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.

the car to let my gang bound out in a melee of joyous, barking enthusiasm, racing off ahead of me

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

onto the sand, I realise that I have walked much further from the bar than I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the view. The downpour is heading my way

me. Calling the dogs in, I sprint back up the beach, racing for cover. The dogs, in

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

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

to be wet and stinking

warmth of the bar, fling open the door and then stand dripping on

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

says a familiar voice. “Or hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting at the bar, himself nursing a steaming

I say

me,” says Ben, dropping a few

around the cup, warming my fingers, but still shivering. My clothes are

me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You really

when I left home. Didn’t think I needed anything

in a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his hair wet but

“Get that on you. There’s a bathroom out at the

are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top half is warm and I do

accommodate another one of me inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is, or for that matter, how much

bar. He eyes

sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er…. do mind if I

it back to me, perhaps when we

my

a date

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

fine. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out