all of Friday I just wasn’t feeling well at all, and in an awesome move, the Gentleman Companion got himself an unsolicited AIDS test. because it was his first (and those things are admittedly stressful ordeals), I took a very long lunch break and after breaking a photo booth unintentionally, we finally headed to the health department.

my, people in this state are trashy. the author included, thank God, otherwise I would feel quite out of place.

after about an hour shifting between listening to the woman screeching about going to jail, and patting the shoulder and wiping the snotty nose of the one who was sobbing, the GC finally exited the room. he looked traumatized.

apparently the poor thing had the full range of testing available, which included being ambushed and wanked by an overly friendly nurse. I guess that’s a fantasy for most folk, but not after having a blood culture and all sorts of scary lectures. later we joked that he should’ve asked for a happy ending, or left a twenty on the paperbed for her.

we left with a paper prescription bag full of condoms and lube (!) and I went back to work to steal desert and fall asleep and vomit a few times.

blessedly, I was feeling much better by the time I finally left the office. it was desolate but for myself and the night customer service crew, which was oddly nice. I adore my co-workers, but my bosses are dicks. it was a welcome relief to cuddle up on GC’s couch and enjoy some deliciously crappy television. we did so for a while before taking a walk and returning and taking a walk and returning and finally, he kissed me.

he tugged at my hair, straddled me, and I remembered why it’s never a good idea to go for weeks without such human contact: you get stage fright.

I wrapped my legs around him though, feeling like a koala or opossum like I always do when tangled up so, and he felt my breasts for the first time. he must’ve felt the minor burn scars there, but didn’t say anything other than the few questions asked later. I was infinitely grateful.

he pulled my pants down, put his thumb against my clit. usually I like my labia, my lips, fondled with more, but it was a special occasion and all. GC asked if he could play with me, and it was so gentlemanly and so dirty that I thought my heart was going to swell right on out of my chest- almost-butch-dykes so rarely get such treatment, and I am entirely used to being the man in such connotations, so it was great.

I’ve never been one for oral, but he was spectacular. we toyed with the bubble-smelling lube from the prescription bag, and I jerked him off. if my mouth didn’t hurt so badly from our kissing, I would’ve returned the favor, but unfortunately it did, and I think so soon after having major surgery on it, it will be a while yet.

disappointing, only almost not. he is a smoker, and I do plan on giving him encouragement when he quits by noting how much better a non-smoker tastes. it’s worked wonders with past companions.

the stage fright kicked in again. I did horridly, was awkward, a total virgin.

however.

he came. laying on his back, I felt that twinge that always happens before they do, and bam! it went on forever, going over his head even, a phenomenon I’ve never seen before. GC had completely come all over himself, and it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I swear, I was sitting there gape-mouthed and staring down at my drenched hand and just… whoa. still rather giggly over that, especially while sitting in just a shirt and panties on his bathroom sink as he took a shower.

later when he told me one of his biggest fetishes was girls who squirt, I about died- never been able to do that, but I’ve always wanted to. it looks fun, and I’m not squeamish or afraid of pee; doing so while laughing and sleepwalking, and all.

the fastest way to a gal’s being through her vag and all, I hung around like a puppy dog until it was finally time to go home. next time will go better, I won’t be so unsure of myself.