Chapter 6: Roxanne

I awoke at 5.30am, spooning Pamela with a raging woody firmly lodged in the crack of her arse. Surely, she must be awake and feeling my hard-on. I needed to pee, so I got out of bed and went to the dunny to relieve myself. On returning to the bedroom, I found Pamela had disappeared. I went looking for her and found her in the kitchen.

I asked, “Are you looking for something?”

“Yes. I’m looking to see what I can get for our breakfast.”

“We have a choice of cereal or toast,” I replied.

“Cereal for two coming up then,” replied Pamela.

“Tim, I need to talk to you about last night. There are issues that I need to tell you about and things I need to get off my chest.

“Thank you for taking me out to dinner last night; I really did enjoy the restaurant, the food, and your great company. I am very embarrassed and sorry to say that I was not good in bed, and there is a reason for that. I suffer from a condition known as anorgasmia.

“This can be caused by everyday stressors, relationship problems, psychological blocking of events that prevents a woman from not letting themselves go with sexual excitement and has difficulty reaching a climax.

“Women who’ve never had an orgasm might not be getting enough sexual stimulation. Most women need direct or indirect stimulation of the clitoris to orgasm. But my psychologist told me I would be able to get through this with the right man. He told me the problem is temporary and mental, but I need to learn to relax when I’m with a man.

“I believe I have found the right man in you, but I need your help, understanding and patience. I trust you, and that is a big thing for me. My specialist told me I have to trust men again if I’m going to get my sex drive back and be able to orgasm.” Pamela paused for a second before continuing fearfully. “Tim, do you think you can help me?”

“Pamela, I don’t know what to say. I mean, it sounds like you want to have more sex with me?”

“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying, but you’ll have to be patient with me.”

I was shocked and tried to lighten the mood a little. I began to laugh. “So you want me to be your sex toy so you can have your way with me?”

“Stop laughing, Tim. It’s not funny. I’m serious. I have told you about my anorgasmia problem, and I need your help. Are you going to help me or not?”

“But we live so far apart. How often will we be able to get together? Because I don’t think phone sex will do it for you.”

“Let me think about that. I’ll give you a call once I have worked something out.”

I could not believe my luck that such an attractive woman wanted me to help her get past her sexual hang-ups by having more sex with me.

I was still trying to get over what Pamela had said. She must really like me. I was certainly hoping things would go well; who wouldn’t want to have sex with a beautiful woman? But I saw the distance as a stumbling block.

Pamela and I had breakfast together without any further discussion regarding her anorgasmia. She wanted to be back at the resort by 7.30 so she could shower and get ready for the conference, plus Bianca would be asking questions about why she did not stay at the chalet last night.

Bianca heard the key in the door and ran to meet Pamela as she entered the chalet. Bianca had a big grin across her face.

“Well?” Bianca said.

“Well, what?” replied Pamela.

“Aw, come on, Pamela, Tell me about last night. Where did you go? Was he nice? Did he treat you well? Is he any good in bed? Come on, Pamela, tell me, pleeeeeease.”

“I need a shower, then I have to get ready for the conference.”

“You can tell me while you have a shower.”

Pamela realised she would have to give Bianca an abbreviated version of what happened so she could get ready.

“Ok, I’ll tell you as I shower then.”

Pamela told Bianca the following tale about last night.

“Tim is rugged in appearance with a good physique, and deep down, he is a kind and caring man, and he was so nice and easy to talk to at the restaurant. We went to Neptunes, and the food was fantastic, as you had mentioned it would be. Afterwards, we went back to his place and had sex, and then he brought me back to the resort this morning.”

“Details, please, details.”

“No, Bianca, I have to get ready, and I don’t want to delve into my sex life with you.”

Back at home, I went to lie down and have a snooze. I was planning to go to the pub later in the afternoon to watch a live telecast on the big screen between Australia and India, who were playing the final cricket test match in Chennai.

Someone banging on my front door woke me from my slumber, and then, a voice called out. “Tim, I know you are in there. Open the bloody door.”

With my snooze-filled brain only working at 50%, I opened the door to find a two-metre, 115kg monster standing at the door with a slab under his arm. “Macca,” I yelled.

“G’day, mate,” The big bloke smiled, walked in, and placed the slab in the fridge. He returned with two cold stubbies of Crown lager, sat in the chair, turned on the TV, and changed the channel to Fox Sports so we could watch the cricket.

Macca is a long-distance interstate truck driver. He can be away from home for up to three weeks at a time, depending on his schedule. Macca said, “I thought I’d come and say G’day, chew the fat, watch cricket, and talk about our love life.”

