Part 7
The first full week of no visits from Tiffany was almost over. While I was distraught about the prospect of not seeing Tiffany for a full 4 weeks, I was determined to keep my composure. I figured that if I could keep busy and keep my thoughts contained, I should be able to wait for Tiffany's return without using the prostate massager that she had given me.
I was doing pretty well until that first Friday. Tiffany was leaving for her trip and I texted her to have a good trip. She texted back "Thanks! I have missed you this week (so have my feet and toes)."
That firmly inserted Tiffany in my head. I thought about how much I had missed her that week. Of course I missed being released. And I missed the intimacy of kissing her feet. But I just missed her being around. All of those thoughts and feelings made Friday very difficult for me. It was particularly difficult because I had no plans for Friday night or during the day on Saturday. So, I dwelled on Tiffany.
Things only got worse on Saturday night. I had a date set up with a woman that I had already seen a few times. After dinner she invited me up to her place. I don't know what I was thinking, but I accepted. We talked and made out some. Although the experience was arousing (as much as it could be anyway), Tiffany kept popping into my head. Plus, I knew I really couldn't do anything with her. Taking my leave was a bit awkward. But I think I managed not to alienate her too much.
Sunday was terrible. My balls and groin ached from blue balls and my mind was all over the place. I, for the first time, was looking forward to Monday so I could get into the office and focus on something else.
Much to my disappointment, the work week wasn't helping me. My balls still ached and my mind was my enemy. By Wednesday I was reading reviews of the prostate massager and trying to understand the directions. I decided to give it a try.
Laying on my side on my bed, I inserted the device and tried flexing my muscles the way the instructions indicated. I could feel some stimulation and I kept it up for a while, but nothing happened. I leaked a lot of precum, but I didn't ejaculate. So, I gave up.
Thursday was brutal. The added stimulation of the prostate massager made me even more desperate to cum. My balls ached so much that I had serious difficulty concentrating at work. When I got home, I immediately tried the massager again. Still with no relief. I literally only slept for 3 hours that night.
By lunch on Friday, I had resolved to call Tiffany's friend, Caitlin.
"Hello." A woman answered.
"Hi. Is this Caitlin?"
"Yes it is. Who is this?"
"Daniel... um, Tiffany's friend." I stuttered.
There was a pause and she replied "Oh, Daniel. I was looking forward to your call. What can I do for you?" She asked
"Um... well... Tiffany told me that you might be able to... urrr... help me." I sounded like a stammering idiot.
She laughed. "Yes, I think I know what you mean. You're in luck. I have a late evening shift tonight and could meet you in the early evening after I go to the gym. Text me your address and I'll stop by around 6."
"Okay... thanks" I responded
"See you later!" She said with excitement in her voice.
"Okay, bye."
I then texted her my address.
Part 8
Around 5:30, I started to get really nervous. I was a little shaky. 6 pm came and went with no word or appearance from Caitlin. Then at 6:30 my buzzer went off and I let her in. After a couple of minutes, there was a knock on my door. I think my heart stopped.
I opened the door.
"Hi Daniel! Caitlin. Nice to meet you." She said as she gave me a hug. A full body hug. I could feel her thin muscular body and her breasts press up against me.
"Oh, sorry, I'm still probably a bit sweaty from the gym." She said.
"It's okay." I said as I moved aside and motioned her in.
Caitlin was a dirty blond with shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her face was pretty, very girl next door. She was still dressed in gym clothes and was carrying a gym bag.
She put her bag on my kitchen table and sat in one of the chairs. I walked toward the kitchen and asked if she wanted something to drink.
"Just water, thanks. I still have to work later." She responded. As I grabbed a beer for myself and a glass of water for her, she continued. "Sorry I'm late. My spinning class started late and ran long today. I didn't even have a chance to hit the showers."
"Oh, no problem." as I sat down at the table with her.
We chatted for a little bit. It was an ordinary conversation at first. I was super nervous, but the chatting and the beer were easing my nerves a little.
"Where do you know Tiffany from?" I asked
"We met on-line. I guess you know here from college, right?" She countered.
"Yeah, we've known each other for quite a while now." I answered
And then things shifted slightly when she asked "So, I'd really like to take a shower before I head to work, do you mind if I use your shower?"
"Yeah, sure. No problem. The bathroom is right back there." I pointed toward the bathroom.
She got up and went straight to the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear the water running. After just a minute, I heard her call my name. I went to the door and asked if she was okay.
"Open the door." She called out.