I Kept My Promise - #ModernLoveContest

Chapter 7

A week later on a Friday, I gave him a hug when I went out to find him at the parking garage because he had a mask on. He was still only partially vaccinated, and I had already incubated all my antibodies the week before. I made sure to stop at all the lights because whenever I walked out into the middle of the road without looking both ways, he would grab me back onto the street corner. The first time he did that, I laughed and then ran out anyway. "Witness me! Paradise is waiting for me in Valhalla!"

He got the MadMax reference, of course.

This time I reminded him, "J-walking is part of my culture." Bostonians suck at obeying basic traffic rules, especially since one of the hallmarks of our personalities is poor urban planning and awful commutes. "But if it frightens you, we can wait."

He attempted to remember my apartment's location after I had given him a roundabout tour the week before and managed to successfully retrace his steps. When we got inside I gave him a 6 pack of Longboard Lagers I got at WholeFoods which he popped off with his keys. He asked if I wanted one but I don't usually drink and I had a bit of a stomach ache. I thought for sure I was going to get my period that night.

After going through Netflix, he chose some Turkish drama he had watched before since he had requested something in a different language. We couldn't do Japanese because I understood that. I listened to the bubbles rattle in his stomach as he explained to me the Turkish Epic that was Filinta. Another Revenge Story.

"But I've already seen this," he told me triumphantly before putting his finished beer down on my nightstand and crawling on top of me.

The clothes came off quick. I wore a red matching set this time. I knew how he liked to touch me. I thought he was going to finger me again since he had me pinned in a similar way, but he actually slipped inside of me and by that point I was really distracted and it was too late.

Why didn't you ask me? I said no the last time.

He was still rough, but he still made me cum multiple times, and he listened to me when I told him to slow down, which consisted of him giving me some very light kisses, gentle love making and some very intense eye-contact.

The whole session lasted an hour and I don't mean just the foreplay. The actual sex was at least 30 minutes, which is unreal that it took him that long to finish. Again, I am not bragging here. It was a lot of work. Needless to say, 2 long sessions of banging after a whole lifetime of not caring either way left me satisfied and exhausted.

"That was good." I had one foot looped over his and my hand squeezing his shoulder. I still had a towel on since I just rinsed off. I probably smelled like coconut Head & Shoulders with some vanilla conditioner. I had cleaned up the edges of my eye liner before I came out.

He had a shit eating grin. "How does my cum taste?"

"How do you think it tastes? It's awful."

"Okay that's what I thought. I guess I have to be careful."

"Yeah, the first time I did a blow job I didn't realize how bad it tasted and I just swallowed it. Almost threw up." You could have asked me that before we did all that. "Shoot, I didn't pee before sex... I'm going to get a UTI."

"Is that some sort of old wives tale?"

"What?"

"Peeing before sex."

"What, no. That's totally a thing."

"It's not just some thing girls say?"

Are you telling me that he has extensive photographic memory of every pop culture reference from the 20th century, but he's never googled a fucking UTI? "Um no. Women have different piping and their track is shorter. Since everything turns off during sex, they're more likely to get trapped bacteria. Why would someone make that up?"

"I dunno, I feel like there are a lot of old wives tales. Like... cum is good for your skin..."

"Oh my God, who would say that seriously?"

"Guys do so they can cum on girls' faces."

"But who would believe that?"

He must have thought that was funny because he laughed.

30 minutes later and he pulled out another erection from his boxers.

"Put that thing away," I demanded. "We just went at it for an hour. How is that possible?"

"What do you mean? It's just biology."

"I cannot keep going."

He waved it around like it was some sort of flag pole.

"Oh my god, give me a second to breathe." I went to the bathroom. When I came back he was still ready.

About 10 minutes of giving him another blow job, I was sick of it. "Can we please stop?"

I told him after he kept making out with me, "This isn't UberEats, you can't just order something up whenever you want. You are lucky to be here."

After he kept pinching my tits I told him, "I'm not turned on at all right now."

"Let's just make out," which was a stupid compromise because he just said, "Well that will just make things worse, but okay."

As an Ace, I typically am not a very horny person but I do like to be held. I like being spooned, getting light kisses on my face and shoulders, having my hair played with, holding hands, cuddling. He gave me all of those things before deciding it was a good time to try sticking it in me again.

If we had sex again, he was going to hurt me.

I said no. I said no at least 3 times.

I rolled out from underneath him and stood up with my arms crossed. I searched for my long grey cardigan so I could cover up. Under my breath I realized, "This is just like what happened last time."

Last time I was drunk and he promised me we would just cuddle and then he kept asking me to have sex with him and I had told him no multiple times and he didn't believe me that I didn't want it and he kept trying to kiss me and touch me, thinking it would change my mind, and he wouldn't leave.

What was I supposed to do? How could I get him to leave? I let him in. Does that make him my responsibility even after I've told him to stop? He said we were just going to cuddle.

Then after I couldn't touch myself because my own body grossed me out and everything made me nauseous because he had deep throated me and I didn't want anything to do with my mouth.

I still almost throw up at the smell of certain colognes.

Rick heard me. The smile on his face faded into a nervous laugh. "Are you okay?"

I finally looked at him. "No." I finally realized he broke a pinky promise. Multiple times. Those are soul binding.

He deflated in all senses of the word.

"I think you should go."

He was lost for a second. I had realized what was happening way before he did. He started putting on his clothes. "I'm sorry."

"You got too excited." Just as he was about to put his shoes on I added, "Last time I got coerced into doing a blowjob." It was actually two. "And I didn't want to." I told you I didn't like them, Rick, and you still made me feel like I had to.

He lost his breath for a second. "I'm sorry."

"I know."

We didn't say anything else.

I didn't want to stay standing there watching him quietly get dressed, so I put on my dress and I went to my phone, looking to see if there was anyone else I could talk to after this.

I watched him leave to see if he'd look back. He hesitated at the door, but wouldn't make eye contact with me. He closed the door behind him.

I sat on my bed and stared. I wouldn't really start crying until days after.