"I'm very happy with our relationship." I heard her say. I was incredulous to say the least. I had always done my best to please her, meeting her family, running errands for her, being there for her, even sometimes cleaning her apartment. In the back of my mind I knew what the real problem was. Sooner or later she would want real physical intimacy....and I would not be able to hide my shortcomings.
When we began our courtship, she had been surprised and delighted that unlike other men, I never once pressured her or tried to otherwise trick her into having sex. At first this made the course of our dating life very refreshing. She wasn't used to dating a gentleman who would always treat her like a princess, never once attempting to take your back home or to unhook her bra, and never attempting to treat her like a piece of meat. What's more, I did her many favors and generally showed her my appreciation with little gifts. Our physical interaction was limited to kissing and holding and even snuggling. We would put on old movies or listen to old records and times were good.
Perhaps it was our mutually busy life style that allowed us to go 3 months without noticing that we hadn't progressed to a new level of physical intimacy beyond what might lightly be termed "petting."
For myself, I was content to that let that go on. Things came to a head though one evening when I came to her house for a "very special dinner" she had planned for me. She left the door open for me and had timed everything perfectly for me so as I walked through the door I would be greeted by the smell of food, an incredible steak dinner, already awaiting me at the dinner table. Then I heard her call out from the back, "I'll be there in a second! You can start if you're hungry!"
I sat down admiring the steak but soon I noticed the Caesar salad. I served myself from the salad bowl as she walked out from behind and I catched a whiff of her excellent perfume. I began to express my gratitude and amazement at the meal, but then before I could get the sentence out I looked up. I was greeted by the most heavenly sight. My girlfriend came out wearing an incredible looking and very tight dress that made my head spasm back in a double take. A lace of emerald green backless dress with exposed shoulders that went down just below the thighs. I was blown away.
"You like?" She said.
"Wow. You look beautiful," I replied.
She gave me the go-ahead to feast as she had already eaten before I got there. She just wanted to watch me enjoy myself on her food. She quite enjoyed feeding me and this to her was an expression of love and appreciation. I hungrily ate up her cuisine while occasionally looking up at her gorgeousness. As the meal drew to a close however I realized what I was getting myself into.
Without bothering to say a word, she grabbed me my my hand and led me to the bedroom. I was frightened out of my mind. She sat me on the edge of the bed and began kissing me... rubbing my shoulders and going to unbutton my shirt. Enraptured, but alarmed too, I let her take my shirt off. Believe it or not this was the farthest I had gone with her. My mind began to wonder how is it that it took this long for us to get to this point?
As my breathing got harder, she kissed me just as hard. Her hand started to crawl up my leg. I of course had my hand in the customary position either on her back or on her curvy waist. Then I noticed that hers, rather than resting near my knee as usual, began to ride-up suddenly and went on the inside of my thigh and my breathing quickened even more. It was as if my heart was beating so loudly she should have been able to hear it... but she continued to ride it up. I grabbed it and squeezed it hoping that she would see this as a romantic gesture and not as an interruption of her advances. But I just couldn't risk her being able to touch me between the legs. I had kept my terrible secret from her for so many months and I couldn't bear for her to find out now.
But I knew based on the way she had presented all this, the dress, the meal, her perfume, that this was it. The moment of truth had arrived.
Alas, the squeezing of her hand didn't work she broke to kiss after a couple of seconds and look squarely in the eye and said, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing." I tried to fake it.
But she knew that was a lie. Thus began a very strange conversation. "Do you remember how we met?"
I replied, "Yes. I met you at that birthday party...ummm, my cousins birthday party."
"Yes.....Your cousin Samantha invited me there to meet you. I never told you this, but she was really the one who hooked us up. She knew about me and the problems I had with men....and she told me all about you. And she thought you'd be the perfect guy for me given my experiences with guys."
"I didn't know that....but what experiences with guys? Why would I be perfect."
She continued, "When I said that she told me everything about you, I mean she told me EVERYTHING about you."
I swallowed hard. My cousin knew my secret because not only did we go to the same high school...so she had heard the rumors about me...I also basically confirmed them when I had explained to her why I had only introduced her to one woman in the ten years since.
"Look. You know that I've only had 3 boyfriends since high school. Well, I know you've only been with one other lady yourself since you graduated. .......I know. I know about your..."
I squirmed.
"She told you?"
