A moment to catch our breath

Heather straddles my lap and flings her arms around me; I embrace her tightly as she begins to shake. She’s clearly been insanely anxious all day, and just poured incredible emotion into the striptease, so her reaction isn’t surprising. I hold her close and tell her how wonderful she is until the shaking fades and her body stills.

We sit like that for some time, her face burrowed into my neck. When she lifts her head and sits up, Heather looks deep into my eyes, then grabs my shirt and pulls it up firmly. I take the hint and raise my arms; she pulls my shirt all the way off and tosses it aside. She purrs approvingly as she runs her hands along my arms to my shoulders, feeling the muscles shift as I lower my hands to her thighs, then from my shoulders down my chest to my abs. I’ve been working out with the baseball team—and Coach Hansen, who didn’t earn the nickname “Coach Hammer” for nothing—long enough that I’m in far and away the best shape of my life. I was never overweight or anything, but I didn’t have a lot of muscle definition. That has changed. I’m even developing a six-pack!

“My man’s turning into a real hunk,” Heather coos. I can feel myself blush with pleasure to hear her call me “my man.” She doesn’t seem to notice—she’s staring at my abs. “Alyssa told me you were walking on to the baseball team and that the workouts had made a real difference,” she continues, “but I don’t think she gave you enough credit. Lover, you’re hot. I’m going to have to beat the girls off with a stick.”

I know Heather is saying this to praise me, and perhaps to reassure me a little—but I can’t help wondering if there’s a little anxiety coming through there. I slide my hands around to her ass and squeeze lightly. “No you won’t, love,” I tell her quietly. “I’ve had a lot of practice saying ‘no’ to sex the last few months.” She looks surprised to hear that. “A lot of my clients—not as many as I expected at the start, but a lot of them—have boyfriends or even fiancés. Some of those boyfriends are around, but won’t eat pussy; others aren’t around, for whatever reason. Either way, they want their pussies eaten, but they don’t want to do anything else, because they don’t want to cheat on their men. They don’t believe they are if all I do is eat them out—I don’t think their boyfriends would agree, but that’s how they see it. For them, my job isn’t just to go down on them and give them an orgasm or four—”

“Four?” Heather says, startled.

“It’s happened,” I say. “Anyway, my job is to go down on them, make them cum as many times as I can, and then when they want to fuck me, tell them ‘no.’ I have just about had to beat one of them off with a stick. I finally had to drop her as a client after three sessions because she was getting increasingly out of control about it. I didn’t tell her that the day of the session, of course, I let her sleep on it. She didn’t like it, but she was mostly unhappy with herself, not with me; she couldn’t argue with my reasoning.

“Point is, baby, you have nothing to worry about. Even if there were a girl at school as hot as you—and I haven’t met one yet, though some are close—she wouldn’t be the girl I’ve had a thing for since sixth grade, who wanted to be my friend when no one else in the class did, and who’s been the best friend I’ve had ever since. All those relationships start off just physical, and none of them have really gone beyond that yet. Now that you want to be with me—believe me, love, when I say no one can compare to you. I don’t just mean your beautiful eyes, your tight round ass, or your incomparable tits (though I do mean all those things, and all the rest of your body): I mean you—your heart, your mind, your friendship.”

“But I—” Heather breaks in, eyes starting to fill again.

“But nothing,” I interrupt. “Please, Heather, hear me on this: I—don’t—care. The past is the past—it’s done, dead, and gone. Now is us. I heard the line once, ‘Tomorrow is a mystery; yesterday’s a sigh,’ and that’s right. Sigh for the past and let it go; you’ve learned from it. As long as we’re walking into the mystery hand-in-hand, committed fully to each other, that’s all I care about. That’s all that matters.”