This three-chapter story was inspired by conversations with other Lit members over the years - some of whom are part of couples that freely share their inner sexual lives with each other and some of whom feel unable to open up about such matters to their partners.
Thanks to all who have shared their experiences in regards to this dilemma, thus providing the context for this narrative.
A huge thanks to BenLong who worked tirelessly to edit all three chapters. I am extremely grateful for his assistance!
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As morning broke just outside the bedroom window, Andrew sat upright in bed with his laptop, idly flipping from web site to web site. There was nothing left unread in his inbox and the news offered more of the usual, tiresome political battles. He finally resorted to tapping his thumb impatiently on the keyboard, wondering if he was about to finally hear the words that would change the course of his life forever.
Once in a while, Charlotte appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, but she seemed to be stalling. Andrew watched her briefly standing there in an old pink t-shirt and her favorite fuzzy pajama bottoms that he'd bought the previous Christmas. She vanished again, carrying on with her morning routine, squirting some toothpaste onto her brush and then facing the mirror, holding it in her mouth as it whirred against her froth-covered teeth.
Andrew turned back to the laptop screen, but his mind was elsewhere. He could hear Charlotte spitting into the sink before she sighed and then peeked out into the bedroom.
"Okay, here we go..." she said with nervous anticipation.
"Good luck," Andrew replied.
He watched his wife vanish back into the bathroom. A few moments passed, then he just barely heard the soft sound of Charlotte's pajama bottoms being slipped down. The loose toilet seat which Andrew constantly put off getting fixed rattled as she sat down. He heard his wife erratically tinkling into the toilet, then the toilet flushed, and the sink started running. After a few more minutes of silence, Charlotte walked stiffly into the bedroom, approaching Andrew.
"... And?" he asked, already aware of the answer.
"Negative," she sighed.
"Okay, it'll happen, don't worry."
"I know. It's just frustrating that it's taking so long," she replied glumly.
Andrew and Charlotte had been trying to get pregnant but kept striking out. They'd begun to feel discouraged, but most people they shared this frustration with seemed to brush it off. All they'd been offered was the reassurance that it sometimes "took a little time." This didn't help; it just made them feel like they were the only ones taking it seriously.
Their parents certainly made things no easier. Last time they took a family trip together, Charlotte's parents suggested that she and Andrew stay back at the hotel for a bit while they took her younger brother to a clothing store to find a new pair of pants. Her mom had winked to them, right there in front of her father and brother, saying, "After all, you need a little alone time to make a certain something happen..."
Charlotte had been horrified to hear her family openly imply that they should go make love right then and there to give them grandchildren. She couldn't bear the thought that her family would later return to the very room they'd just finished having sex in, to check in on them. The pressure from them was growing to the point of desperation and Charlotte already placed enough pressure on herself.
Andrew knew Charlotte had always been a little bashful when it came to sex - but then again, so was he. He often thought about their first time together and how awkward it had been. Being college sweethearts, it happened late freshman year. They had been dating a while and their friends were already restless, watching their courtship going on and on, knowing that they hadn't yet taken the big leap.
"Dude, when are you guys gonna hook up?!" Andrew's roommate had asked.
Charlotte received similar comments from her friends as they openly prodded the two with friendly teasing about it. Andrew recalled nervously looking over at Charlotte, seeing her sitting there red-faced and unsure what to say to their friends who seemed hell-bent on getting them to finally bang each other. It wasn't that he didn't want to - they just added so much pressure about something he was already anxious about.
Andrew's roommate had already suggested a system they should use should either of them bring a girl back to their dorm room. A simple marker would be placed outside the door to indicate that the arriving roommate should find somewhere else to be for a while. Andrew had never had to use it, though his roommate had, and that made him jealous. Andrew had gone to sit in the library for a bit, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, acutely aware of what was going on back at his dorm room at that very moment.
When the big day finally arrived, it took Andrew by surprise. He and Charlotte had been at a party where jello shots and tequila had secretly been provided. They were both buzzed and started to kiss in the corner at the edge of a friend's bed. Everything happened so quickly and organically. How they ended up back at Andrew's own dorm room was a blur - but they got there, nevertheless. Andrew put the secret marker on the outside of his dorm room door without Charlotte taking notice... just in case something was to happen.
And something did.
After several minutes of kissing on Andrew's bed, they began touching each other, slowly and gradually, indicating to one another that it might be time for the ultimate expression of intimacy to finally happen between them. Andrew could sense Charlotte's heart beating wildly in her chest but knew he was just as nervous and that it would be equally apparent to her.
She let him pull off her top and he let her undo the belt buckle on his pants. It wasn't long before the two of them sat trembling in their underwear. He gazed at her, aroused by the sight of the deep cleavage between the cups of her bra and the soft, puffy mound of her panties. Charlotte's stomach was churning with butterflies.
All of a sudden there were footsteps outside his door, followed by laughter; it was Andrew's roommate. Charlotte seized up with anxiety, overwhelmed by the lack of privacy.