The trip cost me money, it was one of those impulse trips. Decided late evening, put to reality early morning. For some reason it seemed like the last minute tickets were taken out of the system back in those days, I didn't get away cheap.
As I sat on the train I wondered if this was really the right thing to do.
Visit a stranger for one thing only;
Lust.
To visit him even though I knew he had three broken ribs. (Apparently you can cough your ribs off.) He said it would be fine. That he still could perform.
The words he had written to me some days earlier kept on ticking in my head as I got closer to his home town.
"You are too hooked on pleasing the other person, only. That's why you don't get an orgasm. You don't please yourself. You should please him by pleasing yourself. As it is now you only think about his pleasure. You need to change that."
I thought about it, he might just have been right. Though I didn't find it fair that I could please someone, but the person couldn't please me fully, in return.
I had no hopes for this guy, he was probably more talk than action, but he made some fair points and he looked at me with other eyes than most guys used to.
We had met three times before.
He had sad eyes, filled with a deep loneliness. Chilling ice blue. We had just been standing watching each other for a while, when he was cleaning his air-soft gun off and put it in its cover.
"You're not as innocent as you look," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"You have old eyes. Your mind is older than your actual age."
I peered at him searchingly and tried to figure out what he meant.
"You've seen things. experienced things and heard things, most girls your age haven't. You know, understand and realize much more."
"Could be true..."
I tried to realize the reason for his loneliness and sad expression of his eyes. Even when he smiled, they were filled with some distant sorrow.
He looked away and said to not go there.
We parted and met again after a week. Out in the forest with the air-soft guys.
Men jumping around in green camouflage uniforms with big guns. You saw them sneak, they were not men anymore, they were not humans. They were lost inside their dreams of war without death, or so I thought and pictured it.
This time he spoke to me some more, asking if I was fucking Jens. I answered truthfully. He wondered if he was any good. I told him that I don't go tell peoples friends how they are in bed. it doesn't matter if they are good or bad. He had seemed pleased with the answer.
"Would you fuck me?"
I felt slightly cornered, but I knew I wanted to get to know this man onto the bare skin, but couldn't go ahead and abandon my lover for his friend just like that.
"I have a boyfriend." I replied.
"Jens?!"
"Hell no!"
"What are you doing fucking Jens then?"
"I wanted to."
"I'm not enough?"
"I'm going home with the ones I came with, you could ask Jens if you can join."
I blinked at him teasingly. He laughed at me, still not a pure happy laughter, even so he was beautiful in his melancholic way.
Third time we met was out in the forest as well, he showed me how to shoot, telling me I leaned too much backwards. He taught me how to aim, he was standing close, but in a respectful way. For some reason it turned me on to feel the space between us. In the evening I followed Jens to the air-soft group meeting. He, Alexander, looked different. He wore glasses and a dark suit. He was going on a work related trip to London, straight after the meeting. I couldn't help but look at him, inspect him, undressing him in my mind. His hands were smooth and beautiful, like a doctors. He did help the red-cross with attending on football matches and the likes as a medic. Even out on the air-soft field he was a medic. When he was departing, I gave him my number and he smiled at me, asking what I thought about him.
I went silent. I always do upon direct questions.
"I don't know."
"I look different?"
"You look hot..."
No blushing. I don't blush. He smiled at me, let his hand rest on my waist before he tucked me in to a hug.
"You are really good looking, even though I'm not much for "mohawks.” That body of yours and the way you move and speak have hunted me since I saw you. Not emotionally, sexually."
I was about to push him away, he scared me with his direct words and the way my heart pumped out the blood to all my limbs.
"Relax, I'll not eat you, unless you want me too. I have control over my body. Don't worry.”
Now months had passed.
Me and my boyfriend had broken up, but still living together.
I needed to get laid and he had talked to me about everything he couldn't talk to anyone else about. How bad he felt about every girl just wanted him as a friend. Once it came down to having a girl naked in his bed, it was just for her to get a massage and then say, “Oh sorry, I have to go.” He hated it, I didn't understand it. If those hands had touched me in an intimate way, I was sure to be on fire.
He knew about my fears and insecurities, about how I turned myself off, for, what I thought at that time, no reason.
I was his last resort as a friend. I needed to get laid.
Not sure I would recognize him I stepped off the train; In my short skirt and PVC corset, Dr. martens boots (that I had bought secondhand), my long black coat and top hat. It was chilly outside, frost was still lingering on the ground.
I saw him, he didn't look quite as I had remembered him, he wasn't wearing camouflage nor a suit for work. A shirt and a pair of chinos. I was shaking, for the first time we were one on one, I had no clue how to act. I was horny and scared. I was having big hopes and anticipations that I kept telling myself would only let me down.
He had forgotten I was a vegetarian and cooked me a great meal that was waiting for us in the oven. He called in a pizza instead as he realized and cursed himself for forgetting.
After we had eaten we sat down and talked. He served me tea and we listened to music in his couch. As time slipped away I tried to think about a way to turn it into what we both was waiting for.
I leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed my kiss, pulled me close and held me tight. He told me to relax, when he did I realized I was shaking like a leaf.
I took some deep breaths and tried to relax.
"Nothing to be afraid of, if you don't want to go through with it we wont. It's not important if you come or not, as long as you are feeling pleasure from what you are doing.”
It felt soothing to have someone not putting pressure on me to come, but to just feel what was there at the moment.