Friday morning dawned and I awoke from a very restless night, consumed with anxiety over spending the night with Mable.
Last night, after dinner, Mable had telephoned me, anxious and concerned as to how things had gone that afternoon with Eleanor. At that time, I was buoyant with the knowledge of the videos in my possession and was looking forward to surprising her with them. I told her all went well, and that she had been absolutely right about Eleanor. I smiled as I kept her hanging in suspense, telling her I would give her more details when I came over.
It wasn't until we signed off and said goodnight that the overwhelming sense of panic descended on me. It happened when Mable said, "Goodnight, baby. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
Now, lying in bed on Friday morning, all I could think of was how I would be spending the night with Mable, and that we were going to have sex. Beyond that one single, all-consuming thought, I could hardly think at all. I had no idea whatsoever how it all would finally happen or what would happen afterward. It was that uncertainty and ambiguity that had me tense and uneasy.
Other than those few intimacies I had already shared with Mable, I had no other sexual experiences to draw from. As well, all of those previous intimacies had been moderately brief, and I had always had the safety net of only having a short amount of time to spend with Mable before having to hurry home. Now, I was faced with the prospect of spending the entire night with her and, if I were to be completely honest with myself about it, I was nervous as hell and even a little fearful.
School passed in a complete daze that day. It wasn't until John had slapped me on my back as we were leaving, that a sense of reality began to set in. "See you around seven," he smiled. "And don't forget your headset mic."
I spent a long time in the shower after dinner, scrubbing my body assiduously, especially my privates and deep into the cleft of my buttocks and anus. I wanted to be especially clean and fresh smelling for Mable.
I paced like a caged animal around the house after showering. As filled with anxiety as I was, the time just seemed to crawl. The plan was to meet the guys at John's house at seven, make my excuses, and then to meet Mable between seven and eight. By 5:30, I was almost squirming with pent up anxiety.
Finally, at 6:00 pm, I could stand it no longer. I grabbed up my laptop and gaming equipment, stuffed them into my backpack and said goodnight to my mother.
"What time will you be home?" She called from the kitchen as I was about to exit from the front door.
"I'm not sure," I answered doing my best to act casual. "We usually go for a breakfast burrito or something after. So, I guess maybe eight or nine."
"Wait," she called again as I was about to close the door. She met me at the door and gave me a brief hug and a kiss on my cheek. "Is everything okay with you?" She asked, a look of mild concern on her face, as she affectionately brushed her fingers through my hair. "You've been acting really strange all evening."
I smiled, hoping to ease her mind. "Nah, I'm good," I said. "It's just thinking about the damn game is all."
"Are you wearing cologne?" She asked bending to smell my cheek.
"Yeah...um, I nicked myself when I shaved," I managed to stammer. "So, I put after-shave on to take the sting out."
Mom frowned, her intuition probably telling her something in my world was not quite right. "All right," she said with a sigh, "You guys have a good time...And don't be too late tomorrow morning and make me worry."
"Not to worry, Mom," I said. "See you in the morning."
Mom nodded, her brow still creased with concern as she closed the door.
I made my way to John's house, my mind so full of Mable and spending the night with her that I arrived without even remembering the walk.
"Hey, man, you're early," said John with a smile as he opened the door. "Come on in...we just finished dinner."
He led me down to the basement where we usually carried out our dungeons and raids together. Once there, I turned to him. "Listen, man...I can't stay," I said.
"What? What are you talking about?" He asked with a look of incredulity. "We had this all planned. Why the hell can't you stay?"
"I...um...actually, man, I have a date," I said.
"A date?" He frowned, folding her arms over his chest. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his face was wreathed in smiles. "You mean with a GIRL? You've finally got a date with a girl?"
I nodded and smiled, feeling my cheeks warming.
"Okay, okay," he said, continuing to smile. "No harm, no foul. It's an all-nighter here, so just come on over after your damn date."
I shook my head, "I'm sorry, man. I...um...won't be able to." I stammered uncomfortably.
John's smile faded and he looked at me curiously. "Why the fuck not? It's not like your date is going to..." His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Holy fuck," he gasped. "Is this an overnight date? Are you spending the night with somebody?"
Again, I nodded, my cheeks beginning to burn.
"Who is it with?" He asked, grinning widely. "Come on, man...you can't just bail out on us like this and leave us hanging without at least telling me who you're spending the night with."
"I...can't tell you her name," I said. "It's actually...a woman that I did some computer work for, one of my clients."
"Wait..." He gasped, grasping my arm and pulling me over to sit on the sofa. "A WOMAN? Holy fuck, man."