"I don't want to yet." She said, looking up from under me on the bed, my hand about to unbutton her pants.

"I thought you said you thought it was dumb to wait and you wanted to fuck me right away?"

"I do. But you said you wanted to wait and that you only fuck girls in the bathroom of the restaurant on the first date if you don't like them."

"Yeah, but baby, we're on our 6th emotional date, 1st in person one, which basically counts as 3rd overall date."

"Oh that's the math?"

"Yes sweetheart. You knew that..." I said with puppy dog eyes and an innocent little smile... She wasn't buying it.

"Melinda. If I didn't think there was a serious possibility of something happening with you there's no way I would have talked with you for ten minutes let alone all day long for five days and I certainly wouldn't have gotten on a plane and flown down here, for what, just to fuck you?"

"Well..."

"Baby. You're fucking hot as shit and gorgeous. I'm still not getting on any plane just to fuck someone." That was the truth and she knew it. She took her hand away from mine. I had the green light to unbutton her jeans.

"And just to prove that, now you're back on my previous time line and not getting fucked for days."

"Nooooooooooooo," she whined like a little girl.

"Absolutely. So what do you want to do now?"

I popped up off of her like I was ready to chat or go bowling or sight see.

"I want to fuck," she said again in a coquettish voice.

"No. I don't want you thinking I'm not honorable."

"Come on." She grabbed me around my neck and pulled me towards her. I resisted... a little.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded yes.

"I want you to be sure."

She nodded again.

"You want me to take your pants off and fuck you?"

"Yes, please."

I stopped the game and in a gentle tone said completely frankly, "I want to get naked with you under the covers."

"Okay." She said excitedly, not understanding that that was a big deal to me. How could she, I hadn't yet confessed how rarely I do that with someone and therefore how significant it was to me.

"I don't do that often."

"Really?"

"No. I've had three third dates in seven years. One girl has spent the night in my bed in that time. It's a really intimate thing to get naked with a girl for me... and especially under the covers. Day, night, whatever."

"But you've fucked more than three girls in the last seven years..."

"Yeah, but usually at least some clothes stay on and it's never under the covers. When I have been completely naked with a girl, both of us, it's always on top of the bed."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. Waking up with a girl is way more intimate to me than having sex with her. And being naked under the covers is kind of equal to that even if she doesn't stay over."

She smiled and kissed me softly. Then we both jumped off the bed on opposite sides and like a Chinese fire drill, stripped off our clothes, giddy, and jumped into the bed and pulled the covers over us. It was magic light outside. My all time horniest time of the day: 4:30-ish. After school.

I loved her body. She was fit but not hard. Soft and healthy. I love all shapes and sizes of women. I always have. I can find something sexy about every woman. I found a lot sexy about Melinda. Mostly because I liked her.

"Do you think I'm fat?" I asked.

"Oh no. I love a little belly on a man. My girlfriends think I'm crazy but I hate washboard abs on a guy. Men should have a little belly. And women should have hips and an ass. That's how God made us." That wasn't the first time I had heard that from a woman so I believed her. She had hips and an ass and they were lovely.

"You're sure?" I was a little insecure.

"Baby. I love your body.

"Thanks." We were naked, under the covers in the middle of the day and we were talking about our fears. You want to talk about real? You wanna talk about guts? You wanna talk about being an adult? If you've ever tried it, you know, it's fucking intense, that's what it's all about.

This is the part of the story, the part of all of my stories when the cowards run for the hills. And this is the part of all of my stories when the heart people sing. When it gets really real.

She suddenly got scared. "You're not gonna fall for me, are you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Just a feeling. We're going to fuck and then I won't ever see you again."

"I thought we were off that. I'll put my clothes on right now and take a fucking guided tour bus with you"

"No. Don't joke. Just tell me if that's how you feel."

"No. It's not. We've talked so much on the phone and shared a level of intimacy that it's a little weird in person until we catch up, that's what you're getting from me. That's all" It was the truth. "Seriously. I'm fine not to do this yet."

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry. I just really like you."

"And I really like you." I kissed her.

We spent three hours in the bed and we both seemed to do exactly what the other person really really liked so that was great. I knew from the first no chemistry kiss with my ex-girlfriend Liza that we were doomed but hoped against hope that what I knew to be true wouldn't be, but was. Melinda and I had amazing chemistry so that boded extremely well for our chances.

"I'm starving," I said. Only making-movies hunger is like three-hour-sex hunger. It's sublime.

"What do you want? This is Charleston. Things close early."

"Where's the Whole Foods? I need to get the cookie supplies."

"You're making your famous cookies for me tonight?!"

"I just realized it has to happen."

"It closes at 9."

"What time is it now?"

"Twenty till."

"Put your clothes on."

"We'll never make it. It's far away."

"Baby, I drove a cab in New York for ten years. We'll make it."

"Okay but I'm driving."

"Of course you're not."

"I'm serious. I'm driving."

"Please don't continue talking. You're wasting time. It's not a discussion. I'm serious. When food, especially cookies, are involved, I can't joke. I'm driving." We argued all the way to the parking lot, dressing as we went. I had a surprise for her. I mean I would have driven anyway but I had a surprise for her so we had to go in my car.

"Just shut up and trust me."

She was really complaining about it.

"Where's your car?"

"I don't know... maybe it's this one." I said, setting her up.

She stopped in her tracks as a hug smile spread over her beautiful face. She looked at my car and said...

To be continued...

Posted by Eric Schaeffer at 10:34 PM

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