That night the itch got to be too much and Thursday was just too far away. I was rolling over and over, not sleeping. There was only one cure: My hand went to my neck, and I pressed, pressed, pressed.
I looked at the clock, it was 3:30AM. I was amazed when I got a call back in a minute. I was not amazed to hear a very sleepy voice on the far end.
"Yes?"
"I want to see you, now."
It took a while for him to answer, I was expecting to hear, "Take two Valium and call me in the morning," followed by a disconnect click, but instead I heard.
"I'll meet you at your car in the parking lot."
I dressed quickly, in tank top, short shorts, panties, and sandals. I took a minute to brush my teeth, and headed over. The van was already there.
I got out, he got out. We met half-way. I kissed him quickly, said, "I have to be back here at seven," then turned around, wrists behind me. The rope was around them in seconds and I was at the van door in seconds after that. Tape went on there after another kiss and I hopped in.
"Sit with your back on the column between the two seats." he said. It was a little curious until he got in and reached down from the driver's seat to fondle me. I rubbed his arm with my cheek. I was relaxing quickly now.
The second we got into his home he pressed me into the wall next to the door, ungagged me, untied me, and stripped me down.
"I'm a virgin." I whispered as he reached for my shorts.
He paused, "Do you want to be one?" he asked.
I don't know where in my mind it came from but I heard myself say, "Yes."
He stripped my shorts but left my panties on. He turned me around and put my hands on his shirt. I stripped him and left his shorts on. He backed me into the wall again and pinned my arms to it as we heated up. After a minute of that he arm-locked me and lead me to the bedroom.
He didn't fuck me -- my panties stayed on and my legs stayed together inside his -- but we sure had a lot of sex that night. He got off at least three times as he pressed me hard into that water bed, and I was so happy each time it happened. We'd cuddle as he recovered and I'd press my breasts and tummy into that manly side of his and listen to his heart beat with my head on his chest. I was sucking man-energy from him and it felt sooo good!
Then that terrible alarm dinged again. Somehow, somehow, we both got to the edge of the bed, sat up, and got our clothes on. We sat side-by-side and it felt wonderful to sneak glances of him putting clothes on. He was doing the same.
Somehow, he got me to my car by 6:55, a parting kiss, and we went our separate ways. I got to work, not too late. I was expecting to be a zombie, but my heart was just too full. Instead I was super bubbly all morning.
Bell walked by about ten and looked shocked, "You didn't!" she whispered accusingly. I went beet-red, and stalled her, "I'll tell you at lunch," and, I couldn't help it, I giggled!
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At lunch the girls couldn't wait, but somehow they did. Likewise, I couldn't wait, but somehow I did. I got down half my sandwich before I blurted out, "OK. I spent last night with him." The others waited for more with baited breath. "I was in his bed with him, but I didn't get screwed."
The girls thought about that before Bell said, "OK... How'd you manage that?"
"I told him I was a virgin, and wanted to be one, and we rolled around in his bed with our undies on."
"It was that simple?" asked Danielle. I nodded. "That's spooky. A man you can trust. I'm not learning about those in my fem studies classes."
"You still can't trust him." cautioned Bell, "Don't forget: He's a weirdo, a Grade A weirdo."
We all nodded at that. There was silence for a bit before I said, "OK. So do we want to schedule our solo times with him?"
"If we don't, he will." said Charlene.
We agreed to that, and set up our own schedule. I called him and gave him the news. His comment was, "Only evenings? None of you are into afternoon delight?"
I looked at the girls, then said, "Sorry, we're all working girls. Maybe this weekend."
"Ah well... class time still scheduled for Thursday?"
I looked around again, "That's still on." I confirmed.
"Sounds good." and he hung up.
Danielle was going that evening. Bell did not schedule.