Love-Hunger Pains

Belinda rolled over to the side of the bed and looked blankly at the wall adjacent to her. She had done the unthinkable. She had just finished copulating with a man that she wasn't in love with. She lay still, silent, thinking about what she had just done. She wondered how long it would take for the man next to her to figure out it was time for him to go. She shuddered at the thought of him over staying his welcome and she wanted him out of her bed as quickly as possible. Just as soon as she turned onto her back to politely tell him to leave, the man lovingly carressed her arm.

"I can't believe we did it," the man said sounding triumphant, "after all this time, we got to express how we felt about eachother."

Belinda looked at the ceiling.

"I'm going to get some water. Did you want water?" the man asked thoughtfully.

Belinda shook her head as a modest smile escaped her face. The man got up and looked for his trousers. At least he had a nice butt, Belinda thought. She had never noticed these things about him before. Belinda sat up in her bed and surveyed the room, trying to remember where she placed her bra.

"I wonder if it would be wrong to ditch him at my own house," Belinda thought. At least she wouldn't have to see him for another week or so. Not until the small weekly meetings. There Belinda sat, plotting up escape routes as the man got a cup of water in her kitchen. She sat and thought of excuses, though she didn't have enough time to think of any before he came back. She should have asked for him to get her chips, at least it would have taken him longer, Belinda thought. The man walked into the room and said the worse thing a man can say in Belinda's situation.

"I'm so glad that you were my first"

"What?" Belinda asked, frantically grabbing her sheets and pulling them over her chest defensively.

"Yeah, I've been waiting for this ever since college. You mean so much to me. I mean, I thought that we moved pretty fast last night, but I figured after spending almost everyday with you for four years, we were good on getting to know eachother before we made love to one another."

Belinda hesitated.

"We...we didn't make love," she said

"Well I don't know if you have another definition for making love, but what we did last night was genuine love making. And it was long over due in my opinion," he said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Well I don't know if you have another definition for fucking, but what we did last night was pure genuine fucking," Belinda responded.