Rated PG-13

I woke up early Friday morning, looking forward to my day off and the action I would be getting later that night. I knew Steve had a long day ahead of him so I decided to find a way to distract myself so that I could avoid calling him and sending naughty text messages. What better way to kill time than to hang out with girlfriends, gossipping and shopping? Before I knew it, it was 5:00 p.m and Steve was calling to say he was on his way home. Unfortunately, he was feeling a little sick (getting a cold). I decided to play nurse and bought lemons to make some concoctions and of course, Nyquill. All the same, I was tired and horny as hell and I just couldn't wait to get a full body massage and lots of sex. Steve and I can have sex upto 4 times in two to two and a half hours when the planets are properly aligned and the stars are shining down on us (which is almost every time we're together.)

I borrowed some movies, whose names I can't remember, and made my drive over to Steve's. As soon as I saw him, I realized we hadn't had sex in a week, although it felt like months. I was just about ready to jump on him and tear his clothes off, but a closer look told me it wasn't such a good idea. He looked like shit. Instead, all I got was a bear hug that was almost clingy. We sat down and cuddled for a few minutes while we talked about our day, then we headed out to the grocery store (why is it that guys never have any food in their fridge? Not even juice!)

When we got back, we watched one of the movies I'd brought over, but my mind was focussed on something else. I really really wanted us to stop pretending we were watching this horrible movie and make love instead. And, my whole body was sore and I could use a massage. Usually, I'm aggressive and have no qualms about initiating the sex, but I was a little reluctant that day since we'd only made up the day before. We had spoken a lot less than we usually do and I kept remembering a comment he'd told me once: I am too forward. Ok, fine, so I rested my hand on his thigh in church and absent-mindedly started stroking it. How was I supposed to know he was uncomfortable if he didn't say anything? He waited until church was over to tell me that he doesn't like PDA (this coming from a guy who french kisses me anywhere in public; coffeeshop, parking lot, work place, outside movie theatre....but somehow, we can't so much as hold hands in church. Good thing we don't go to the same church).

So there we were, lying on his couch, fully clothed, movie playing and neither of us paying attention to it. Finally, he complained that it was too hot and started taking off his clothes. It was about time! I usually turn his heat up the minute I enter the house because I don't mind heat and he doesn't like it too hot, so eventually he has no choice but to strip, and I have no choice but to wrap myself in a blanket. Perfect compromise.

Pretty soon, we were hungrily kissing and the remaining clothes came flying off. Shit, we didn't have any condoms in the living room, that meant a trip upstairs to his room. I lay on his bed, eagerly anticipating to feel him inside me. Soon enough, we had our rhythm back and within two minutes, he had cum. Now, I don't know any ladies that can cum that fast, and I sure as hell don't. Ok, fine, we hadn't had sex in a week. I could live with the over excitement. But, I was still horny and the minute I made him aware of it, he suggested I masturbate. I've done that numerous times before as a tease before we actually have sex, but I was not in the mood to masturbate when I had a live penis lying next to me.

By now, Steve was barely there, his eyes drooping. Well, I could forget that massage I'd been looking forward to. I lay there unsatisfied and frustrated at the fact that there was nothing he could do to give me what I wanted right then. Why do guys have a refractory period? Pretty annoying, I say. That was definitely the worst sex Steve and I have ever had, meaning it was the worst sex of my life. The emotional rollercoaster we'd had all week, combined with work stress and the beginnings of a cold finally took their toll. After five minutes, we both fell asleep in each other's arms. Not exactly the kind of night I was hoping for after a whole week of waiting, but the sex and massage would simply have to wait.