Choosing Her Lover

We lie together quietly, he beside me, hands behind his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling “Wow! That was quite a ride, Kirstie. Thank you.”

“Thank you. I enjoyed it too.”

“When you asked me to manhandle you, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.”

“You’ve not done that before?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m more accustomed to women who want flowers and romantic dinners.” He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “You’re a bit of a contradiction you know.”

“How do you mean?”

“You tell me that you want control of your life, that you want to be in charge, but in the bedroom, you enjoy being…. I don’t think mauled is too strong a word.”

Heat blushes up my face and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. If that’s what gives you your kicks, I’m happy to help….” He hesitates. “Is that why some of your previous…. partners…. didn’t work out? They weren’t comfortable delivering what works for you?”

“Some of them, certainly, yes.”

“You want to meet up again?”

“I’d love to.”

“Good.” He looks pleased, really pleased. “I’m leaving in the morning for this trip, but I’ll be back in the area next weekend if you’d like….”

“Suits me.”

“Great. I’ll see you in a few days then. And next time, I’ll know what to expect. I’ll come prepared.”

*****

The day is much darker than on my last visit to the beach, overcast and with the breeze gusting cold. Rain threatens, and I decide not to walk too far from shelter.

car to let my gang bound out in

surf is much stronger today, the sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky. I walk briskly, warming myself against the

sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the view. The downpour

cafe bar I left behind me. Calling the dogs in, I sprint back up the beach, racing for cover. The dogs, in a spirit of co-operation, weave themselves around my legs, forcing me to break stride, slowing me

few hundred yards short of the cafe, I hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of

Dashing for the warmth of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on the door, heading

be wet and stinking for the drive

sprint once more to the beguiling warmth of the bar, fling open the door and

I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb fingers struggling with the knots. But nothing stops the steady drip of water

hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting at

please,” I say

me,” says Ben, dropping a few

fingers, but still shivering. My clothes are clammy with cold, clinging wetly

you.” He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You really are drenched, aren’t

my head. “It was bright sunshine when I left

pullover in the car. Back in a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his

There’s a

in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey,

inside. I’d not realised before

I return to the bar. He eyes me,

pushing the sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it.

we meet up for a meal?” He cocks an eyebrow

sip my coffee,

wants a date

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of