Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... she went apeshit and didn't talk for three days. And I'm meant to look out for her, not letch over her.

I need to get laid. It's been way too long.

"Hi there!" somebody says to me, "did you enjoy it?" Oh, it's Kate from work.

"Kate! Hi! Yes, it was great! You?" I reply.

"Yeah, fantastic! Did you recognise Priya up there?"

"No! Priya? Your girlfriend?" Oh, so that's where I knew the cellist from.

"Yeah! The cellist? First full performance with the band! So proud of her!"

"She was brilliant. They all were. Please tell her."

"I will! I'm going to head backstage and see her now, but lovely to see you. You're a beautiful couple, by the way!"

"Wait, what do you mean?" but she's gone. Fuck, did she think Samantha and I are a couple. Is that what we look like? Shit, this is bad. Was that what Amanda was up to dolling Samantha up like this? Trying to play Cupid? Crap. At least it will have all gone over Samantha's head.

Nonetheless, I try to put a bit of distance between us as we walk back home. I don't want the others getting the wrong idea. Not that it works - Amanda has the cheek to wink at me and say "have fun" as she and Louise head into Yia Mass.

Fuck. As if I could.

Samantha seems to be in a dream world. I think the whole evening was just too much for her. She's over stimulated. Silent and turned in on herself.

We are nearly home, wandering through the Regency terraces of lower Clifton, when she finally speaks for practically the first ...

... time since we left the Lantern.

"Sarah, I really enjoyed tonight." Well, could have fooled me! Fooling herself too if you ask me; she was so scared she couldn't let go of me.

"Great! I'm pleased. I enjoyed it too." I keep my voice soft, the voice I've trained myself to use with her.

"Do you want to know why?" Her voice sounds like the way I imagine a fairy speaks. Ethereal, with odd intonations. I love it. I can't help myself.

"Why?"

"Because I was with you," she croons. If I didn't know better I'd think she was drunk.

"Oh Samantha, that's so sweet." I can't help but add affection to my reply. Not that she really gets emotional subtext. "I enjoyed being with you too. Love you beautiful." Shit, stupid mouth. I shouldn't have said that.

"I love you too." Yeah, well I walked into that piece of heart ache. She knows the words but she doesn't know the meaning. Twenty years old and the strongest positive emotion she can actually feel is satisfaction. I can't bring myself to reply.

Thankfully, we're soon home. I usher her up the two flights of stairs, into our poky flat and help her take off her makeup. She giggles like a small child. She's leaning so close to me and she's so beautiful and yet so innocent. It would be so easy and so wrong to kiss her. I bite my cheek and stay in the bathroom when she goes next door into our room. No way I want to risk catching her getting changed.

I sit on the toilet for a while, trying to get my emotions under control. If it ...