I came to know May over a protracted period of months, the first meeting during which was by complete happenstance. The stereotypical woman stranded on the side of the road, not too far from home. Perhaps it had just happened, but I remember being a bit shocked that no one before me had stopped to help her. For me, a car guy and somewhat of a part time empath, not stopping was out of the question, especially when it came to women and mechanical things. But I remember having to be careful, lest she think that I was some kind of an axe murderer or something.
I pulled in front of her and only partially got out of the car.
"Problem?" I asked looking back. She was kind of cute.
"Well, yes, I got a flat and have no way to fix it. I called somebody, but they won't be here for an hour." May responded.
"I think we can do better than an hour. Do you mind if I take a look?" May nodded.
Walking over, I introduced myself while still maintaining my distance. "I'm Rob; I am kind of a car guy..."
Head motioning in the general direction of my recently restored, mid 80's, silver 911, May responded with a laugh: "Yes, I can kind of see that. I'm May."
Ice broken.
To make a short story long, May had been driving around in a car with no jack, no lug wrench and spare that was all but flat. "Typical", I remember thinking to myself. I explained the situation, while refraining from dressing her down. I remember also thinking that perhaps that would come later. I surmised quickly that the 19mm Porsche lug nut wrench that I had with me was way too big for a Honda. But I also had a set of rather nice, forged steel box ends that might work and one of them did. Thankfully, the nuts weren't on too tight and I did the tire with a portable compressor that I keep for just such occasions. Problem solved.
"Well, I am glad you found me!" May smiling as I opened the car door for her. She was a sweetheart.
Handing her a business card, I joked: "Well, if you ever get another flat, you now know who to call. I am glad I could help."
I almost started walking away, but remembered and walked back: "Hey, I would be happy to help you find the stuff you really should have for the car should this happen again."
She hesitated slightly with a "no, that's OK", but I persisted. She was smart and here was a car guy offering to help her find critical car parts. "Well, OK, that would be really nice of you." May smiling again. She definitely was cute. I took the needed info, including her phone number, promising to burn it and never call her again once the parts were procured and the transaction completed.
"Oh, no, you may call me anytime, you're a respectable guy." If she only knew. But this shit never happens to me. It's always a battle. Finally a woman who came on a little to me.
About a week later, I called her advising that I had what she needed and in those words. Little did I know that they were the foreshadowing of our soon to be relationship.
"Well, I'll tell you what", May proposed, "why don't you come over for dinner since we live kind of close anyway."
To me, that sounded like fun, so of course I agreed. Greeting me with a peck, she had dinner all ready and so we ate and drank wine. A bit too much wine, I might add. I think she made sure of this so that I wasn't as guarded as I would have been sober. She asked if I would like to watch a movie which we did, but we really didn't. We were more interested in each other instead and wound up talking and joking the night away. That night, I began to like May very much and felt that there was something different, something edgy about her that you just don't find in the average woman. It was really hard to explain, but I was quite attracted to her and hoped that I wouldn't blow it somehow. We even had a down to earth discussion as to how that happens. She was great and I let her in rather quickly and she seemed to reciprocate.
While our friendship grew over the ensuing months, our physical contact was limited to only the perfunctory kiss hello and goodbye. Sure, I would hug her often, but she seemed a bit guarded and somewhat distant physically and I could not help but wonder why. I would soon find out. It wasn't me.
One night after a dinner at her place, we got liquored up pretty good. I began the typical guy advances, but she stood up, shutting the party down abruptly. I thought that I had really pissed her off.
I'm sorry" I said, "I just like you and I am becoming physically attracted to you."
"No, it's not you, it's me" said May. I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.
"I have never been with a guy" May said.
"Well, that's OK, we can take it easy, I don't mind. I like you as a person first" I reasoned, finding her declaration rather hard to believe. And I told her that.
"Well, you don't understand" May added. "I'm a special girl"
I started getting a little edgy: "Well yes, I agree and you are certainly special to me."
"No, Rob, you still don't get it. Stand up, come behind me and put your arms around me."
I did as she asked and May, wearing a somewhat flimsy skirt - and a great pair of high heels I might add - pulled my hand lower, beneath her skirt and panties and down between her legs. How I never noticed this before was beyond me, but I now had my hand around a rather nice set of cock and balls, a set that I would have been proud of. I tried to "act normal" and not be shocked, but that would have been a bit dishonest. I was and she knew that I was. Conversely, however, I didn't have an urge to run out the door either as it all was a bit exciting for me.
"Do you see now what I mean?" May asked.
"Well, yes, OK, but that doesn't change May, the person, does it?"
She turned and I could now see that tears had welled up in her eyes. This told me that she liked me, our relationship and wanted to preserve it. "No, I am still the same May." She then kissed me and kissed me with the most passion she ever had. She cried some more, but I held her tight, wiped her eyes and caressed her hair. Not only did she have feelings for me, she had put those feelings in the palm of my hand, for me to do with what I wished. She was open and vulnerable.
"Then what's the big fucking deal?" I said rather loudly. She smiled and started laughing, her tears dripping away. At that moment, I didn't really care about what was down below, I only cared about her.
"But I want to be with a guy, and not just any guy. I want to be with you" May said, regaining some composure. "You know me and you know how to handle me. You've shown me that over the last few months. I know you care and that I can trust you."
She was right. May was special to me, perhaps even more so now. I was a velvet lined safe for May's feelings and secrets. And I made sure that only she had the combination.
I texted May the room number soon after I entered the motel room; she already knew where we were meeting. It was well after dark and, outside, the place was not very well lit - typical of a "B" rated facility - but the gloom somehow added to the suspense. Minutes later, a pair of headlights briefly illuminated the cheap, but thick curtains, followed by the sound of two car doors closing. I found myself, in the few ensuing seconds before the door opened, thinking that I had to make sure to immediately assume and maintain the role of master here and take firm control of my two willing, but perhaps unwitting, participants.
