New Place

John had sparked my curiosity and I did want that car, and yes maybe I was a little naive too. I thought just maybe the car was over at his new place, and needed to know if it was over there. When I eventually venture over to scope things out, I didn’t see it, and suspected he had it in storage. At this point, I was there and so I approached the door to his apartment, and knocked. I became nervous, and stepping back I wondered, “What was I doing.”

Just as I was about to leave, he answered the door. He greeted me with a smile and quickly asked me to come in. As I entered, feeling of uneasiness came over me, but I proceeded inside. It was rather dark, he had the curtains closed, which muted what I could see, but as I looked around, it was spacious and as I moved into the living room area John said, “Go ahead and have a seat.”

I continued into the living room area, eventually moving over to the couch. I was apprehensive but when he again said, “Go ahead, have a seat,” I quickly sat down. John had moved over to the couch too and quickly sat next to me. He asking me how I was doing, and then said, “I’m glad you decided to come by, I was wondering if you would.”

As I looked at him and nodded, he smiled and I told him that I couldn’t stay long, I just wanted to come by and see your new apartment. He reached over and touched me on my leg, which caused me to flinch, which caused him to take his hand away.

Pausing for a second, he said, “What’s wrong,” and when I didn’t say anything, he inched closer and said, “You know, I still think about the time we spent together,” and then asked me, “Have you thought about it?”

I nodded my head yes and as I did, he smiled and touching my thigh again saying, “I’m, really glad you decided to come over.”

I was nervous, and after a pause he continued by asking, “Why did you decide to come over?”

I didn’t know what to say, but I too started to question it, and after a pause he said, “You know, I do still have the car; it’s in storage, but ... is that what you’re thinking about?”

I quickly replied, “Yea, I was wondering if the car was here, I wanted to see it.”

John was still using the car in an attempt to see if I might actually be willing to have sex again. He was smiling, realizing I was still interested, but also thinking, “How can I get him to want to do it again.”

I was thinking about the car, but was that really why I was there? I was conflicted and after another pause, I told him I had to go. He was visibly upset but I could see he was searching for what to say to keep me there.

As I left, he said, “Come by again, sometime when you can stay longer.”

I nodded but quickly left, hurrying home. I was consumed with wanting the car and thinking he still had it, I knew I had to go back, hoping that in time, he would give it to me.