THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE MICHAEL AND BILL
Anthony.
After spending the morning looking for a new place to live (See Betsy and Lisa, coming soon), and calling friends for leads on roommate situations, I needed to get to work, but got to the mall earlier than my scheduled shift.
I figured I might as well go shopping for a new leather jacket (perhaps I am gay? I am using woman logic...) and went to the leather goods store in the mall. I started looking at various jackets when the manager came over to assist. Anthony.
I was instantly enthralled with his grey eyes. He was about 6' with wavy brown hair, just slight flecks of gray, slender, and was very handsome. But I never saw a pair of eyes that drew me in like that. He asked if he could help try various jackets on, I told him what I was looking for and we went from there.
After trying several on, we agreed on the one that I thought looked best on me. And then he measured me to get it ordered. Being 6'6", I don't buy off the rack, for most things.
As he got out his tape and measured my chest and arms, I was tingly and goose pimply as he moved around. It was a brief encounter, but it stirred my insides and even my cock, just a little. I didn't totally bulge, and I am sure he couldn't notice, even in my 501's but i was a little flush. I paid my deposit, and he told me when it would be in. We smiled at each other and I left, already calculating the hours till I got to return and have him help me into my new coat.
The day arrived that I could pick up my coat, but I needed to make sure Anthony was in, so I called the store, and sure enough. I went by the mall early, before work and went in. I was the only one in the store, and he smiled big and said hi, went back in the back and came out with my coat. As I stood in front of the mirror, he brought out the coat, helped me into it, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror and said it looked good on me, as we thought it might.
I smiled back and said it was his eye for picking out the perfect jacket. I started to tingle again, and then it dawned on me, I planned poorly. I had to get to work, and I would not have an excuse to come back to the store and see him again.
Here is where not being open about these sort of things makes it difficult how to ask a guy out. I was not sure how to tell if someone REALLY is gay or not, I was stymied what to do next. But my time with Anthony was going to end and I didn't get to do anything with him. As he was telling me about rain, cleaning etc. for my new coat, he said I could bring it back any time and they would spruce it up no charge.
He said he wouldn't be there any more, as he was moving to the capital that weekend and it was his last week.
My heart sank. This was it, now or never, but the courage wasn't there. I was willing to be picked up by a guy, let him make the first move, but too scared to ask first. It just wasn't in me.
Then he said, "I'd love to show you my new place if you are ever in town.". Why, don't mind if I do. I replied I'd love to trek over, he gave me his new address and number and I told him I would call him later that weekend. From the bottom of the barrel to cloud nine, in 5 seconds flat.
The rest of the day, I thought of nothing else then the perfect time to call without seeming too desperate or needy. Girl logic again. I finally called that Sunday after a busy weekend of work and studies and going out with co-workers and such. It was always on the back of my mind to call, but I was never near a phone (this was way before cell phones). I chatted him up and we talked about me coming over the following Saturday. I agreed and set my work schedule up so it could happen.
The whole week was agony. I was trying to figure out what was going to happen, was this a date, was I just going over to see his new apartment and then leave. I didn't know what was in store, and the days dragged on and on. I concentrated on nothing. I should not have bothered going to class that week, nothing sunk in. My mind was on seeing him again. Nights were anxiety and horniness, and sometimes at the same time.
I would start to imagine how he would start things, or how i would start things, and then i started stroking myself. Then, just as abruptly, my mind would take it t where it was all a misunderstanding and he was not gay or something.
I was frustrated and nervous. But why? But why? I asked my self. It was not like I was gay and this was going to be my boyfriend.
Saturday finally arrived, I went to work that morning and the clock moved backwards. My shift ended, I grabbed my tips, went home, shit, showered and shaved, put on my nicer clothes and my new jacket and drove over. I went over the conversation I would have, trying out different witty lines in my head. I am sure I was speeding but didn't notice.
I finally got to the address and parked the car. And there i sat, in his parking lot to his building.
Waiting. For the answer to come.