P-Nut

Although the blinds were closed, the early morning sun seeped through the cracks and provided enough light for me to know that a new day had arrived. I rolled off the edge of the bed, being careful not to wake Joey. After a successful dismount, I turned to admire her. Her naked body was half covered by the blanket, leaving her entire back and one side of her cute little ass exposed.

She was a remarkable woman. Her beauty was only a part of what made her so, but it was sure something I enjoyed gawking at every time I had an opportunity.

Chances like this never came often enough.

I stood at the edge of the bed and stared blankly at her, wondering when she was going to realize I was too old, too rough around the edges, or too damned ugly to continue a relationship with.

I hoped the answer was never, but I had my doubts.

A woman like her never stayed with a man like me for long. Men like me were a stepping stone to life’s bigger and better things.

She lifted her head and fluffed her pillow. After burying her face into it, she sneezed, and then turned to face me.

She rubbed her eyes. “You’re naked. What are you doing?”

“You’re naked. What are you doing?”

She reached for the covers. “Covering myself up. I’m cold.”

“I just woke up,” I said.

“Crap.” She sat up. “What time is it?”

“5:50. It’s Saturday, stay right where you are. I’ve got to piss, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

I relieved my bladder of the previous night’s beer, and then washed my hands. As I stood in front of the sink, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

What did you do to deserve her?

Not a damned thing, I decided.

I washed my face and took another look at myself. I didn’t have self-esteem issues. In fact, I would consider myself as an extremely confident man. But. I was a realist.

I hadn’t changed. My manner of living life hadn’t, either. The feelings I felt, however, were all new to me. Experiencing them caused me to fear that one day things may change, leaving me with nothing but a yearning I wouldn’t be able to resolve.

I didn’t want to feel drawn to a woman, in need of her companionship, or reliant upon what she offered me. Being drawn to Joey, in need of her companionship, and reliant upon what she offered me, however, made me feel that my life wasn’t all for naught.

Her knocking on the door startled me.

“What are you doing in there? I’ve got to pee.”

I opened the door. “Thinking about taking a shower.”

Wearing a pair of sweats, and my previous night’s tee, she looked adorable. “Think about letting me pee.”

I waved my arm toward the toilet. “Pee.”

“I can’t with an audience.”

“Me neither.”

I stepped aside and let her walk past me.

“Please close the door, thank you.”

I pulled the door closed, and stood outside waiting. As soon as the toilet flushed, I pushed it open.

“Have any plans today?”

“No. Not really.”

“Not really, or not at all?”

She turned on the water and glanced over her shoulder. “Not at all.”

Her hair was a mess, the clothes she wore were dirty, and they fit her like a tent. She wasn’t wearing any makeup. Yet. She stood before me defining everything that I believed to be beautiful.

“When are you going to get sick of me?” I asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “Sick of you? What’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t think that one of these days you’re going to look around you and decide that maybe I’m not the one for you?”

She turned toward me and shook her head. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“Me? This? Us? Whatever you want to call it.”

“I uhhm. I don’t know. I just--”

“You know what?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration.

“What?”

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I guess I probably should have, so I will. When we made love, had sex, fucked, whatever you want to call it. The first time? Do you remember when that happened?”

The air between us was thick with her anger.

I swallowed heavily. “Uh huh.”

“That was the first time for me. I’d never done it before. I always expected the heavens to open, angels to sing, and unicorn dust to rain down on me when I had sex for the first time. You know, that the emotional part of it would be as good or better than the sex itself. Well, guess what?”

I had no idea she was a virgin. I felt like a complete idiot. An almost silent what? puffed past my dry lips.

“All of those things happened. Every one of them,” she said. “Even the unicorn dust. And guess what else?”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea about. I mean.” I stammered. “I wondered because--”

“I’m making a point,” she snapped. “And I’m not done yet.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll tell you what else. It happened again. Last night. Dust and all.”

I swallowed hard. I felt the same way, although I had no idea what unicorn dust was. During sex, everything with Joey was different. It wasn’t simply going through the motions or committing the act.

It was an experience. An experience, that despite the amount of times I’d had sex in the past, was new to me.

I felt like a shit heel. And, I was standing in front of her naked. I felt vulnerable and foolish. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was taking that from you. I would have been more gentle.”

“Taking what?”

“Your virginity.”

“Taking it?” She coughed a laugh. “You didn’t take anything. I gave it to you. Because I trust that you won’t do anything to hurt me. I trust that you’re here for the long haul. That you’re going to be different than everyone from my past, and that you’re not going to leave me. Are you going to leave me, Percy?”

I swallowed hard. “No.”

“Are you going to get sick of me?”

“No.”

She pressed her hands to her hips and shot me a glare. “The only way I’m ever going to leave you is if you ask me to. In the absence of that request, I’m going to assume you want me to stay. And, I will stay. Forever. I can say that without hesitation, because after feeling what it’s like to have you in my life, I can’t imagine living a day without you. Am I going to get sick of you? I think not.”

“Okay. So, what you’re saying is, if I don’t ask you to leave, you’re going to stay?”

“That’s what I said.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what,” she said.

“Take off your shirt.”

She looked confused. “What?”

“Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”

She lifted her shirt over her head and then tossed it onto the floor. “Anything else?”

I took every inch of her into my view. Her pale skin was smooth, and without fault. Her body was remarkable. Her curves undeniably sexy.

“Ditch the sweats.”

She pushed the sweats down her legs and kicked them to the side. “What now, boss?”

“Boss, huh?”

“You are the boss, aren’t you? The badass biker boss?”

I chuckled. “You’ve got a case of the attitudes today, don’t you?”

“You made me mad.”

Her eyes fell to my crotch. The corner of her mouth twisted into a smirk, and then she looked up. “You’re not mad though, are you?”

I glanced between my legs. My cock was as rigid as a stone. “Sorry. That happens sometimes.”

She grinned. “Around sexy bitches.”

“Get your sexy ass in the shower,” I said.

“Being in the shower will come in handy.”

“Why’s that?”

“We can wash the unicorn dust off when we’re done.”