Discovering myself (18+)

20. In the prospects of counting

Andrew shifts himself rubbing against my body and giving me a peck on the lips before getting up and taking the condom off. The bed gets suddenly cold, I watch him going inside the bathroom without saying a word, and then coming back.

He still naked, and even if I have just had sex with him, I can avoid admiring him. What a hell of a body he has. He is glistening with sweat, his hair is disheveling, his lips are red, and he looks too sexy for his own good.

"Are you still mad at me?" He asks while he is moving his hand through his hair, trying to brush it in place yet messing it even more.

"I honestly don't know; you can be pretty disturbing sometimes." He chuckles at my statement.

Am I mad at him? He is annoying, but what is new about it? He was selfless tonight; Caring. I can't complain about that, he gave me five orgasms.

He shows me how amazingly mind-blowing he can be and didn't wait for anything in return.

Thinking about that, it is sort of uncanny, a guy like him being so selfless, it doesn't seem about right.

"I think I can forget about it if you answer something honestly."

"Ok, ask me". He states with his arms on his chest and his bottom lip between his teeth.

He is fucking suggestive when he bites his bottom lip, I shake my head.

Focus Kelsey.

"Why were you so concentrate on my pleasure tonight? Even counting my orgasms."

He keeps his stares on me for a moment then shakes his head before answering.

"I know you are just waiting for an opportunity to jump out this, Kels," he points his finger between us and then moves them to his hair again, "I have to keep it interesting for you." He finishes raising his brow.

I nod, it makes sense.

He for sure kept it quite enjoyable for me, I can't complain.

"Same time next Thursday?" he asks tilting his head to look at my face.

"Yeah, ok," I answer him.

He gets up, giving me another peck on the lips, and leaves.

It is so casual. I didn't know I could be this relaxed.

I understand everything now. He is good. No, he is amazing.

That girl desperate to fuck him again: I comprehended her. I am her now. What he has done with my body today, was undeniable. Unbelievable.

He is so annoying, but I had two sex experiences with him now and he has given me six orgasms in total. During four years of sex with Brandon, I got zero. Do you know how much is zero divides by four? Yeah, still zero. Zero orgasms by year, also zero by each time we have done it. Zero. Nada.

Andrew's mean is equal to 3. It is pure math: 3 = I don't fucking care he is annoying.

That is absolute math, math is logic, math is undeniable.

Maybe it is a blessing he acting this way, just imagine if he was caring, nice, or even romantic? I would be down on my knees for him.

Uhm ..., wait, maybe this is not a good expression. Something is telling me that I will be down on my knees for him.

Well, the point is, I won't fall in love with him. He, being annoying is a safety warranty item. I'm protected from him; it allows me to have this fling thing and don't feel anything else.

I'm safe.

I check my phone before sleep and see one missed call from Brandon. Was he calling me while Andrew and I were doing it? He hasn't called since we have broken up, what a perfect moment to decide to reappear.