Sorry for being so quiet the last couple months, but things at work have really had me wanting to keep things on the down-low, as they (we?) say. The day after Valentine's was a complete nightmare, as one person in the office wound up going home with another after a night of drinking, only for her to find out that he had his entire apartment wired for video and sound, and when she told him that this was just going to be a one-time thing, he was able to email the entire office video from the night before. She quit, he was fired, everybody got to do online sexual-harassment training courses, and there was no way Daryl and I were saying a word while everyone was walking on eggshells, despite everyone knowing why I'd left early that evening.
Which is a shame, because it was pretty great and those stories are better told fresh.
I was nervous, of course, because even though I've treated a lot of this like playing a part, I would probably have put out earlier if that's entirely how I was approaching it. I held those feelings at bay for a while - buying sexy new underwear was like going to wardrobe, and chats with Elaine told me that, yes, this was in character. I told myself that it would be fun to do a "sex scene" without weird blocking and simulation. But then I spent all day bumping into Daryl, trading mild innuendo, and being reminded that he wasn't playing a part, but getting closer to the girl he liked.
I mostly put it out of my mind, and maybe drank a bit more than I've tended to do since figuring out Elaine's capacity. I agreed that there was still plenty more to do after a delicious dinner, got in the Uber which took us to his apartment, and then let him kiss the heck out of me when we got in the door.
My body responded, and it was kind of intense. Guys see nipples get stiff and we act like they're little erections because that's what we know, but it's the whole breast, and just to start; I swear there's not a single pay off my body that didn't feel some sort of arousal, and that was before my other girl parts started lubricating themselves. I should probably be extremely happy that Daryl was enough of a gentleman to pause and put a condom on without me bringing it up, because that was kind of the last thing on my mind.
He was good at hitting the spot; I came two or three times that night. I can't tell you that it was the best sex of my life, but as the end of a dry spell and as satisfaction of a lot of pent-up curiosity, it was sure as heck one of my most memorable sexual experiences! I think he enjoyed it, too, even if it was mostly from my sounding pretty enthusiastic.
We did it again on the next few dates, and it was kind of fun discovering what I liked and what I was cool with doing. Maybe it's just because I haven't been at it as long as some of the others, or something, but it kind of seems like less than most. I'm not into being picked up and manhandled the way Missy apparently is, and I guess I'm kind of insistent about being on top. Strong preference, anyway. And if you're going to take my bra off, you'd better use your hands to support the girls - unless it's the morning after, the bouncing is just a little too much at the end of the day.
(This is the biggest thing I'm taking back to manhood - taking a bit of a load off the back during sexy times can really be appreciated, so long as he stops sort of squeezing too hard!)
It was kind of crazy for a lot of February - there was a solid week where our friends just didn't see us, and then every date had to end that way. Then I had my period, and although I was nervous about ending the night early, he was cool with it. Then there was a night when he said he had to get up early for an errand, and I kind of worried that maybe me being a man in my head was hurting things, but it was just that night, and eventually we just kind of got to being boyfriend and girlfriend, and sex is just one of the things we do.
And he turns out to be a pretty great boyfriend. I'm not sure how good a girlfriend I am, but he's good at handling my weird man-in-a-woman's-body moods and occasionally being ignorant about stuff. We have a fun time going out, and it's not just me being one of the guys. It's been fun dates, I've been able to open up with him more than you'd think, considering that I'm always kind of giving him am alternate version of the truth. He trusts me enough to do the same, which is more than I deserve, given the situation.
It's been kind of hard keeping things "secret" at work, enough so that it was a running joke at the wrap party on Friday (not what they called it, but what it felt like) that we'd finally be able to not put on a front. Which is ironic, since the Inn opens on Thursday.
That's probably for the best, I suppose - as much as I did okay in Elaine's job, I'm not eager to take another contract, and I've felt a stronger itch to write and perform music in the last few weeks, and I've certainly got new sources of inspiration, although I suspect I'll have to disguise them somewhat once I'm presenting as a white male again.
I'm not sure whether I hope the real Elaine likes Daryl or not. I've come to enjoy getting too know her via email and stuff the last few months, and I guess it's kind of good that she's developed a crush - she'll try to make it work and not break a good guy's heart. It's just that this has been my thing for the past few months, and it's a weird thing to hand off, even if I don't want to actually be the one who breaks up with Daryl.
Good thing that won't be my problem in another couple weeks - not that explaining why we vanished from the face of the Earth for eight months will be any easier!