My phone buzzed on the table beside me as I sat in the lobby, with the text message from Jack that I'd been expecting: "Go time! ;-)"
I stood up and headed to the elevator that would take me up to Jack and Leah's suite, looking forward to stepping "on stage", as it were. I was already growing hard enough that it was giving me trouble walking, and was that butterflies I was feeling just a little north of my groin? I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh. Am I about to fucking
do
this?
It had been a week since I'd first visited Jack's place, when he'd had me "try out" with his friend Sheila. THAT had been incredible in itself; I'd had few partners before my wife, only a couple since my divorce, and
never
with a woman that I hadn't even met. And Sheila had been fun; I'd found myself reliving the encounter all week, with friends and co-workers wondering what was giving me such a goofy grin. The way Sheila had practically worshipped my cock was a stroke for my ego, too. I hadn't realized I had such a special, um, "attribute".
Jack had wanted to confirm that I was clean from STIs or STDs, and I was flattered that he wanted me to be able to fuck his wife Leah bareback, so I booked a doctor's appointment, took Jack with me, and my doctor did, indeed, confirm to Jack that I was squeaky-clean. I was up front with the doctor about why we were asking, and he was surprisingly blasΓ© about it, as though patients came to him with this kind of request all the time.
Jack took me for a beer after we were done with the doc. "Thanks again for that," he said as we settled at a table with our drinks, "I know that was a little weird."
I nodded. "Yes, yes it was," I said, "but I understand completely, and I'll have to admit it's nice to go without rubber if you know you don't need it. I'm flattered at the trust that implies."
"You've shown yourself to be the perfect guy for this, Randy. You're respectful, laid-back, not too full of yourself. And you're hung like a fucking stallion. Leah's definitely going to remember this." Jack's eyes gleamed brightly as he said this.
"So, how much does Leah really know at this point?" I asked.
"She knows I found someone I like, and trust, and think she'll like, but I haven't given her a single detail yet. She's very excited. Sheila told her about getting to meet you the other night, and that you were very much worth the wait, but I made her promise not to let out any more than that."
When we left the bar Jack told me I'd finally get to meet Leah soon, but not for a few days yet. "I want to build the suspense a little more," he said with a grin.
I started hitting the gym even more, cardio and sparring to build my endurance, and heavier weight workouts in hopes of stimulating a little more testosterone production. I was finding myself sporting an almost constant erection, though, which was a little embarrassing in the locker room.
My e-mail inbox held a surprise for me a couple of days after I'd last seen Jack: a note from Leah. She said it was making her extremely horny writing to an unknown man who was going to come fuck her. Leah wanted me to know that she was really excited about this, that she and Jack had led such an ordinary sex life for so long, and that they were having the time of their lives with some of the things they were trying. She said she trusted Jack's judgement when it came to finding her a partner, that she was knew that whoever he found would be appealing and safe. And that her friend Shiela practically melted into a puddle when she mentioned me.
Leah also wanted me to know how absolutely crazy she was getting, not knowing when we'd finally meet. And knowing how cautious she was about pictures, I was amazed to see her attach a short video. It was only about 30 seconds long, and it was a shot of her playing solo on the bed and cumming loudly. When she was done she looked straight in the camera and said "come on, mystery man! I'm waiting!"