“I made a roast. It’s resting now but let me pull it out. It should be ready, so we should be able to cut into it.”
I sniff the air. There’s garlic and onion, plus maybe a hint of potato and carrots, mixed with the delicious aroma of savory beef. My stomach growls and Lindy laughs.
“Well, you definitely listened when I told you to come hungry.”
I purr before reaching over to massage her shoulders. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, sweetheart. And before I forget, thank you for doing this,” I say while nuzzling the smooth column of her throat. “I appreciate it.”
“Of course,” she murmurs, turning in my arms and shooting me a sweet smile. “I love you, Mr. Statham, so it’s my pleasure.”
My heart swoops and then soars, but then the oven dings, and Lindy turns away with a laugh to retrieve the beef before setting it on the table. Then, she pulls out a tray of rolls and the smell of freshly-baked bread fills the air as my mouth literally begins to water.
“Here, feel free do the honors,” Lindy says, handing me a knife and carving fork. “I’ll bring out the salad while you slice the roast, and there are potatoes and carrots underneath the meat, so they’re nice and flavorful.”
“Perfect,” I growl. Holy fuck, this is so domestic but instead of feeling antsy, I’m beginning to relax a bit. My heart’s not racing in overtime, and some of the tension leaves my chest and shoulders.
Finally, everything’s set and we settle down at the table as my girlfriend pours us each a glass of wine. I’m tempted to down the entire glass quickly, but I stop myself. Alcohol isn’t needed for tonight, and while I’m hardly a dry guy, I can control myself for a special occasion.
“This is amazing, Linds,” I say while taking a huge bite of beef. “Seriously, you should be a chef.”
She giggles while biting delicately into a carrot.
“I don’t know about that. I think I’d hate it after a while, slaving over all those hot stoves. I’d rather cook as a hobby.”
I grin.
“Well, I’ll eat your cooking any day.”
“Thank you. How was work today?” she asks while spearing a potato. I grin.
“Good. Nothing to report really. You know that I hire great people so I hardly even need to be there myself these days.”
Lindy laughs.
“I’m sure you add some value, Julian,” she says. “You’re not just at JS Construction for decoration.”
I waggle my brows at her.
“Maybe I am.”
My girlfriend laughs again and everything feels incredibly normal. It’s only after my plate empties that my anxiety ratchets up again. After all, this is my time to perform. We don’t have a plan, exactly, but we both know that sex is the ultimate goal here. Will I be able to perform? I’m totally soft right now, but it’s okay. It’s still early.
I take a slow breath. Dr. Seligman told me that I need to relax when I start to feel the situation ramping up. If I calm myself down, it’ll help me perform when it’s time without the crushing anxiety and feelings of “I can’t do this.”
After we eat and stack our dishes in the dishwasher, Lindy and I migrate to the couch to watch some TV. She puts on a random drama that neither of us have seen, and we chat a bit as we get into the show. Inside however, I’m shaking. Oh shit shit shit. It’s almost time.
About twenty minutes into the show, two of the characters start to steam up the screen, and I see my girlfriend’s pupils dilate and her bosom begin to heave and fall while watching the sex scene. Fuck Cable TV. How the fuck can they get away with this graphic shit? But I can sense where this is headed and yet my cock doesn’t stir. Oh my God, what if I can’t do this? What if the therapy has been for nothing?
Lindy senses my fear and kisses me.
“Just relax, Julian,” she whispers in my ear. “If it doesn’t happen tonight, we’ll try again. I invited you here for a date, and that doesn’t mean you have to put out on command. I enjoy spending time with you no matter what, and you know that.”
Her kind words help me calm down somewhat, and I kiss her gratefully.
“Thank you, honey,” I rasp. “I appreciate it.”
But Lindy’s not done yet. With a naughty smile, Lindy pulls away and then gets up on her hands and knees on the couch, with her mouth hovering mere inches above the bulge in my crotch. She presses her lips to the outline of my cock through my jeans, and to my surprise, my member twitches. Holy shit, it’s happening! I start to harden slowly as Lindy caresses and kisses me through the stiff denim.
“Let’s get rid of these,” she suggests, undoing my belt. Obligingly, I slip out of the jeans and Lindy wastes no time wrapping her sweet lips around my hardness.