Sometimes I surprise myself by how well I adapt to, and cope with pressure-packed situations.
I have the ability to objectively analyze a difficult assignment from all sides, devise several possible solutions, then proceed to logically choose the correct, and most effective path to resolve even the most daunting problem...that is how I approached my date with Sarah.
I had been with the company in Atlanta for six-months, working hard and minding my own business. I considered my work-life and private-life two separate and distinctly different entities. On a few occasions, male co-workers invited me to join them at a popular night club known for expensive drinks and easy women, but I made excuses not to go.
Over time, I heard whispers that my colleagues were beginning to link my name together with Bruce and Randy, our openly gay co-workers. The behind-their-backs slings and arrows hurled at them on a daily basis frightened me, so I decided to put an end to the rumors by pretending to be interested in Sarah.
We live in the 21st century and people's sexual preference should be of no concern to anyone, heck, the Supreme Court even legalized gay marriage, BUT, several states have passed, or are considering anti-LGBT laws, and if I want a long career as an IT Specialist with my conservative company, I have to stay above reproach, and not do or say anything that would draw negative attention to me.
Yes, I prefer a firm erection and a heavy set of balls over a sloppy, gaping hole between someone's legs...but many people in our society don't agree with me, and sometimes violently disagree...I'm sorry, but I don't have the courage to become a martyr for our cause.
So after learning of snide comments from co-workers questioning my masculinity, I became friendly with Sarah, feigning a romantic interest, and she finally agreed to go out with me. I made the strategic decision to have dinner first, then take her to a night club, knowing full-well some work friends would be there, and I would make sure they saw me in action with a female.
It wasn't the first time I had to resort to deception to survive in this heterosexual world.
My college years were fraught with anxiety. I lived in constant fear my roommates and acquaintances would somehow discover my preference for men...and although I attended a liberal school in the North, the ridicule and condemnation of gay people was just as strong there, as it is here in the South.
And there, just like here, I was forced to drive to the other side of town for simple human contact...and since I wasn't old enough to go to bars, I had to cruise parks in the dead of night, or skulk around dirty men's rooms in the seediest sections of town.
Finding companionship and love shouldn't be so dangerous and demeaning.
Sarah turned out to be a woman of many surprises. The first of which I almost didn't recognize her when she opened the door of her house.
The plain-looking, bookish woman with the big, black, horned-rimmed glasses, and hair wrapped tightly around her head, had transformed herself into a very pretty woman sans glasses, with long-flowing, silken black hair that cascaded to her bare shoulders.
At work, she wore nothing but ill-fitting pantsuits that completely hid any feminine curves...but now she stood before me wearing a sleek, and sexy black dress that clung to her body, showing off her shapely figure. The bodice plunging dangerously low displaying her ample breasts.
The hem of the dress hung two-inches above her knees, and her nylon-encased legs appeared almost perfect. If I were straight, I would have sprung a boner just looking at her.
I broke into a wide smile, and said in all honesty, "Sarah, you are positively stunning!"
Her lovely face briefly flushed then she demurely replied, "Thank you."
This was going to work out better than I had planned...when my co-workers saw her looking like this, and me pursuing her like a horn-dog, the nasty rumors questioning my masculinity would forever be quashed.
Our dinner conversation was awkward, at best. We're both shy and introverted people so we mainly talked about what we were most comfortable with---work.
I did ask her a few personal questions about her college years, and how she liked living in Atlanta now, but her answers were vague, and somewhat evasive. When she told me the years she attended college, I did the quick math and was surprised she was older than I had thought...in fact, she was pushing thirty, and her birthday wasn't too far away.
She reminded me of me---carefully tip-toeing around questions to not reveal too much personal information. We did warm up to each other, and I discovered she had a pretty good sense of humor. I liked her and my plan for her later on made me feel bad.
When we finished dessert, she excused herself and left for the lady's room. I took the opportunity to pull out the blue pill from my pocket and quickly swallowed it...yes, it was Viagra...it was crucial to my plan that my body function 'normally' later on and I achieve an erection...and knowing my history with women, I wasn't leaving anything to chance.
We drove in silence to the nightclub. In the parking lot I played the gentleman when she was about to open the car door.
"Please allow me to get that," I said.
Inside the club, my eyes scanned everywhere until I saw four of our male co-workers sitting in a booth. I led Sarah to a booth directly across the room from theirs pretending not to see them.
I ordered champagne, and Sarah and I drank and chatted amiably. When I moved close to her, I felt the muscles in her legs briefly tense...I made the excuse, "It's loud in here---I can't hear what you're saying!"
She smiled and seemed to relax. We finished the bottle rather quickly, and she didn't object when I ordered another one. I guessed she was as nervous as I was.
Mid-way thru the second bottle I became slightly light-headed; I gazed into her eyes and told her how beautiful she was then kissed her. I didn't know what to expect from her so when she kissed me back I felt like I'd won a minor victory.
My hand dipped below the table and found a nylon-clad thigh and gently stroked it...all the while our kissing became deeper, more intense...I furtively glanced at our co-workers and, sure enough, they were watching us.
The music of a slow song played loudly and I asked her for the honor of a dance.
"Oh," she giggled. "You are so gallant---so thoughtful."
I took her hand and led her to the dance floor then took her in my arms and pressed my body to hers. She melted in my arms. We swayed back and forth against one another...I cursed the Viagra for not working...
I thought of the previous night in Timothy's bed---his beautiful hard cock...the way it smelled and tasted---the softness of his cockhead as I lathered it with my tongue...
My prick began its slow ascension.
I held Sarah closer then re-lived in my mind the exquisitely, delicious slow-fucking Timothy had given me. I could almost feel his wonderful cock in my ass.
My prick rose to full erection. I ground my belly into Sarah. If she noticed, she didn't object or try to pull away.
I positioned us so our co-workers could see us clearly...it was very dark so I took her hand and placed it between us on the bulge in my slacks and waited.
