“I guess I’m just a little rusty.” I replied, kissing the top of her head.
“Well, I’d like to help you brush that rust off.” Tilting her head back up to look at me. “Just not tonight. I really am tired, three glasses of wine is a lot for me, and I’d like to take things slow.”
“I think that’s a good idea.” I replied. “The fact that we live so close, and the way everything is going out there…” I gestured to the window. “Let’s just take our time.” I said, intending to give her only a light peck, but going back in for a longer kiss.
Angela ground herself into my erection and broke our kiss, groaning. “If we’re going to take it slow, you definitely need to leave. My willpower is fading, fast.”
“Ok.” I said begrudgingly, stealing another chaste kiss and letting her pull away from me. We held hands walking to her door. “So… how does this work?” I asked. “Do I call you? Do I just bang on my ceiling? I think it would be weird if I just showed up at your door.”
“That’s a good question.” She giggled. “I have several meetings tomorrow, what about you?”
“Nothing specific, I have to get a few laptops ready for next week, and respond to any support tickets that come in.” I shrugged. “Tomorrow’s Friday, so most people take it pretty easy.”
“Ok.” She smiled. “Do you want to have coffee tomorrow?”
“That would be great.” I smiled. “Come by whenever. I might not be overly useful in the kitchen, but I make a mean cup of java.”
“Ok.” She giggled, giving me another kiss then opening her door. “Now go, before I don’t let you leave.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said, stealing another kiss that started to get more heated by the moment.
“You’re bad.” Angela said after breaking our kiss and pushing me away lightly.
“Sorry, I just can’t help it.” I said. “This really has been the best day I’ve had in a very long time. Not only are you fun and witty, you’re also beautiful, and dangerously cute.”
Angela gave me the sweetest smile I’d ever seen. She grabbed my shirt and gave me a short but sizzling kiss, then pushed me out the door. “You MUST go now.” She said, her gaze smoldering. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said closing the door.
“Goodnight Angela.” I said, before the door closed.
“Goodnight Ken.” She said as the door latched shut.
I practically floated down the stairs and into my unit. In less than six hours, I had gone from dreading any interaction with Angela, to looking forward to the next moment I could be in her presence. I never could have imagined my day would turn out like this and I was happy.
I always had a problem over analyzing things, and that’s what I did as I laid in bed.
Was Angela just loosened up from the wine, and she’d regret it in the morning? I didn’t think so, she did say she invited me in for supper because she was interested.
Was this a lonely COVID hookup for her? I hoped not, after spending the evening talking, it felt like we definitely clicked… but was that because we hadn’t had much outside human contact, and the physical urges took over? Probably not, she did say she wanted to take things slowly, if it was just a hookup, we’d be in bed together right now.
Was this just a rebound for me? It had been a while, and tonight was the first ‘date’ I’d been on since leaving Trina. Was I just latching on to the first woman that showed interest? I felt like there was something more than that, but how would I know? I had spent the last few months completely alone. I was conscious of missing having someone in my bed, for more than just sex, but I had rationalized with myself that it would eventually come, or not.
Would I disappoint Angela in bed? The last six months of trying to have a baby with Trina had turned our sex life into a mechanical task, rather than for enjoyment. That was one of the things Trina blamed on her cheating. We were never overly adventurous in bed, but I thought we both had fun.
Would I be able to perform properly? It was emasculating to hear that I was sterile and been cheated on, but I’d come to terms that I was no less of a man, and it wasn’t my fault that Trina cheated. Everything seemed to work, and I had noticed my sex drive picking up again, but what if I had some performance issues?
I wrestled with my thoughts for a while before finally giving up and deciding to let whatever happens happen. I won her over by being myself, and I felt like she was being genuine as well. Once I had come to that thought, I was asleep almost instantly.
****
The next day I felt great. I was online at my computer just before eight, with a fresh coffee and a smile on my face. As the morning wore on, I realized how excited I was for Angela to come over. Every time I heard the elevator ding or a door close, I hoped to hear a knock on my door shortly after.
It was 11:30 when I finally heard the knock, I practically leapt out of my chair to get to the door. I chuckled at my giddiness, and forced myself to walk, not run, to open the door. I hoped we would be able to continue from where we left off the night before, but I was also a little worried that she might have regrets and want to put an end to things before they really started.
