Corrine and I were the only two sitting at the bar. For her small size her ability to match the pace at which I drank my pints always impressed me. Our flight to Paris left the next day in the early afternoon. I was looking forward to the 10 days of romantic dinners, sightseeing, history, and copious amounts of sex. She lived close to SeaTac so the plan was to stay at her place and Uber to the airport after brunch. Before reaching her place, though, we decided to stop by a bar for a quick pint before calling it a night.
The comfortable silence between us was disrupted when her phone chimed. After picking it up, she gave the screen a little thoughtful and confused look.
“Who is that?” I asked.
“Ugh… just this guy I met before you and I started dating.” She replied, setting the phone down.
“Met him on Tinder I take it?”
“No… It was actually pretty random. He was sitting on the outside patio in front of a restaurant with some friends of his and when I walked by, he was just like ‘Excuse me, do you live around here?’ and I was like ‘Who are you dude…?’ But then he just started talking to me and flirting and we exchanged numbers. I mean, he was pretty bold. The next day he cooked me dinner at his place and I’ve only seen him a few times.”
“Hah, funny story…” I took a drink of my beer. “So, I assume he’s looking for you to come over now?” I asked.
“Probably.” She replied, “He actually only lives like 5 minutes from here. But I’m still on my period.”
“Well,” I suggested, “You could just give him a blowjob.”
She stopped mid-sip and raised an eyebrow at me. “Yeah…? You don’t care?” I couldn’t tell if her curiosity stemmed from excitement or disappointment.
“I mean, if you tell me about it when you get back I think it could be pretty hot.” I was sure I was brushing aside any reasons for her reservations.
She looked at me blanky, as if to gauge whether or not I was being serious, “Are you being serious?” She asked.
“Yes. Totally! Does he have a huge cock? Do you actually want to do it?”
She took a long pull from her drink before responding. She set it down with a gulp, a long inhalation, and a sigh. Maybe it was a silent burp. “I mean, he has a pretty big dick. It’s really fun. I guess if you want me to I would go give him a blowjob.” Her eyes explored my expression.
I immediately thought of something to add some excitement. “Ok, but does he really live only 5 minutes away? Like door to door?”
“Door to door it would literally be about seven to eight minutes.”
“Ok… Do you think you can make him cum in 20 minutes?”
Her expression finally loosened up into something more playful. “I mean, I’m up for the challenge.” She smiled as she finished the last ounces of her pint.
“Ok, “ I replied as I looked at the time on my phone, “It’s 8:15. I’ll give you 7 minutes to get there, 7 minutes to get back and 20 minutes to finish him off, and one minutes of grace time. So you need to be back through those doors by 8:50.”
She picked up her phone and began texting. The reply ding came back almost immediately and she showed me. I saw that she explained that she was on her period, she only had 20 minutes, and that it could only be a blowjob.
“Bet.” I saw as his reply.
She gave me a kiss and I watched as her perfect little ass disappeared out the doors of the bar.
I felt triumphant and satisfied that I had finally found someone who was able to break out of the standards of normal relationship constructs. Reflecting on how many times I had told Corrine ‘One person can’t be everything to their partner,’ she seemed to receive the concept more warmly with ongoing ways of illustrating my perspective. We don’t have to like the same movies, but I love our intimacy. We don’t have to read the same books, but we both read every day. She preferred the beach and I preferred the mountains, but we both like being outside. I always found ways to bridge the differences in our commonalities. And when it came to sex, she loved big dicks, but she preferred deep connection and intimacy. How proud I was to be able to offer her both.
Compersion. Advocates of the word have fallen short of Marriam-Webster’s tithing expectations. I remembered feeling a cleansing sense of relief as its discovery some time ago validated the strangeness in me. Although, I felt my symptoms were more extreme than just finding pleasure in the happiness or enjoyment of my partner. My compersion was much more active, forbidden, explicit, and lewd… The word was only an indicator of the direction in which my lust resided. I understood that I had to be careful and meticulous when introducing this idea to my new partner. I had to establish clear boundaries and make sure they were mutually understood and enforceable by both parties in the event of any confusion. Easy peasy. It’s all about communication.
