Feeling a bit war wounded after the set-back with Martin, not only was it highly unlikely that I would get to fuck him again, he was also still my boss, I was on the lookout for some fun.
I was working at the department store with Mandy, who started sussing me out, "so, are you single?" she gleamed. "yeah, I am", I said coyly, lying. She had the playful look of a schoolgirl on her face, she'd clearly been put up to asking all of these questions, and she delighted at being able to set up two people that she worked with. I was eager to find out who my admirer was, see if he was worth a go. She told me, it was Andy, and I had no clue who he was. It's funny how some people never come under your radar until they are pointed out to you. He was short. . . I have a strange phobia of small men, at only 5"1 I'm no super model, but I hate the way that shorter men latch onto me because I'm one of few women shorter than they are, so it makes them feel good about themselves. Apart from being short though, Andy was blonde, not a dislike, but I can't really say that I'm naturally attracted to blondes. His face was handsome, likened to Lee Ryan from that boyband Blue. Again, not really my type, but not bad at all as far as attractiveness goes, he was also 19, five years younger than me, eek, "do I dare!?" I thought, of course I do!
I think, really, that I was flattered by his fancying me, because I'd never even looked at or noticed him before, but now I saw him everywhere I turned at work. After a couple of days, he found the courage to ask me for a drink, and I agreed. We had a nice time, after work one day, and when I decided it was time to head home, I let two buses go by as we waited, still chatting at the bus stop, he was very sweet, and I kissed him before I got on the third bus that came by.
The next time we agreed to meet, I took him back to mine and we had sex. It wasn't amazing. I can't remember it to be honest, but it was fun to have a bit on the side.
I think that Andy would have liked me to be his girlfriend, but I never comitted to him. I was already attached!! But I never told him that. I joined him at a family party, and his very old Grandma asked if I was his girldfriend. Andy looked at me awkwardly and longingly, and I dryly said "no". I didn't set out to be mean, I said it instinctively, and I didn't want to give faulse promise. I had been honest from the start - almost.
Our relationship felt too comfortable, and I didn't want that. We got on well, and we had fun. He was very playful and it reminded me of when I was that age (listen to me! I'm not really that much older myself, but he seemed very young and immature to me). One day he wanted to buy a new bed, so we went to Ikea together and he was asking me what I thought of each one, and which do I think he should get. I was really annoying me, and I shouted at him that I was not his wife and I stormed off.
He ran after me and apologised.
The sex was never great with Andy, I couldn't control him either. He only had a one speed pump action, which was just inbetween teasing and a really hard fuck, which resulted in a monotinous hip motion. If I tried to take control, and alter his speed or angle, he'd just hold me down so I couldn't move and revert to his usual style. I didn't have the heart to ask him to change, I felt he would take it too personally. I had to get out of this and find something else . . .