What's your deal?

A (too) soon 20 minutes later we were laying in the afterglow of our horizontal romp. As he laid watching T.V. with the attitude that he was proud of what he did, I couldn't help but STILL wonder why he wouldn't go down on me. I was really starting to take offense.. Did I smell bad or something?? On top of that, the questions of so many showers in 1 day started to really eat at me.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" I sat up but looked away from him

"Sure, what?" He never took his eyes off the T.V.

"You never did really answer me when I asked why you'd never go down"

"Yes, I did"

"No. You didn't. You said you were told growing up that oral was bad. That's all you said. You can't STILL possibly believe that.. do you? ESPECIALLY if I, or anyone else, goes down on you"

"That's different"

"How so?" By this time, I was shocked. Was this for real? Was HE for real?

"Well.. you tongue doesn't touch what guys tongues do" And he still wouldn't look at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I looked him straight in the face.

I saw his eyes dart in my direction, but his head never turned, "You know. Your tongue doesn't actually go IN anything."

I still couldn't fully grasp what he was saying. "Are you saying you're grossed out by that? 'Cus that's what it sounds like!"

I got another eye dart, but no turn of the head and no answer. I waited (im)patiently for him to answer, but he never did. I got up, grabbed my cigarettes and walked out onto the balcony. While I smoked my cigarette, realizing it did more for me than his sex did, I wondered how I managed to always find the weird ones. There was something always wrong with the guys I dated and started to think maybe it was ME. I must have some sign on my forehead that says "Got a phobia? Date me!"

I finished my cigarette and reluctantly walked back in the room. He was still staring at the T.V., but I got the impression he wasn't really watching it. I plopped back down on the bed with an obvious sigh. Yes, it may have been childish and passive-aggressive, but I wanted him to know that he was irritating me without having to actually TELL him he was.

A few minutes past and he cleared his throat like he was going to say something, but never did. Finally, I broke the silence.

"What's your deal?"

"What do you mean..'whats my deal'?"

"Exactly what I said. What's your deal? You won't go down on me, when I ask about it, you give me some lame ass excuse. But you expect me to do it. Then you say some cryptic shit like I'm supposed to understand whatever the fuck you're talking about. You've been taking 2 showers a day... WHAT! IS! YOUR! DEAALLLLL?? Did you get it that time??" O.K., I know I was being a bitch and at the end talked to him like he was some retard, but come on!! He knew damn well what the fuck I was talking about!

he laid there motionless for longer than I wanted. "Never mind! It's obvious you aren't going to talk!" I grabbed my cell phone and headed back onto the balcony. Before I had the door all the way open, he finally spoke.

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me" I said as I turned back to face him and again silence. I got impatient, well more impatient and started back out.

"Wait." Long pause. "Fine, I'll tell you."

I grabbed the chair that was closest to me and sat down facing him and waited. He got up off the bed and went to his suitcase. My first thought was.. 'Jesus! I hope he isn't going to go all psycho on me and kill me or something!!' But he didn't. He pulled out hand sanitizer, flip flops, a wash cloth, soap and some wet naps. O.K... is he like some broke ass MacGyver or something??? Of course, I didn't ask that, I just sat there quietly.

"You see all of this?"

Well, DUH I'm not blind, jackass! "Yes!?"

"Well, hmmm. How do I put this. I have an issue with being clean. I can't stand to sweat. Every time I shake hands with someone I immediately have to wash my hands or use this, " he holds up the hand sanitizer, "and I can't even take a shower anywhere except at my own house without wearing these." He then holds up the flip flops.

Hmm.. O.K. So the guy is a neat freak? A germaphobe? What?

"O.K. So.. what does that mean exactly?"

"Means.. I find going down on ANYONE gross. Do you even know how unsanitary doing that is?"

Seriously?? Wooowww... Did he just insult me?

I shrugged. "Then how is it you're O.K. with me or anyone else going down on you? AND you kiss me afterwards? What's up with THAT? Do YOU know how unsanitary THAT is?"

"I try to not let it affect me, but it does anyway. Didn't you wonder why I didn't protest when you haven't been going down on me?"

"Oh, I thought you were just.. I don't know.. Too heated up to even care."

"No. It's because I was releaved that I wouldn't have to kiss you and think about my dirty dick that was just in your mouth."

"So.. taking all those showers then.. it wasn't because you've been fooling around with someone while you were gone during the day and trying to get rid of the evidence?"

He laughed. A hardy, full belly laugh. "What? Seriously? That's what you thought?"

"What did you expect me to think? All the signs were there!"