As I waited at the bar contemplating the mixture of drinks I could have in 45 minutes, I settled on a prosecco and Jameson neat. I tried to imagine the timeline. ‘She must be entering his apartment now… He probably wants to see her beautiful tits while she sucks his cock… If his dick is as big as she made it seem, she’s probably going to have to spend some time getting it hard, he’s probably going to make her swallow it all.’
I realized I might have made a better list of rules if I had more time to think about it. And the alcohol was hitting me. I supposed it would be unrealist to have her hold all his cum in her mouth for the eight minutes it took her to get from his place back to the bar before she opened her mouth and showed me… But then… would I kiss her and snowball? Or just be satisfied and give her the go ahead to swallow? My fantasies were incomplete yet filled with possibility thanks to Corrine.
8:48 on the dot and the doors opened as she walked in as though she went out to her car to get something. Her hair wasn’t disheveled, she wasn’t sweaty or physically strained in any way. Her aura seemed completely undisturbed. It seemed as if nothing happened at all. She retook her seat.
“How did it go?” I asked.
“It was fine… kind of perfunctory I guess.” Her attention went completely to the bartender who was ready to pour her another pint with a nod of his head.
“So you walked in and then… what?” I needed details.
“Well,” she calmly removed her purse and found the hook as she spoke,” he was watching some reality TV show about cars so he let me in and then just sat down on his couch and kept watching. But the funny thing was he sat right in the middle and it was like a loveseat so not much room, and not off to any side like to give me room or anything, so it was kind of like this signal to get to work. It was a little bit of a turn off I guess, but I mean, what did I expect? So I said ‘I guess we don’t have much time’ and he was like ‘Yea… speaking of, why are you so short on time?’ And I told him, I was like ‘I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner and he’s running late.’ And I literally saw more blood rush into his dick. He was like ‘You have a boyfriend?!’ And I felt like I had to tease him. I was like ‘Of course, you know I’m not going to stay single for long!’ And he was like ‘Does he know you’re doing this??’ And I lied to him, I was like ‘He would kill me if he knew.’ And it was like everything I said was just making him harder. I didn’t even wait for him to ask me to take my shirt off. I took off and my shirt and bra in one fell swoop and kneeled down between his legs. By that point his dick was already hard which made the whole experience return back to being erotic and kinky for me.”
That entire time I had forgotten to breathe; fixed on every word. I realized the pause as I came to my senses, exhaled and finally took another drink of my IPA.
“And so how long did it all actually take?” I asked, preparing for another big gulp. I could see she was eating up my interest.
“Well… just so you know, his dick is big enough that I can get both of my hands wrapped around it, one on top of the other, and there’s still a lot of it left exposed.”
I wasn’t impressed. She had really small hands.
“Sooo… I jerked off his head a little with one hand while I licked the tip and he immediately just stretched out his arms across his couch and tilted his head back and I decided I would see how quickly I could make him come. So I was stroking him with both hands and getting my mouth onto it as much as I could. I was literally letting my jaw ache to make this dude come. And it took maybe like 10 minutes before he blasted like an entire cup of cum into my mouth. I have never gagged from swallowing before and I came so close to gagging just because of how much it was.”
“So you swallowed it all?” I asked.
“I just fucking told you I did.” Was her incredulous reply.
Trying to defend myself, I retorted “Well, yea, you said he blew a load in your mouth but that doesn’t imply that you swallowed it.”
She rolled her eyes as she finished the story. “I said I swallowed… Anyway, he did that cocky thing that guys do and was all like ‘Yeah… yeah… make sure you lick it all up and clean it up good.’ I guess in that moment I decided I would never see this dickhead again so I just treated him to a farewell cleansing. I guess I spent about five minutes licking it up and down and continuing to squeeze out any cum that was left. And then I asked him for some gum and then I left, and that was it!”
“Wow,” I responded… “No more pillow talk or anything?”
And again, she gave me a look as if to indicate I was a moron, “Dude, I had 20 minutes and I just told you all the details.”
“I know,” I responded with some confusion. “I just thought you at least had a minimal sort of relationship where you’d talk a bit, catch up, be cordial…”
“Well,” she said, “I don’t know what else you want. I just sucked some dude’s dick while you waited for me at the bar.”
She was completely right… Before hearing her tone in that statement, I felt erotic elation. After hearing it, I was compelled to swallow the ominous lump in my throat.