Shelter From The Storm - Sex Stories

Shelter From The Storm

... with each passing day.

He installed the fixture, boxed up the old one, and tried the switch and everything worked.

When he came downstairs, she looked at him so frankly that he felt his face flush and a little trickle of sweat ran down from his armpit. She stood still for a moment and held his gaze. After a moment he looked down and mumbled that he should be on his way.

“Come and sit down for a moment,” she proposed. “Don’t run off!”

After sitting down in the living room, in sofas facing one another, she said, “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Should I?’” he responded with some irritation in his voice.

“I was in an AA group with you,” she said, “Oh, four or five years ago. I remember you so well. You had been sober for about 6 months and I had just begun and I thought I would never make it that far. You told me at the time, ‘You will. Just do the steps and keep coming back.' You said it with such conviction and humility.”

She paused here, looked away for a second, and then, looking down at the floor, she said, “I did make it.”

She paused for what seemed to Josh to be an eternity and then said, “I have always wanted to thank you but you stopped coming soon after we met and I never got the chance, till now.”

So much chaos and pain had fucked up his life since then and his memory was shot and he really could not honestly say he remembered her, but he lied and said, “Yeah, yeah, I remember. So glad you made it.”

“My life is so different now compared ...

... to then,” she said, in a voice so quiet and vulnerable he could hardly hear her.

“Before I got sober, I was working as an escort and in a bar, part-time, to make enough for the rent. I thought it was all so sophisticated until I realized it was only a crazy way to run from my demons. I’m a lot happier now even though it is still a struggle to stay clean.”

“How about you?” she said looking straight at him with a look that demanded an honest answer.

“Yeah, I’m good…. Yeah, it’s not always easy but I’m good.”

“Ten years as an escort has taught me to sniff out a lie when I hear one.” She laughed. “And I hear a lie right now.”

She was staring straight into his eyes when she said this and he felt very uncomfortable, like when he was a kid and he had lied to his father to escape a beating.

He sat very still, looking down at his feet and squeezed his hands between his knees so she wouldn’t see that they were shaking. He knew he should either stand up and leave quickly or stay and tell her how he really felt. He didn’t have the courage to do either. His irritation with her wish to have this honest conversation had turned to anger.

Before he had made up his mind, she reached forward and very gently she put her hand on his knee.

“You are your own worst enemy,” she said quietly. “You never give yourself a break. I know from getting sober that if we don’t forgive ourselves and believe we can change we will always be trapped.”

He moved his knee, lifted her hand ...