He finally sat on the bed looking a little defeated and a little releaved. I just sat there. I didn't know if I should walk to him or stay where I was. To add to more things that I was alreading wondering about, now I had to wonder if every time he touched me, kissed me or had sex with me.. was he thinking about how 'dirty' and 'germy' I was and how he couldn't wait to go wash up??

Day 3

Again, the alarm clocks woke me up at 4:30am. This shit was getting old. REAL old. I'm not a morning person to begin with and hearing 4 alarms going off really didn't help my attitude much. I nudged him a few times with my foot until he finally woke enough to turn them off. I rolled back over, glad for the silence and went back to sleep. It was 10:30 when I finally woke up for the day. As per my daily ritual since we'd been there, I called room service for a bagel and juice while smoking my first cigarette for the day.

It was another warm day, with another wonderful breeze coming off the ocean. I grabbed my cell phone to check to see if I had any messages and I did.

"Looks like we might get done earlier today. Keep you posted. Hope you have a great day."

I smiled as I set my phone back down and went to answer the door for room service. Deciding to eat my breakfast on the balcony, I moved back outside dragging the desk chair with me. My mom called and we chatted while I ate breakfast. I told her some of what had been going on, obviously leaving the lack of oral and semi-good sex we were having. I did tell her about the fight and how we made up, but it still didn't stop from offering to come down and get me. I smiled as I thought about how she still worried about me and it felt good. I politely declined her offer and told her I would keep her posted. We were supposed to be leaving the next day anyway, so no matter what happened.. or DIDN'T happen, I could stick it out for 1 more day. She she was working, I let her go with promises to call her the next day or earlier if need be.

The remainder of the day while I waited for The Army Recruiter to return I did some more reading, took a shower, shaved all the right spots hoping THAT would entice him a little. Just as I was exiting the shower I heard my cell phone go off alerting me of a text. I hurried over and saw it was another text from him:

"Leaving now. Be there in a few"

True to his word, he arrived within 10 minutes. He didn't seem as tired as he had, but we decided 2:30 was still a little early for dinner. He showered and we nuzzled together on the bed to watch some T.V. Laying there, somewhat bored, my mind began to wonder. This guy really takes a lot of damn showers. I mean.. he took 1 before he left this morning, and all he did was sit around in meetings talking to people, but had to take another shower when he came back?? I just found it weird.. I mean, I got washing your hands often because of all the hands you shake, but still.. a whole full shower!?? Just strange.

As we laid there we started to kiss and touch. I undressed completely and we got under the sheets. His hand crept down further and further and found my clit. His hand felt like a feather lightly flicking in all the right spots. His mouth found my nipple and he began to lightly bite. My back arched and a chill ran up my spine. My hands groped for him under the sheet. I found his already hard dick and slowly stroked it. It took everything in my to not slide my mouth down on it, but I was sticking to my decision. If he wasn't going to do it, neither was I!

Day 2

I was awaken by the alarm clocks again the following morning around 4:30. I nudged The Army Recruiter a few times until he finally shut the irritating noises off and went to get a shower. As I laid there hearing the water running, I thought about our encounter the night before. Yea, the sex was much better than it had been in the past, but I still couldn't figure out why he wouldn't go down. I decided I'd try to bring it up in a casual setting, maybe at dinner tonight.

A few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom and I watched him put on his uniform. I don't know what it is about a man in uniform, but it's a huge turn on. Knowing he didn't have time for a quicky, I supressed my urge to tackle him.

"What time do you think you'll be done today?"

"I don't know, J. But I'm hoping early. Maybe we can actually make it to the beach tonight" He responded with a chuckle.

I was glad he was able to make fun of the situation now, instead of being all pissy like he was last night. I guess the conversation (and probably sex) did help.

"Well, just keep me updated as much as you can, please."

He nodded in agreement and kissed me goodbye. I dozed back off for another 6 hours and when my bladder screamed at me around 11am, I decided I should get up. I checked my phone to see if I had any messages and to my surprise I did.

"Running late again. Maybe 4 like yesterday. Will call when I can"

I was disappointed that it was going to be another long day but at least I knew. Another surprise came when I went to order breakfast. There was a $10 bill sitting by the phone with a note, "Sorry, its all the cash I had". I smiled to myself as I ordered my bagel and juice, I guess he felt bad after what I said last night.

By 4pm, I was showered, dressed and ready to go. My phone rang shortly after with him telling me he was on his way.

"Are you coming up to change?"

"Yea, but it will only take me a minute. Are you ready to go too?"

"Yep, ready when you are. I'll see you in a few" I hung up the phone wondering how such a simple conversation (or was it the fight??) had made him change so much. I'm not saying he was all to blame, cus I can be a real bitch.. but usually only when I'm provoked.

