Before & After

The minimalist version is: they met; they copulated; they parted (did they?). It took a while, though.

They met as mere acquaintances; partied with mutual friends; progressed to date as a couple; enjoyed each other’s company. He thought of sex. Did she think of that? She must have but one can’t be sure. One can wonder if he thought of that right from the start. He might shrug and say, “Why not?” One can also wonder if he thought of only that. He might smirk, “I am not a frustrated pervert.” Not that one thinks that of such guys; at least, not clinically. He struggled for a long time with his thoughts–first, whether he should; then, about how he should. He knew that a wrong move could end in disaster. He decided to allow time to present the right opportunity. He hoped she would assist time. What she thought then remains unknown. It was a frustrating wait but that part ended well.

They had a quiet moment. They touched each other, kissed, made love, or had sex, if one prefers it that way. He thought it went exceptionally well. She too seemed to think so. She could have faked it. One never knows.

The situation after is less clear. They were kind, gentle, caring. He did not do anything stupid, like shouting, “Encore!”  He wanted to be stupid though. He even thought of a long-term commitment. In fact, once or twice during the act, he had to stop himself from blurting out, “God, I love you, woman!” He did not want to push his luck. The last thing he wanted was to be a guest who suggests to a host, after a great party, “We should do that again.” He smiled, she smiled. He did not roll his eyes, or be juvenile. She on her part acted mature, and did not give a clue as to how he should proceed. Were they back to square one? He decided to let time figure it out, again.

Whatever, it will take a while.