Then came the breakdown — the grief-induced booty call. Adam scrolled through his caller ID and found Megan’s number. She had called several times since they had run into each other a few months back. Each time, Adam had a great excuse as to why he was busy. Megan was annoying, but sexy. And, Adam was lonely. Once he slept with her the phone calls, crying and pleading, would begin.
His sexual soul was a tortured one. He only had sex occasionally, but every once in a while there would be a hot streak, making Adam feel like a squirrel, gathering everything he could before the barren winter. Consistently good and spiritually gratifying sex had always alluded him. But it was cold outside; he had been alone in his house all day, and he just wanted some simple female companionship.
Much to Adam’s surprise, Megan was home and was willing to drive in below-zero weather to hang out with him. She arrived 45 minutes later and smelled freshly showered. The conversation was the typical babble of two people who haven’t had sex yet but know they are going to that night. Fifteen minutes into playing “Where are they now?” about their high school classmates, Megan pulled out a bottle of strawberry flavored massage oil and said, “Do you like massages?”
Adam loved it, but was starting to feel guilty. “Listen, Megan. I’m really not looking to get involved right now. Don’t get me wrong, you are beautiful and I’d love to have sex with you, but I can’t tell you I’d be interested in anything else — at least not right now. I feel something is about to happen and I didn’t want any misconceptions.”
“Just take off your shirt and lie on your stomach,” Megan ordered.
Adam had said what he needed to say. All his cards were on the table. He took off his shirt and prepared to enjoy the evening. After having sex twice, Megan forced Adam to cuddle with her by sticking to his side and draping an arm around him. Soon she was sleeping. A naked woman who adored Adam was pressed against him, but all Adam felt was alone. He stroked her hair, pretending he was lying next to the woman he loved.
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