Our Chance (4 page)

I was laid out over his chest as the third movie started. We were both as naked as the day we were born and sore in all the right places.

“I hope you’re not falling asleep,” he murmured.

“You can’t seriously want it again.”

Was he a machine? I knew his sex drive was high but this was ridiculous.

“Don’t blame me. You’re laying all over me naked.”

“Want me to get off?” I said into his toned chest.

I felt his body shake with silent laughter. His hands slid down my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps where they went, and rested just above my butt. “No part of me wants you to go.”

“You are such a pervert,” I whispered all husky and needy.

“Mmm hmm.”

“I don’t know if I can have sex again.”

“Sure you can,” he replied. “If you want I’ll tie you to my bed and do all the work.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “I’m sure my laying there like a sack of potatoes is going to be so much fun for you.”

“I’ll be inside you, Nell, you could be up and down like a yoyo or laying as still as a statue and I’ll still come so hard it’ll feel like my eyeballs are going to explode.”

For a good ten seconds I could literally find no words. “You feel like your eyes are going to explode when you come?” Should it feel like that? Am I orgasming wrong?

“Not usually but with you it’s something else.”

“Thank you very much,” I replied and felt his smile. “Err… You make my eyes explode too…”

His chest shook again. “Maybe I used the wrong analogy.”

“No, no, I like the eye thing. Quite original.”

“What’re your plans for the rest of the night?” He asked.

“I thought I’d hang out here and make up for lost time. Unless you have plans?”

“My only plans involve you laying all over me naked for the rest of the night.”

“Hmm,” I said, lifting myself to my elbows. I grinned down at him. “I can get on board with that plan.”

Damon

The day after Nell told me no bare part of me was going near her before I had an STI test I’d made an appointment. I was careful and there had only been a few occasions where I’d not used a condom – all with her – but she insisted.

If she’d been to the easy lay capital of the world I would want her to get the all-clear first too. So this afternoon I got the pleasure of pissing in a cup.

I left work ten minutes early to make the appointment on time. I’d only been back two days after having ten off but the next available appointment wasn’t until next week and there was no way I could wait that long.

My nerves started to kick in the second I walked into the building. A few people sat in the waiting area in front of a wall full of sexual health posters and flyers. Not doing much fucking luck in here – it’s too late by the time you stepped through the door.

“Hello,” I said, wanting the world to swallow me whole.

The receptionist looked up and smiled. “Can I help?”

“I have an appointment in a few minutes. Damon Masters.”

She blinked at me twice, smiled and then tapped away at the computer. “Ah, there you are. If you’d like to take a seat and fill in these forms, you’ll be called through in a minute.”

“Thank you,” I replied, taking the sheets of paper and a pen.

I didn’t want to take a seat, I wanted out. It was absurd that I was so fucking nervous. Everyone in here came for the same reason and getting tested was sensible. Still, I felt…dirty.
Me
feeling dirty! But this was in the wrong way.

“Mr Masters,” a pretty blonde with a huge rack called just as I’d finished. Things were looking up already.

I nodded. “Yeah, hello,” I greeted.

“If you’d like to follow me. Have you been tested before?” She asked as we turned into the first door past reception.

“No, I haven’t.”

She took the forms from me. “Okay. Take a seat and we’ll begin.”

Begin? Was I not here just to give a urine sample?

“I need to start by asking you a few questions, if that’s okay?”

“Absolutely. Fire away,” I replied, sitting down, kicking my feet out and crossing my legs at the ankle.

“When did you become sexually active?”

“Wow, you’re straight to it.” She cracked a smile and shrugged. “I was fourteen.”

“And how many sexual partners have you had?”

I winced. “Ballpark?”

She looked up through her lashes and cocked her eyebrow. “That will do if you’re unsure.”

Shifting awkwardly in my seat, I replied, “Forty to fifty.”

Her sharp looks and manner made me feel like I was under siege but I could well be dreaming it because
I
felt like an arsehole.

“Alright, and when was the last time you had unprotected sex?”

Nell. About a month ago in the front seat of my car, we were coming back from a night out and she got rather horny and carried away. The memory of having her bareback on top of me in a confined space got me hot under the collar.

“Err, that was about four or five weeks ago,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. Nell had better take me in the car like that again after doing this for her.

“And do you think you could have an infection? Are there any changes you’ve noticed or anything you’re concerned about?”

“No, but I was in Kavos last week and thought it’s probably time to get checked out.”

“Did you have unprotected or oral sex while you were there?”

“Not unprotected sex.”

She smiled and nodded her head. “Okay, I’ll need a urine sample to test for chlamydia and gonorrhoea, and a blood sample to test for HIV and syphilis. Since you have no symptoms or changes in your genitals, we don’t need to test for herpes.”

I rubbed my hand over my face. Shit. When someone utters the word HIV things become very real. I was nervous and worried even though I knew I’d been careful. “Can’t we do the other one, too? I’d like to test for everything,” I said, seriously stretching the definition of the word
like
.

“As you wish,” she replied. “Can you please roll up your sleeve so I can take the blood sample?”