I heard his key card deactivating the door and went to meet him. I could tell he was tired, sitting in meetings all day, trying to talk people into signing their life away to the Army was probably boring and a little stressful. Dealing with the public is ALWAYS stressful. I gave him a hug and a kiss as a welcome back, he returned the gesture and sighed.

"Do you just want to stay in for dinner tonight? I really don't mind. Maybe after dinner we could go to the beach."

"No, I told you I'd take you out."

"Really! I don't mind! If you'd rather just eat here and relax for a bit then we can go down to the beach. How about that?"

"Yea, that's fine. If you don't mind"

I really honestly didn't mind. I guess the conversation/fight did me some good too. We agreed on ordering some pizza and while we waited I decided to ask him.

"So... I was wondering.."

"Yea?" He glanced quickly from the T.V. to me and back again.

"Umm.. just wondering.. why don't you go down on me? Do I smell bad or something?" I half smiled to try to keep the mood light.

"What?!" That got his attention

"You just never go down on me.. so I was wondering why."

"Oh. Well.. I just don't do that. Never have"

WHAT?! Seriously? He couldn't be serious, right?

"Why not?"

He looked away from me, in a 'I don't feel comfortable talking about this' way and I didn't press him for eye contact.

"I don't know. I just don't like doing it. Plus, when I was younger my family would always say oral was wrong and dirty."

"Seriously?!? But it's O.K. for me to do it to you?"

He took a few minutes to answer me and by the time he started to, the delivery guy was knocking at the door. I was irritated at being interupted, but glad that food was there. The Army Recruiter went to answer as I asked him if he wanted me to pay for half. He declined my offer, answered the door, pay the delivery guy and walked back in. I waited to see if he was going to answer me then, but instead he changed the topic to other things.

For the remainder of the night, I couldn't help but dwell on it. Even as we drove around to find a parking spot, even as we walked hand and hand on the beach, I still thought about his reasons. To me, they sounded like bullshit and completely unfair. How hypocritical! So.. I decided.. if he wouldn't do it.. neither would I!

After a little over an hour of walking up and down the beaches of Miami, we made our way back to the room. I grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the shower. Our conversations had been pleasant all evening and I wasn't going to start another fight over this. I kept the atmosphere light and acted like everything was O.K. As we both got ready for bed and laid down, he made his move again. I let him touch me, kiss me and rub me in all the right spots. I reached down and stroked him, but my lips never wondered. 2 can play this game, I thought to myself. I could tell he was waiting for it to happen, I could tell he WANTED it to happen, but I stuck to my guns.

When he either realized it WASN'T going to happen, or was just so ready, he rolled over and I climbed on top. I did notice that by not giving him head or much stimulation before sex, he seemed to last longer. However, I enjoy giving head and I felt like something was missing since I didn't do it. I came easily (gotta love the thumb action when you're on top!) and he came soon after.

We curled up together and drifted off to sleep. I was waiting for him to say something about not receiving, but he didn't. Maybe he got the hint?

Making Up

Since I was able to get off my chest the things that had been bothering me this whole trip, I was feeling more relaxed. His hands and mouth were helping me with that, too. As his hands reached down to spread my legs, his kisses trailed around my neck and onto my chest. I laid back enjoying the treatment with anticipation of his kisses going all the way down. I reached further down in the bed and found him already hard as a rock. My hand slid slowing up and down stroking his shaft, not wanting to go very fast in case he was close to cumming.

He softly nibbled my neck, making my back arch. I was going to cum already and we had just started. I came once then twice. He was on a streak and I was loving it. I changed positions so that I could be at a better angle to go down on him. As we lay side by side in a 69 position, my body was aching to feel his tongue as I licked and sucked on him.

But it never happened. AGAIN!

He pulled away slightly and I knew he was close to cumming. I wrapped my finger and thumb around the bottom of the head and squeezed, using my other hand to lightly pull his balls away from his body hoping that would slow him down some. I was glad it worked and I lightly flicked my tongue on the tip as I waited for him to get a little soft. I felt him start to relax in my hand so I loosened my hold and began sucking and licking again. I was still waiting for his tongue to touch me.

He was getting close to cumming again and this time he pulled away and repositioned himself so that he could enter me. As I laid on my back in the middle of the bed, I couldn't help but wonder why he STILL hadn't gone down on me.

My thoughts were interupted by him taking charge. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me up by my hips and quickly entered me again. He was doing all the right things, in the right position and at the right pace. He made me cum a few more times with the help of his hands and he came soon after. Thankfully, he didn't last a few seconds like before and we both laid there afterwards very happy.

I decided I'd wait to ask him about his lack of tongue action some other time. I was exhausted and ready to go to sleep.