Page 99 of The Middle-Aged Virgin (The Middle-Aged Virgin 1)

‘That wasamazing!’he said, panting and gasping for breath. ‘Goodness me!’ He flopped backwards on to the bed, then put his hands behind his head, as he rested back on the pillow. ‘Sophia, that was incredible. Thank you.’

Well, it was okay I guess. He came. I didn’t. Like before, I’d remembered what to do. Not that I really did much other than lie on my back, move about a bit and make the occasional noise here and there to reassure him I was still alive.

It was a bit awkward in parts. Once we’d got the condom on, he’d struggled a little with getting the right positioning, but after I’d guided him, that was sorted. But then the rhythm just didn’t seem to be right. We couldn’t get the ‘flow’. A bit like dancing, and the person is stepping on your feet, or not in time. We managed to make it work eventually, though.

It wasn’t that adventurous. We just stuck to the missionary position. It was all over in about five minutes anyway (so at least an improvement on my last encounter) as clearly, like me, it had been a while for him so he had a lot of pent-up ‘emotions’, shall we say, to release. I didn’t mind too much, though, because unfortunately, as much as I tried, I still wasn’t feeling it…

Quick, I need to say something.

‘Glad you liked it,’ I added.

‘I most certainly did!’ he gushed. ‘That was tremendous! Did you enjoy it?’ he asked keenly.

Shit. How am I meant to answer that?

‘It’s so good to be with a man again,’ I replied a bit too quickly. That didn’t come out right.What do you mean, Sophia? As opposed to being with a woman?Let me clarify: ‘I mean, sex is a natural, basic human need and it’s been such a long time, so it’s good to be back, to be on the path to feeling like a woman again.’ I saw him frown briefly, but I think I got away with it. Just.

‘Gosh, all that action has made me really thirsty,’ I said, thinking on my feet. ‘Maybe I’ll go downstairs and grab a drink?’

‘I won’t hear of it,’ he said, jumping off the bed, clearly not shy about his bits flopping about as he did. ‘You stay there.’ He stepped into his white boxer shorts. ‘I’ll get it for you. Water okay, or something stronger?’ he asked.

I was tempted to go for wine, so that I’d feel a bit more relaxed if he wanted to do it again, but I had work in the morning and needed a clear head. Oh yes. Work!

‘Water will be fine. I’ve got work in the morning so can’t be hungover,’ I said. ‘In fact, what’s the time? I’ll probably need to get a cab home soon.’

‘Oh no, really?’ he said, face falling. ‘It’s only 10.30 p.m. Why don’t you stay the night?’

‘I wish I could,’ I said, sitting upright in the bed and starting to wrap the sheet around me so I could get up without exposing myself. ‘But I’ve got a meeting first thing, and I don’t have any clothes here…’

‘That’s not a problem,’ he jumped in. ‘I can arrange for whatever you want to be delivered here overnight, all ready for the morning. Just tell me your size and what you want to wear and I’ll get everything sorted.’

Oh, to be so rich and powerful. What would he do? Send some minions to open up Selfridges in the middle of the night just for me?

‘It’s not just that,’ I added, ‘it’s my make-up, my shoes and—’

‘I can arrange that all too,’ he interjected. ‘I’ll get a make-up artist—whatever you need.’

If I needed to, I could organise a glam squad myself, but I appreciated the gesture.

‘Charlie, you are so kind, but I’ve got my work notes at home, which I need to go through, and I need a good night’s sleep. I had my best friends over last night and we were up until all hours, and now I’ve just had this unexpected workout and I’m tired. And I know if I stay here, I’ll be up all night with you too…’

‘Yes, you’ve got a point,’ he said, grinning wildly. ‘I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you!’

And with that, he came over to where I was standing and launched at me again, kissing me on the lips, on my neck, across my shoulders, and then slipping his hands through a gap in the sheet that was wrapped around me and starting to skim my breasts.

‘Oooh, stop it, Charlie! Right,’ I said, stepping back quickly. ‘I’d better go. I think I left my phone downstairs. I’m going to order a taxi.’

I picked my now-crumpled dress up off the floor, pulled it over my head, then swiftly put my knickers back on. Couldn’t be bothered to fiddle about with my bra. I rolled it up into a ball ready to stuff into my handbag.

‘Okay, okay, sorry,’ he said, also taking a step back. ‘When you haven’t had sex for months, you forget how wonderful it can feel, so that enabled me to be strong and stop myself from being more forward with you. But now you’ve awoken my sleeping sausage, I can’t help it. I want you. Can we do it again?Please?’ he pleaded like an eager eighteen-year old who’d just lost his virginity. ‘Just quickly, before you leave?’

Did he just call his dick a sleeping sausage?

‘Patience is a virtue,’ I said, stroking his face, secretly wishing he had a beard. ‘If I go now, with the anticipation, it’ll be even better next time,’ I said, trying to convince myself.

‘Okay. When will the next time be?’ he asked eagerly.

‘Well, I’ve got a busy week at work, but don’t worry, soon,’ I said, not answering his question fully.

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