Since we last met, Macca had found himself a new woman. He told me about how he met Julie at one of the transport companies he visited. They had been living together for the past six months. He said she had big norks (Macca held his hands in front of his chest, shaking them up and down to emphasise the size of Julie’s tits.) Wide hips, was a good cook, and even better in bed. What more could a man want?

“What about you, Tim, how’s your love life?”

I told him about the brief fling with Fiona. The one-night stand with Pamela (without going into details). Finally, I told him about Roxanne’s flirting.

“You’re a prized fucking idiot, do you know that? The girl wants you to fuck her, and you go all stupid by saying put up or shut up, you fucking dickhead. Tomorrow, you go and ask this Sheila nicely if she would like to go on a date with you. A girl likes to be asked for a date, not just put it out there, you dipstick.”

Macca and I are good mates, so I did not take offence at what he said. Sometimes, he knows I go about things the wrong way and tries to put me back on the right track, but at times, he does come across as aggressive. We spent the rest of the evening drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching cricket. A bloody perfect day for two Aussie blokes if you ask me.

The following morning, as Roxanne walked past. I asked, “Roxanne, do you have a moment?”

“Sure, Tim, no problem.”

“I was an idiot the other day, and I would like to ask if I could take you to dinner this Friday or Saturday night if you are free?”

“Let me think about it. I’ll let you know at morning break.”

Well, at least I am in with a chance, I thought.

Just before coffee break, I received a call from John Stokes. John was from the Agriculture Department and said he was calling about my application for the horticulturist position. He asked if I could make an interview at 4 pm this Thursday. I readily agreed. That put me in a good mood for the rest of the day.

I see Roxanne is in the staff room on her break. She looks up from her magazine as I walk in.

“Ah, Tim, I was thinking about you.”

“Well, here I am. I hope they were good thoughts you were having.”

“Yes, they were, and yes, I will be happy to go to dinner with you this Saturday.”

“Great, how about I pick you up at 7pm? Do you like Italian?”

“Sure, seven is fine, and yes, I do like Italian.”

“Great, it’s a date then.”

I was looking forward to Saturday night and having a great-looking Sheila on my arm.

Later that night, I received a phone call from a very excited Pamela.

“Hello, Sexy, how are you?”

“Sexy? That’s nice. I’m very well, thank you, Tim. I’ve been able to book ten nights of accommodation at the Kurlinin Lakes resort from the 6th of January in a two-bedroom chalet. I tried to book when we were at the conference, but they were all booked out. They put me on a short list just in case there were any cancellations, and there were. I would love to meet up when we are there. Any chance we can get together?”

“Sure, I’ll be happy to come and join you. Call me closer to the day so we can make definite arrangements.”

“Thanks, Tim, I will. I look forward to seeing you again.”

Thursday at 4 pm, I am in the reception of the Agriculture Department waiting for my interview with John Stokes.

“Hello, Mr. Hammond.” He said as he extended his hand so we could shake hands. “John Stokes. Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello, Mr. Stokes.”

“May I call you Tim?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Please call me John.”

We went through to an interview room where a woman was waiting. John introduced me to Helen, who was from HR. After our introduction, John commenced the interview.

After vigorously delving into my qualifications, experience and work history, which took an hour, John turned to Helen, who nodded her head in the affirmative.

“Tim, we would like to offer you the job. Your knowledge and qualifications far exceed the other candidates. Your starting salary will be $73,000 per annum with an increase of $5,200 after six months, provided all goes well. The commencement date is Monday the 15th of January, working a nine-day fortnight, with every second Friday being a day off. How does that sound?”

I didn’t even need to think before replying, “I accept.”

“Good, please report to Helen on your first day, the start time is 7.00 am. Helen will go through all the paperwork that needs to be filled out then. Any questions?”

“Not that I can think of now. Thank you.”

“See you on the 15th.”

“Sure will, and thank you.”

I arrived at Roxanne’s place just before 7 pm. My mouth fell open as she opened the door to greet me. I was looking at a vision of beauty. Her hair was shiny blond and worn to her shoulders, and her short black dress was figure-hugging, accentuating her womanly curves. The small heel of her shoes made her calf and thigh muscles work, with well-toned and tanned legs. Her perfume was intoxicating. She looked ravishing!

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, pulling her seductive body against me, my erection pressing into her groin. I cupped her arse cheeks, at the same time letting my hands wander under her dress, feeling her soft skin as I squeezed her arse and no panties, I thought. I moved my hands up her arse cheeks, only to find the waistband of her g-string. I hooked my thumbs through the elastic and started to pull it down. “TIM, what are you doing?”