*Inspired by real life events*
Mark sat in his kitchen, anxiously looking at his phone. He was waiting for a call of his girlfriend Carla, who would come back from a trip with friends this weekend. Normally she should have called by now, she said she would arrive at her apartment at noon. Now it was already 2pm and he became nervous.
Their relationship was in a rough spot, as she kept complaining about him not being assertive enough. At least that was what she called it, but he knew she meant he was not acting as masculine as she wanted him to. He always let her make any decision and even sexually she was the one to initiate it most of the times. Not that he was not attracted to her, he always felt like she was way more attractive than him, but every time he tried to take control she just smiled at his attempts and it made him feel like he was just acting.
He had hoped, that spending some time apart, her with her friends, while he was working, would help to cool of the tension between them, but now she was not calling him. He could not help but feel worried as he finally decided to grab his phone and text her, "Hey babe, I hope you arrive home safely."
As he was putting the phone down, he saw her status change to being online for a second, before jumping back to "seen shortly". Mark could feel his anxiety rise even more as he kept staring at the screen, his brain creating worse and worse scenarios on what would happen if she finally replied.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, even though it was only five minutes, he saw her status change and she began typing, "Hello sweety. Yeah I arrived at home, bit later than I thought. Wanna come over? I think we should talk."
Mark could feel his hearth skip a beat, as he tried to think about what he would have to expect once he got there. He knew that he probably was overreacting, but the overly neutral tone of the message made him worry. He always felt like he did not deserve Carla. She was a few years younger than him, so while she was still in university, he was working. That meant, that she had more time going out with her friends, going dancing or drinking, while he usually staid at home or at her apartment, so he could sleep early. She would always come home late at night, still giggly from having fun and being drunk. Mark always felt bad for being the "boring" boyfriend, but he also just did not feel comfortable in clubs, so he actually preferred to stay at home.
"Ill be there soon," He texted back, trying to calm himself down. If it were something bad, she would not ask him to come over. He left his apartment and drove to her place down town. Carla lived together with her roommate Sarah in a cheap apartment. Even though they talked about moving in together, she always said that she enjoyed her freedom.
As he got up to the third floor, he was torn between being happy to see her again and still wondering what she wanted to talk about.
Carla greeted him at the door. She had her black hair in a ponytail and her brown eyes sparked up when she saw him. Seeing her sweet, big smile on her face as she saw him made him forget about all his worries. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Hey sweety, I missed you." she whispered.
Mark could not help but notice, that she wore a short sexy red skirt, fishnet stockings and a tight white top, showing her cleavage. Not really what he would have expected her to wear on a day where she would have to travel most of the time, but he could not deny the effect that outfit had on him.
"You look so hot." he said, eying her up and down as she led him to her room. He was thinking about grabbing that ass swaying before his eyes, but he decided to wait until they were in the room. Carla never really liked showing too much affection in front of Sarah.
"Aww thank you!" Carla smiled and Mark could swear he saw a little blush on her face. She led him to her bed sitting him down, while getting on the bed a bit away from him. For the first time in a long while, Mark felt like she was actually shy or unsure what to say.
"So... I said I wanted to talk to you about something," her eyes glanced down, avoiding his. Mark waited for her to continue. As he kept looking at her, he noticed, that she was not wearing any bra and her nipples were clearly poking out of her top.
"We both agreed, that this trip was kind of a way for both of us to reset our relationship, right?" she kept fidgeting with her skirt.
"...Right." he said, feeling his anxiety coming back.
"So, I wanted to forget about you during that trip... You know, to focus on what I want." she said. Mark was getting nervous, it was not like her to dance around what she wanted to say like that.
"I mean, I get it. You needed your own space to experiment." he tried to calm her down a bit. She smiled at him, chuckling even a bit on the word experiment.
"Well, that's one way to phrase it... Well, actually I could not stop thinking about us, so I thought maybe I need to talk to someone about it... and I did...with Tom." Mark could hear himself gasp a bit. Tom was one of Carlas friends from university, who even though it was mostly a girls trip managed to come along with them. He always seemed nice to Mark when they met, always wearing a big smile on his face. Still Mark felt uncomfortable knowing that she would talk about their relationship with another guy.
"W-what did you tell him?" he asked.
"Well, I told him about how we seem to lead two separate lifes... how I wish you would be more active in our relationship... and our problem in the bedroom."
Mark felt the blood rushing into his face. He knew what she was referring to, for a long time he has not been able to make her cum with anything than his mouth. At first she said she did not mind, but it hurt his pride and it made him even more reluctant to initiate sex with her.
He felt ashamed, that another guy would know about this, but maybe they needed some advice and if she trusted Tom, he would not tell others.
