overly surprised. I figured he would want to make plans for tonight, maybe. But no. He wanted to come over to see me – specifically, to see my g-string under my jeans before he went into work. I agreed, primarily because I wanted to see him before he went to work. Why the hell not? He promised that he smelled good, and then he showed up at my door. Promise fulfilled. He was only there for 15 minutes or so, but what an intense 15 minutes! I posed for him, sat on his lap, let him touch and kiss my ass, stroked his dick (OMG, he's huge) and ground against him. Finally, he kissed me – softly, sweetly – and left so that he wasn’t late for his 7:00 meeting.

Since then, we've text-messaged each other (almost incessantly while I was driving to work). He wants to come over tonight to "Fuck the SHIT out of you" (so romantic), but I have some issues with that. I'm drawn to him, more than I've been drawn to anybody in a long time…. BUT… First, I'm not sure that I want to sleep with him already. It's not that I'm a prude, but I've slept with all of my other men rather quickly, and it might be nice to have some anticipation built into the relationship. I think that I'd rather be a girlfriend instead of a fuck-buddy. I'm tired of reading about relationships; I want to actually have one. Second, I'm on my period, and even if he doesn't mind, I do. I don't want to have to wash my all-white sheets just because he's horny because he hasn't been laid for two weeks. Third, have I mentioned that it's too soon? I'm a little nervous that he'll vanish after we have sex. Guys have a tendency to do that. Not necessarily to me, but I don't know him well enough to predict what his choice would be there.

What do you think? Any suggestions? Have I mentioned that he's sexy, smart, funny, musically inclined, and wildly erotic?