Singled Out

I’m sitting on the sofa when he comes in the door and, before I can say anything, he’s already apologizing. I reassure him that he’s not in trouble. In fact, I want to tell him that he’s doing pretty good. He just needs a little more self-confidence. Like I suspect, it’s SHS. It’s time to put my plan into action and hope he’s up for it.

I spread my legs wide. I look straight at his crotch and I say, « In my experience smaller guys have a lot of power on, and off, the field. »
Then I look up at him, meeting his gaze and throw him the bait, « I’m never disappointed. »

He gives me an uncertain grin. I reach out and take his hand, « If you are up for it. »