The next three days dragged by. I was not concentrating on business but I listed one single family and helped a client make an offer on a nice split-level in Bexley. I found five more four families to show Ann so every time the phone rang on Friday my heart started beating feverishly. When she finally did call about 1pm I had almost given up hope.
"Hey Fred, sorry I'm so late, hope you don't mind. It's been a rough three days and I slept in. Plus I had an appointment to get my nails done but I'm ready to check out some properties if you found any that might be in my price range."
"Afternoon Ann! So glad you called, Things have been hectic around here too. How was your trip?" I was trying to act "cool."
"Great but it took a lot out of me. I told you I'm an interior designer. Usually I stay in town but this week all the designers from all the stores were in Cleveland to help set up our latest store. We put in three twelve hour days to get ready for the grand opening tomorrow so I was exhausted when I got home last night. Enough about that, do you have anything I might be interested in?
"I do, five properties in fact."
"That's wonderful, I can be ready in fifteen minutes."
I lied, again trying to be "cool." "I'm with a customer right now, Ann, would four o'clock be ok?"
I thought I heard some disappointment in her tone but she agreed saying, "That will give me time to go to the store. You will have time for dinner won't you?"
She didn't say as much but my thought was "dinner" was her code for "I want to fuck your brains out!"
"Dinner would be great." I replied enthusiastically.
"I thought you might say as much." She teased, "See you at four!" She didn't wait for my response.
It was all I could do to be patient and arrive at her place fashionably late. I lied again and apologized, "We were writing up an offer and I just couldn't rush them."
"No worries, I know you work on commission." She was all business. "Tell me about the properties you've found for me."
I described all five and she eliminated one because the neighborhood was too rough and another because it was too expensive. As we were walking out to my car she grinned and asked, "have you been a good boy?"
"Whatever do you mean, ma'am?" I answered in mock ignorance.
"Are you saying you've been a bad boy, Freddy?" It was the first time she called me that but from that day forward whenever she wanted me to know she was in charge she would call me Freddy, unless she was angered and then it was Frederick.
"No, ma'am, I obeyed your instructions. It was not easy but I did it."
"Did what, Freddy?"
"You know! What you said." I held the door for her to get in my car.
As I climbed in the driver side she admonished impatiently, "Yes, Freddy, I know. And I know that you know but I still want you to tell me." Her voice was soft and reassuring. "Whisper in my ear."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek and whispered, "I didn't jack off." Somehow there was a sense of shame. It was like admitting that I do jack off but because she asked me not to I refrained just for her.
"Why didn't you jack off, Freddy?"
I knew better than to hesitate or skirt the issue, I kissed her cheek again and whispered, "I didn't jack off so I could save my cum for you."
"That is so sweet, Freddy. I am so happy and proud that you want to save your cum for me. Now, enough of that, let's get down to business." For the next three hours we inspected the three remaining properties on my list. We talked about the pros and cons of each one. I gave her my estimate of expected income and expenses. She told me she would give my numbers to her accountant for a second opinion which I of course encouraged. She was partial to a double that had been turned into six student apartments over by the university but she wanted to be sure.
After dinner, which was a homemade tortellini in a sauce that turned out to be a mixture of Alfredo & Marinara with salad and garlic bread I helped her with the dishes and we retired to her living room. She put on some mood music again and we "made out" on the couch like teenagers.
After a few minutes I asked, "where are the kids?"
"They're staying at my mother's till tomorrow. Are you disappointed?"
"Not at all." I grinned. Was I too eager I wondered.
"Freddy," she sounded serious, "do you trust me?"
"I trust you, Ann."
"This is important, Freddy. I'm going to tell you a secret. You need to decide if you trust me and want to stay or if this is a little too much."
"I trust you, Ann."
She held both my hands and looked down before she calmly stated, "I am a sex addict. It's what broke up my marriage. My husband could not deal with it."
I had no idea what to say. I just stammered, "it's ok." It sounded stupid when I said it.
She looked up and stared into my eyes. I don't know what she was looking for. Finally she spoke clearly and softly, "I want you to listen. Please don't interrupt. You need to hear me out before you decide. I am a sex addict but I have it under control. I don't want to be with lots of men. I want a man who can live with all the different ways it might go. Monday was a test. When you let me fuck you it was a good sign. When you jacked off for me that was another test. When you told me you saved your cum for me that was another test. When you talked out loud about it I knew you might be the one."
I looked into her eyes as she spoke. I knew she was baring her soul. She was more naked than if she was wearing no clothes.
