They silently sit side-by-side in the clinic. He passed his test perfectly. And now the tech comes out and tells her, your fine, you passed. They smile, knowing what comes next. They walk back to his car. They drive in silence. Even the radio is silent. They don't want to risk an argument over which station to listen to. She looks out the window, aware that he occasionally looks over at her. She feels his eyes on your breasts. her lap.
Online they'd discussed how this would go. Text messaging was the only form conversation they've had. They'd both get tested. Shed' take birth control pills. They wouldn't talk after this. They'd be like two animals going at it. Just raw animal passion. It would last as long as it would last. If they got tired of it, they'd send the other an email a few days before the next scheduled meeting and simply say, I'm moving on. They agreed to use condoms if they had sex with anyone else. And they also agreed to let loose in the bedroom...to interact "honestly." Which is to say, they'd behave the way they felt inside. Maybe it would be soft and gentle. Maybe rough and controlling. Neither of them would try to censor their behavior. They'd just be their sexual selves.
When they got to his apartment, she felt nervous but excited. She'd fantasized about sex with a stranger many times. This might be as close as she'd ever get to that pure form of carnal meeting. They'd only had enough interaction to insure safety.
As soon as they were in the door he latched the bolt and pushed her up against the backside of the door. She felt his attraction to her. He kissed her hard and put his hands on her breasts. Her hands reached up from being glued to the door to engraving his back. She usually needed many minutes of foreplay to get excited. But this was different. Already she was wet with anticipation. His hands slid down her sides and cupped her buttocks, pulling her to him. She moaned. She wanted him now.
He led her to the bedroom. By the bed he began unbutton her blouse. Her body was shaking as he unsnapped her bra. He loomed over her, perhaps eight inches taller. He smelt so good to her. She looked like an angel to him, as if he's never felt a woman before. Her bra fell to the floor. His hands kneaded her compact breasts hungrily. He pushed her to the bed and she tore off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He kneeled beside her and unbuckled her belt. She felt like pushing his hands away, but felt powerless to move. He unzipped her jeans and worked the jeans down, sliding them off. She lay in her lacy boy-shorts on the bed, wondering if he he could smell her excitement. He slipped his jeans off and pushed down his boxers, the whole while watching her, drinking in her body. He was already hard. He looked huge.
