a week of 102F fever and a strong bout of covid-19 kept us apart a little longer than i would have liked. i had no choice but to sit in my apartment for four, five days with little to no social interaction besides phone calls while my immune system and 4+ vaccines do battle on the inside. i slept a lot, i sat on the couch a lot, i got a few small projects done.

we planned a rendezvous as soon as it was prudent to do so, and i met him at the door with a kiss. or five. we sat on the couch together and he showed me how linkedin works, and i showed him the company structure of my unit.

i had planned to show him the cemetery and walk around main street, but we ended up in the bedroom for about an hour. bedding him was even more exciting than our first time together, with the daunting newness set aside. i orgasmed quite a few times, embarrassingly enough, and with a bit of encouragement, brought him to peak as well. we laid together, breathlessly, for about twenty minutes before i roused my limbs and drew a bath.

a candle flickered nearby while we sat together in the hot salty water. i kissed his fingertips and felt his cock twitch against my lower back. i could feel his eyes tracing the line of my thighs before us, and it was the first time anyone had really admired my skin that way.

we parted at precisely 9 o’clock again, with a perchance to see each other the next day.