My First Boyfriend Ch. 02

I couldn't help but laugh. He thought he was being so sly (ok, so he probably knew exactly what he was doing) dropping in a reference to wanting me. "Well, you know I can't look at you without getting hard either," I said, trying to joke back with him, but it came out way more despondent when I had time to think my words over.

"And that's ok. I know you still want the surgery, but my love for you includes the before and the after both." He was being sweet, trying to understand.

I didn't know what else to say. "I love you," I mumbled, still crying but my tears beginning to dry. "I just miss you so much." I know I sounded like some stupid school girl with a crush, but it was true. I had never felt like that before. Every new day had started to feel like part of my heart was getting taken out.

"I know baby, I know."

I kept crying softly into the phone, with Tim just repeating "I know" and making calming noises for almost twenty minutes. I fell asleep, snoring gently (or so I was later told), and once he was sure I was ok, he hung up.

The next morning, I totally had the prints from the phone keys on my cheek, but I felt a little better. My boyfriend had understood; he had taken care of his girl; he would make sure I was ok. We talked some more that night, but he couldn't stay on the phone for very long, just long enough to make sure I was ok.

The rest of the week was pretty similar, barely talking to him beyond a quick check in every day or two. I understood he was busy – quotas and stuff for his work – but I can't say I was very happy about it. I only worked twenty hours a week, selling candy in this mom-and-pop shop, so I had a lot of free time to dwell on it.

So imagine my surprise when at work a week later in walked Tim. I almost didn't believe that he could be there. He hadn't even told me he was coming. The little sneak. I loved him!

"Um, I have good news and bad news," he said, once he had thoroughly kissed me.

"The good news is that I could visit for a few days. Once I put in some extra time, I earned some extra leave."

I swallowed. I didn't want to hear the bad news. What if he was getting transferred or had to go overseas, or had to go into combat and something horrible happened. I started to panic a little bit, my heart racing as he held me. "And...what'sthebadnewsjusttellmeokpleasepleaseplease?" Yeah, like I said panicky.

He looked at me, and casually, almost too casually, said "I had to find out where you worked from your mom."

My jaw hit the floor. Or it would have if he hadn't immediately kissed me. "You mean...um...you met my mother. Oh..." My head was spinning. Tim had already met my mom. While my mom is great (and very accepting of her new-ish daughter), everyone's terrified of what happens if their significant other meets the parents, doubly so if they're not there to see it happen. I can certainly say that it wasn't the bad news I was expecting.

He nodded. "I got invited to dinner, though I don't think they'd let me stay over." He grinned at me. "I guess even modern parents have their limits."

I giggled. "Well, they can't be home all the time..." I was ecstatic. I didn't know where he was staying (or if I could finally stay the night with him there), but it was so great having him back, if only for a few days.

I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Can you pick me up from work?" I asked, blushing. Normally I walked, but if Tim was there, I wanted the whole damn boyfriend experience. I hadn't gotten to touch him in over a month, or be alone with him, or even just have him there to walk with me.

"I would love to pick up my girlfriend from her days slaving away selling chocolates and licorice. " He grinned at me. "Chocolate gives me ideas," he said, kissing me.

"I'll see you at five. Or preferably before..." I said, sighing happily to myself as he walked out the door. I was practically dancing with joy. I couldn't stop smiling. I'm sure my tips picked up. It was the easily the best day I had since my last night with Tim. And while a lot of my happiness was totally and entirely innocent, I couldn't help but remember all of the fun I had that night. Let's just say I had big plans for Tim's visit. We needed to catch up on all the time we had spent apart. I didn't want to wait another night to have Tim plowing me again, enjoying me, pleasuring me. If all he wanted to do for days was use my tight asshole again and again, I'd be that girl for him. I'd be his perfect girl.