I shoved my sleeve up past my elbow and rested it on the arm of the chair. She removed a needle from a packet and popped a tube in the end. The needle pinched as it pierced my skin and I watched my blood trickle into the tube but it was over in seconds.

“Alright,” she said, placing a cotton ball where the needle entered as she slowly extracted it from my vein. “Keep pressure on that for a minute and it should be fine. Unless you’d like a plaster?”

Was she serious? “I’m fine, thank you.”

“Okay. I’ll give you a minute to undress from the waist down and lay back on the bed.”

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Sorry, what?”

“I need to take a swab of your urethra for the herpes test.”

I instantly jerked forwards and pressed my legs together. “You what? I thought this was all done by urine and blood now?”

“Most are but…”

“Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered.

“If you’d prefer not to that’s fine. I honestly don’t believe you need this test. We don’t usually do it unless a patient has experienced sores on their genitals or anus.”

This day just keeps getting better and better.

“Perfect,” I said dryly. “It’s fine, I’ll be happier knowing I’m clear of everything.”

“Okay,” she replied and turned around. “I’ll give you a minute, let me know when you’re ready.”

I would never,
ever
be prepared or ready for what she was about to do.

Nell had better give me the mother of all blowjobs after this. I put the cotton ball dotted with a speck of my blood down on the chair and dropped my trousers. Hopping on the table, I laid my head back on my arms.

“I’m ready,” I said, taking a deep breath.

She was back, eager to do this and hurt I’m sure. “Alright, this won’t take long and I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Too fucking right she would.

Usually a pretty woman in a nurse-like getup touching my dick would get me hot and hard but knowing what was coming had it trying to shove its way inside my body. I felt something on the tip and braced myself. She pushed it inside and my eyes widened. I grabbed hold of the sides of the bed and clawed the faux leather material.

“Fuck. Fucking hell, fuck. Get it out!”

“Almost done.” I was positive I saw her crack a smile. She pulled the swab out and I cowered, covering my area and closing my eyes.

That did not feel good.

“There. Are you alright?”

Do I look alright?

“Fine,” I bit out. She turned around again and I used the opportunity to get my trousers back on fucking quickly. I pulled up the zip, careful not to let it rub because it still felt tender. There had to be a better way to do that.

She looked at the details I’d filled in while I was waiting. “You’ll get your results via text message like you opted for within a week. If you test positive you’ll be invited back so we can discuss the results and plan treatment.”

“Okay. Is that all?”

Laughing quietly, she nodded. “That’s all.”

“Thank you,” I replied and got the hell out of there as soon as I could. Why would anyone volunteer themself for that? Something was very wrong with me. I loved all kinds of sex with Nell and would do just about anything to get her naked but this was insanity.

Nell

I sat opposite Chloe in Bella Italia enjoying my lunch hour and a break from The Ogre and his offspring. We had just ordered and she now had her serious face on. Her amber eyes were distant and dreamlike.

“What gives, Chlo?”

“Me and Logan are going to Scotland to look at this gorgeous castle you can get married in and I wondered if you’d come too?”

What? “Okay, back up. Scotland?”

“Logan’s great grandad was Scottish…apparently.”

“So you want a wedding in Scotland because a member of his family that he’s never met was–”

“No, that’s not the only reason. I want it to be away, somewhere that’s not ten minutes down the road.”

“A castle?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not as princess-y as it sounds. The castle is now a hotel and you can get married there.”

“Hey, it’s your wedding, have it where you want. But you really want me to come on your romantic weekend?”

“Well, I thought Damon could come too.”

“Ah, there it is,” I said and thanked the waiter as he gave us our drinks.

She sipped her Pepsi and replied, “There what is?”

“You playing Cupid. Neither of us are interested in a relationship, Chloe.”

She dropped her straw and held her hands up. “I’m not saying you are. I thought it’d be nice to get away for the weekend. I need your help because if I leave it to Logan…” She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah. Come on, it’ll be great, they have a spa so we can chill and Logan and Damon can prop themselves up at the bar.”

She didn’t really need to sell it to me; if she needed help I’d be there. Plus I was all over a dirty weekend with Damon.

“So…?”

I nodded. “I’m in, and I’ll ask Damon later.”

“You seeing him tonight?”

“I’ll talk to him tonight, seeing him tomorrow…”

“I’m not judging you, Nell. As long as you’re happy I’m happy.”

Seeing straight through her fake smile, I asked, “You don’t think I’m happy?”

“I can see you are. I just worry that it won’t last, not with the way things are.”

“It’s been six years and I’ve not wanted to marry the guy yet, I think I’ll be fine.”

“But what about Damon?”

I shrugged. “What about him?”

“What if he wants more?”

No. Simple. We worked and our situation worked because we were open about everything. If he wanted more I’d know. And I’d run like the motherfucking wind.

“He doesn’t. We’re both completely honest with each other and if at any point things change, we’ll deal with it.”

“And by that you mean if he wants more you’ll end it?”

I gulped. That was not something I wanted to happen – at all – but we couldn’t continue if we wanted different things. “Yeah, I would.”

She tilted her head. “Nell…”

“I don’t want a relationship. Maybe that makes me a freak or whatever but I don’t.”