Chapter 8: In Explicit Detail

Then with relief he realised it was still Sunday evening. He leaned over and kissed Sandra’s head gently. As she opened her eyes and saw him, she looked startled, then a lovely smile lit up her face. ‘Have we spent the whole night together?’ she asked, sounding very happy at the idea.

‘No, it’s still Sunday,’ Kurt told her. ‘But I’d better get back, I’ve got work in the morning.’ ‘My bed will never seem the same again.’ she told him. ‘Well, feel free to invite me back anytime.’ Kurt told her. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

They got out of bed and had a standup hug. They were both already feeling completely at ease about being naked together. They got dressed and headed for the door. After a long hug and a kiss, Sandra stood at the door watching him walk down the path.

At the gate, Kurt turned, waved, blew her a kiss and headed home. Going back into her lounge and sitting down, Sandra suddenly felt lonely. But at the same time, she felt so happy knowing she and Kurt were still together.

Back at the flat, Alvin was still out so he made himself a drink and a snack. Then an hour later Alvin arrived. They had a hug and a kiss, and both decided they’d wait until they were in bed to tell each other about their day.

Once settled, Kurt in his usual position, Alvin told him to go first. Kurt told him about her operation and her reaction to his situation. Then about going up to bed and falling asleep. ‘If it hadn’t been for work tomorrow, I’d probably still be there.’ he said sounding very happy.

‘That’s lovely to hear,’ Alvin said. ‘I’d have been the same with Carry for the same reason. She’s asked me to stop over next weekend though.’ ‘I think Sandra’s likely to do the same with me,’ Kurt told him, ‘But if she doesn’t, you go ahead, I’ll be fine now I know she still wants to be with me.’

They both fell asleep in each other’s arms, each dreaming they were elsewhere.

FRIDAY - KURTS HAPPY WEEKEND

Alvin had gone straight to Carry’s from work. Kurt had had his usual Friday drink with his workmates, then as they all left after their first drink, he managed to have a quiet word with Dane. He was delighted to hear that Kurt had a lady friend and even happier when Kurt told him he had already told her about his problem.

After parting from Dane, he headed for Sandra’s. That had been her suggestion when they met up at the operatic meeting on Wednesday. She greeted him with a long hug and kiss. After sending him to put his things in the bedroom and have a shower, she finished preparing the meal she was cooking for them.

When Kurt came down all nice and fresh, they had another hug, a kiss, then sat at the table. Over their meal they chatted about their week. ‘The house seemed so empty after last Sunday.’ Sandra told him. ‘I missed you too.’ Kurt said.

They cleared the table and washed up together, then sat on the settee with a coffee. Once finished, Sandra moved along and nestled into Kurts side. He put his arm around her. ‘I love sitting like this,’ she told him, ‘It feels like we’re an old married couple.’

‘Hey, less of the old.’ Kurt said laughing. ‘But you don’t mind the married couple bit then?’ Sandra asked with a smile. ‘It’s a lovely thought,’ Kurt told her, ‘But wouldn’t you want a fully functioning partner?’ ‘I had one of those once.’ Sandra told him.

‘Last week in bed you gave me more pleasure with your finger than he ever did in with his cock in six years. So, it would be more a case of could you cope with having your own woman that you couldn’t make love to in the usual manner.’

‘Yes, I could,’ Kurt told her, ‘But that’s because I have no choice in the matter and I’ve learned to accept it. You still have a choice.’ ‘Then I would choose a nice person who would look after me no matter what, over sex anytime,’ she told him. ‘Especially having had neither for six years.’

‘Then please do something for me,’ Kurt said. ‘After we’ve spent the weekend together, think very carefully how you would feel if we were together for the rest of our lives. Then invite me back next weekend and tell me if you’re still sure.’