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“Better this time, Andrea?” Dr. Black asked calmly, pulling the dilator out of my suddenly with a pop.
I could only nod in return. And I meant it. I didn’t think anything could top my last time here, but I had been wrong. As Dr. Black and Rachel left, giving me some time to clean myself up, I stared up at the ceiling for a moment longer, reveling in the fact that I had finally gotten my sexual mojo back.
* * * * *
It was later that evening when Frank turned up at my door.
“Hey, Andy!” He said, all perky, as I picked up the box of things that I’d gathered and handed them off to him.
“Hey.” I replied, my voice monotone. I was still flying high from the events earlier in the day, and I wasn’t about to let extended contact with Frank through me off now.
“Thanks for letting me pick up my stuff,” he grinned, and I grunted noncommittally. I didn’t want him hanging around here a moment longer than he had to. He looked at me, obviously waiting for a reaction, before he carried on regardless.
“I wanted to take this chance to say goodbye, Andy.” He said somberly, and I fought my urge to laugh in his face. Did he think our romance was so good that it required him to formally cut ties so I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life pining over him? That was kind of rich, considering the fact that he’d cheated on me.
“Well, sure, goodbye, Frank.” I said, ushering him out the door. But he stood his ground.
“Didn’t we mean anything to you, Andy?” He asked, his voice whining and wheedling.
I cocked my head at him. Well, if he wanted the truth, then he could have it. “Not particularly, no. I mean, we obviously didn’t mean much to you either. You cheated on me, remember?”
He rolled his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean everything we had was nothing, does it?”
“It does to me!” I replied cheerily. His face darkened, and I could tell I’d pissed him off. Good. I hoped I was going to send him off to his new girl annoyed.
“You know what? You were always so ungrateful. Considering the way you…you know, the way you are, and the way I am, the least you could do was show me a bit of gratitude!”
I snapped. “So, because you chose to date me, knowing I was curvy, I should somehow be crawling around on my knees, tearing my hair out and wondering what I could have done to make you say?”
He looked embarrassed. “Well, maybe not that, but…”
“What, Frank? You think no-one else could want me? I hate to break it to you, but it doesn’t make any difference whether or not anyone else wants me, because I don’t want you.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut over him, feeling a great sense of relief as I laid it on the line for him.
“And you know what? I already had one assisted orgasm today, and I got asked out on a date, and I got my clear STI results back. And let me tell you, that one orgasm eclipsed any of that fucking awful fumbling you put me through over the last six months!”
His jaw hung open, and I felt satisfied. I’d said what needed to be said. “Now, out! Don’t you have some lovely skinny woman to be proud of?”
I pushed him out the door, and slammed it behind him, taking a deep breath in and leaning up against it. Damn, that had felt better than all the times I’d imagined handing him his ass. Just as I closed the door, my phone started buzzing, and I saw Paul’s name flash up on the screen. Smiling, I picked it up and held it to my ear.
“Hello?”
And that was the start of a completely new stage in my life. I don’t know if it was the fact that my doctors were now giving out orgasms like post-injection candy, but everything seemed a whole lot simpler. I did end up going on that date with Paul, and another one after that, and another one after that- things kept rolling on, and we thoroughly enjoyed celebrating our disease-free life together over and over again, all weekend long. I didn’t have to go back to the doctors for any more examinations, but I always exchanged a knowing look with Dr. Black and Rachel whenever I stopped by there. I had them to thank for the fact that I’d managed to get my groove back, re-learning just how good sexy times could be with somebody else. And hell, Rachel had been my first bisexual experience, so I would never forget her if only for that.
And it didn’t take long for Frank and Melanie to break up-turned out she was cheating on him with some ripped bodybuilder from LA. And yeah, it didn’t take long for him to come crawling back to me, but I took a great deal of pleasure in kicking his ass firmly to the curb and never seeing him again. I took the liberty of blocking his number, only after I’d explained to him that I was dating an awesome guy who shared my love of musical theatre and wasn’t secretly ashamed to be seen out with me.
I had always accepted me for me, but it felt great to have someone I cared about-and wanted to get down and dirty with-do it too. It was strange to think that only a few months ago I’d been stuck in a boring, sexless relationship that just didn’t seem to be going anywhere. And all it had taken to get me out was an affair, a doctor’s appointment, some latex gloves, and a well-timed meeting in the waiting room.
