The next day, Nichy could not get herself up out of bed. She called in sick because she really did feel it, even though she knew that her sickness was not physical.
Every time she thought about almost kissing Gavin, she felt physically ill.
So she tried not think about it.
She lie in bed, her fingers drilling deep inside of her because she kept thinking about what would have happened if they had kissed. What more could have happened…
Between her legs was sticky wet, and she circled even around her labia with her pre-come. The sheets stuck there were adhesived at the juncture of her thighs with her wetness, as she caressed her breasts to get aroused to make herself come again. The second time she came, she bit into her forearm.
The third time was of course the charm, and after the third time she came she got out of bed.
She plucked around her apartment–nude–because she was afraid that she would come from the friction of even her thong between her legs and she had worn herself out with solo sex. Her body still craved release though, and she made an appointment for a massage. It would work some of the tension out of her at least, she thought.
Hilda, her usual masseuse took one look at her and Nichy looked away. Hilda had a knack for knowing when there was something wrong with her. Especially when lulled under the sweetness of Hilda’s touch, she pined over Gavin during many of their recent sessions.
“The guy?” Hilda asked.
Nichy shrugged, she did not want to talk about it. Hilda squeezed her shoulders with understanding, and then went about her business.
On her belly, Nichy felt the sheets underneath her and felt herself get aroused like she had in bed that morning. She was soaking wet again, and when she got up from the table she knew there would be a damp spot. Hilda did not touch her in a sexual way at all, but Nichy craved the attention on her body so bad that it made her come swiftly.
Hilda had not intended a happy ending for her, but she also did not ask questions.
She squeezed the small of Nichy’s back when she was done.
“It is not the first time for me here, it just means you got very relaxed.”
Nichy looked at her for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. What else could she do?
She decided after to go to the bar down the street from her apartment. After two lovely glasses of Riesling, she saw the sun was starting to set. And in a rush of deja vu, Gavin walked past her window like he often did at the bar by her job. He spotted her, and walked in.
Nichy got aroused again, and she really had made herself tired from coming all day.
Her body responded to Gavin in the usual way, as he walked over to her table.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
Her sip of Riesling was so tense, she almost bit the glass as she did.
The waiter walked over, and handed Gavin a menu.
“I have never seen you here before,” she said as she swallowed.
“I was looking for you.”
Nichy looked down.
“About yesterday…” she started, not looking up at him
Gavin raised his hand and the waiter came over with the check. He took it, and even though Nichy tried to protest, he shoved his card in.
“I don’t want to talk about last night Nichy,” he said suddenly out of breath. “I want to kiss you.”
Flushed as if she was in the middle of the desert, Nichy’s body responded to his desire with its own.
She watched him sign the check, everything happening as if it was happening to someone else.
“Can I walk you home?”
Both of them were panting, as they walked the not even a block to get to her apartment building.
“What happened to your arm?” he asked.
“I bit myself.”
Nichy looked down at the bandage that she had forgotten she placed there.
When she opened her door, Gavin took her arm and licked where the bandage was.
“To make it better,” he said. He pulled her into him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lifted his head. “Now to make me feel better.”
He kissed her soft at first. Timidly. But then he kissed her until when they pulled away, she was breathless. His hands were in her hair caressing her scalp, as he looked into her eyes when she opened them. He kissed her again, and she pulled him close dragging her tongue along the inside of his neck. Nibbling it, in difference to the way she had bitten herself.
Gavin pulled her close, his hand still in her hair and kissed her temple which she felt pulsing like a trapped butterfly.
He moved away from her, and she swayed toward him.
“I am not going to come upstairs with you. But I needed to kiss you…to start…”
“To start what?” Nichy smiled, caressing his stubbled cheek.
“I want to start dinner with you for one…”
He kissed her again, and she leaned back against the wall accidentally ringing someone’s bell. It was only fitting that she rang someone’s bell, because this appetizer to their dinner to be had rung her bell in the very best way…
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