Chapter 3: Very Tiny When Soft

‘Then I noticed the front of his shorts suddenly bulge out and move about. He saw I’d spotted it and told me, ‘That’s your fault. I was imagining what it would have felt like if you had had a feel of it. I miss having sex.’ he said, sounding so sad.’

‘When I was living with my girlfriend, we used to have it every night. Now that I’m not getting any, the slightest thought makes me rampant.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find another one soon.’ I told him. We finished our coffees and Josh asked me if I had any plans for that evening.

‘I told him no, so he suggested we had a takeaway as his treat. Call it a thank you for looking after me.’ he told me. I assured him it wasn’t necessary but said I’d be delighted to accept. ‘I’ve got to go shopping this afternoon,’ he told me, ‘So tell me what you’d like, and I’ll bring it in with me.’

‘We decided on a Chinese, and I said I’d have the plates warm for seven o’clock, which was when Josh expected to get home. I went out for a walk and returned around six pm. At half past six, I put the oven on to warm plates and set the table.’

‘Josh had told me that he wasn’t going to drink any beer tonight, so he’d bring in a bottle of wine for us to share. I was happy with that, not just because he’d be sober, but because all I ever drank was an occasional cider or a glass of white wine.’

‘Josh arrived home at seven as promised. He gave me the takeaway to serve up and went into his bedroom. He returned as everything was ready, with two bottles of wine. ‘I got a nice Chardonay for you,’ he told me, ‘And a Claret for me because I prefer red.’

‘He poured us each a glass of wine, and we tucked in. As we ate, we chatted and he told me a bit more about his life before moving in with me. I like white wine, but I’m no connoisseur, most of them taste the same to me.’

‘So, when he told me it was Chardonay, that meant nothing to me, and I had no reason to think otherwise. It tasted nice and I finished mine at the same time as he finished his red. When he refilled my glass after doing the same with his red, I didn’t raise any objections.’

‘After we had finished, we cleared away. Then Josh unexpectedly produced cheese and biscuits for us. ‘I was going to get a bottle of port to go with these,’ he told me, ‘But I thought you’d probably rather stick to your white wine.’

‘As he spoke, he was refilling both of our glasses. I was feeling very relaxed and content by then and just left him to it. We nibbled at cheese and biscuits for ages, chatting generally as we did. It seemed no time at all before we had emptied our glasses.’

‘I refused a top up because I’d never had more than two glasses at any one time before. We cleared away and Josh told me as this was his treat, I was to go and sit in the lounge whilst he made us a coffee. I thought how nice he was.’

‘When he brought them in, I was sitting in the armchair, so he put mine on the small table at the side and took his over to the settee. My coffee had a slightly different flavour to normal, but I assumed that was because Josh had made it at a different strength to what I usually did, or because of all the wine I’d drunk.’

‘We talked over coffee about what we were going to do tomorrow. Josh told me he was going to his mums for Sunday dinner at five o’clock. I said I was visiting Uncle George and would probably spend the day with him. I could feel myself getting very sleepy and decided that three glasses of wine were too much for me.’

‘I must have dozed off, because I suddenly woke up to see Josh sitting looking at me. ‘Tired?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I answered sounding slurred. ‘I must have had too much wine.’ ‘You go to bed,’ he told me, ‘I’ll do the washing up.’

‘I went to stand up, and my legs wouldn’t hold me, I dropped back into the chair. I tried again, but as soon as I was halfway up, I just flopped back into the chair. Josh came over and told me he’d give me a hand. With my arm around his shoulders, we struggled into my bedroom.’