Angela looked gorgeous. Her hair was done up to accentuate her curls, she had applied a small amount of makeup to her eyes and lips, she was wearing a frilly maroon blouse that showed a professional amount of cleavage, and she was wearing grey yoga pants. Pretty much the standard telecommuter outfit, professional for the camera and comfortable everywhere else.
“Hi.” Angela said shyly.
“Hi.” I replied, lost in her beauty.
“Are you going to let me in, or are we just going to have coffee in the hallway?” She asked, giving me a wry smile.
“Oh, sorry.” I said giving her room to enter. “I was just… distracted.”
“I’m sure.” She said, walking past me into my condo.
I closed the door and turned towards her, unsure if it was appropriate to kiss her or not. She hadn’t walked in very far and was looking up at me pensively. “Is it ok if I kiss you? I’m not sure how this is supposed to work.” I said to her, watching her smile grow as I spoke.
“You better kiss me.” She said, pulling me by my shirt down to her.
When our lips met, there was no hesitation. First it was lips, then tongues. Angela sucked my lower lip into her mouth and I groaned. I slid my hands around her waist and pulled her tight to me, drawing a moan from her. My hands drifted down to her ass, it was so firm, with just a little layer of womanly cushion to make it sexy. She nipped at my lip lightly as she released it and pushed lightly on my chest. She leaned back and looked at me, passion blazed in her eyes. “I needed that.” She purred. “My meeting was dragging on and all I could think about was your lips. Then on my way down, I wondered if you were having second thoughts. I was almost scared to knock.”
I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle lightly.
“It’s not funny.” She said, her face dropping to a pout. “I feel really vulnerable right now telling you this.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” I said softly. “I had the same fears. I was worried you were going to blame last night on the wine or being lonely or even from being on lockdown.”
“The wine might have helped me get the courage… Ok, it is kinda funny.” She agreed. “But I didn’t think big tough guys like you were supposed to show vulnerability.”
“I never said I was tough.” I said mock defensively.
“I watched you unload a pickup and U-Haul trailer all by yourself.” She said, smirking. “You’re definitely a tough guy.”
“And you were just so mad at me that you couldn’t offer to help?” I asked playfully.
“I was enjoying the show.” She said, biting her lip. “And I thought that asshole seems to be doing just fine without any help.” She added, with a giggle.
“Ok.” I said, giving her a kiss and pulling my hands off of her. “That’s fair. Let me fix you a coffee.”
I’d always liked coffee, and a Keurig was always good enough for the drive to work or a quick caffeine injection. Weekends or when friends came over, I always went to my fancy Breville machine. It had a burr grinder, milk steamer, and high pressure. It took at least twice as long as the Keurig to make a cup of coffee, but it was worth it when I wanted to enjoy a good cup but not always practical for the amount of coffee I drank.
I made Angela a cappuccino and an americano for myself while she sat at the counter. “This is really good.” She said after her first sip. “I think I might come back to this place. The coffee is good and the staff is really sexy too.”
“Plus, we only charge in kisses.” I added, stealing one from her, making her giggle.
We talked about each of our days so far, both were uneventful, but it was nice to even share mundane things. Angela’s phone chirped to remind her of an upcoming meeting and she had to leave.
“Do you have any plans for the weekend?” I asked as she slid off of her stool.
“Not really. Why?” She asked coyly.
“Well…” I said, feeling suddenly nervous. “I want to spend some time with you. Maybe watch a movie, go outside for a walk… anything really.”
“You’re cute.” She said, smiling. “I’d like to spend some time with you too. We could do a movie night tonight, Titanic then maybe… Star Wars?”
“I would love that.” I said. “But can we watch them here? I’ve seen your setup, and mine is better.” I said, pointing to my 65″ TV.
“Whatever you want.” Angela said with a smile. “I should be free after four. What time is good for you?”
“I’m free whenever, I’m just working on computers for the rest of the day.” I replied.
“Ok.” She said, leaning in for a kiss. “I really have to go. See you later.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” I replied as she walked out the door.
Thankfully I could work on the computers on autopilot, because I spent the afternoon thinking about what was going on between Angela and myself. We seemed to have a natural ease with each other that I didn’t ever fully have with Trina. I always worried about how she perceived me and I always felt I had to go out of my way to make sure she was happy. I was certain that at least part of it was being older and more secure in my independence, but it felt like there was more to it than that.