“I’ve never done this before…I guess everyone says that.”
This story was published on Thursday, October 19. It will be unlocked on Thursday, October 26.
Content advisory: Erotica
“I’ve never done this before.” She giggles nervously, placing her bag on the floor. “I guess everyone says that.”
“It’s OK to be nervous. I was nervous, too, when I started looking for women through Craigslist. There are unsavory people out there.” He smiles, a little too broadly, like he’s hiding something. His posture is loose and weak, like an old man’s, although he appears to be in his thirties. “Let’s get something out of the way right now. I’m not going to touch you. I have congenital immune deficiency, which means I have to stay in this plastic bubble.”
She nods. Her expression is uncertain. “Can’t you get a bone marrow transplant or something?”
He shifts with impatience, and his smile dims by a few watts. Everyone always asks this question “No. My condition is genetic. That means the doctors can’t just irradiate all the bad cells and replace them with good ones. My illness is built into all my cells. It’s a part of who I am.”
She stands frozen like a statue. Her face is both taut and vacant. She can’t think of anything to say, and it bothers her.
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know why my sex life relies so heavily on commercial relationships.” He rubs his hands together, and his posture becomes straighter and more confident. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
“Please undress for me.”
She shivers from fear. It has begun. “All the way?”
She shucks off her coat and unzips her silky red dress, the one it took hours to choose.
He shakes his head with irritation. “No, no, no. Do it slowly, like you’re undressing for a new lover. Someone you want to be vulnerable with, even though the relationship is new and fragile. Someone you want to tease.”
Her cheeks flush. She pulls one long, gym-sculpted arm from the dress and then the next. She lets the filmy fabric slide over her flat midsection. She waits a beat and steps out of the skirt. She is now wearing nothing but a pushup bra and transparent panties.
He plays with the drawstring of his pants and pulls out his cock; it is fully erect. She finds herself strangely aroused.
“Very nice. Your breasts look as if you’ve served them up on a platter just for me. Why don’t you set them free?”
She undoes the back clasp and shrugs off the bra. Her nipples stiffen into hard, brown pebbles.
“Beautiful,” he sighs. “Your areolas are the size of silver dollars. I wish I could take them in my mouth and nibble on those stiff little nips.”
He strokes himself. She shifts her position slightly, noticing an unfamiliar dampness between her legs. I’m only doing this for the money, she tells herself.
“Take off your panties. Show me that hungry pussy.”
She pushes her thong over hips slowly, as if her boyfriend were watching. He gasps at the sight of her slick, bare mound.
He takes off his own pants, and then makes a series of quick deft movements with his hands. The plastic bubble opens.
Her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God, what have you done? Aren’t you going to get sick?”
He shrugs. His smile is strangely sad. “I’m just so tired of being alone.”