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.

let my gang bound out in a melee of joyous, barking enthusiasm, racing

sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky. I

I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates

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

cafe, I hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of water hammering

wind picking up, the chill bites through me. Dashing for the warmth of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on the door, heading instead for the car where, as I lift the hatch, as one, the gang jumps

car’s going to be wet and stinking

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

unlace them, my numb fingers struggling with the

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

I say

Ben, dropping a few coins

cup, warming my fingers, but still shivering.

then? It almost got me too, but I must run faster than you.” He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You really are drenched, aren’t you? Don’t you

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

a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys jangling,

that on you. There’s a bathroom out

jeans are still

of me inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is,

He eyes me, mouth puckering. “Not

free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er….

that you handed it back to me, perhaps when we meet up for

my coffee,

a

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

interested, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks