Give Me a Reason Pt. 02

Once again she pulled at it and raised her eyebrows in a silent question, I swallowed and exhaled slowly and she twisted it slightly and slipped it through the buttonhole. The vee became deeper and she tickled my skin with feathery strokes that caused me to shiver. I inhaled deeply and let it out in a rush and her eyes shifted as I sucked in a deep breath.

"When you said you'd never done it before I wasn't exactly sure about what you meant, it sounds a little silly but a lot can be lost in translation and English isn't my first language."

"I've never been this far before," I exhaled, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry about?" Astrid stroked my face and throat, "there's no shame here and if you don't want to go any further then we won't."

"But that's not fair on you," I replied.

"Who cares? It's sex between consenting adults, it means we both consent. Otherwise it's something else and I'm not like that so if you want me to stop just say stop and I'll stop."

She brought her hands down to the third button and stared into my eyes. I looked down briefly but didn't reply and she undid the button to deepen the vee. Astrid slid her hands up the edges of the blouse and I breathed in and out slowly. She smiled again as she reached my neck and then tickled my ears.

"Close your eyes and breathe in and out slowly," she told me, "nothing that happens tonight goes beyond this room and we'll only go as far as you want and no further, okay? This is about you, not me," she drew her hands down my front and I looked down as she reached the bottom of the vee and eased the fourth button through the buttonhole to reveal my pink bra.

A moment later I closed my eyes as she parted my blouse a little more.

My head began to swim as she slipped the fifth button through the buttonhole to reveal my belly and I felt the nausea in my throat along with the feeling that I was falling. I tensed, thinking that I really was falling and then my throat tightened and I realised that I was about to throw up. I opened my eyes just as she undid the sixth button and felt the vomit in my throat. I turned my head at the same time and jerked away and leaned over and projectile vomited over the coffee table. Astrid also pulled back but pushed my head over further as I vomited again.

"Whoa," she exhaled, "that escalated."

I slid off the couch and put my hand to my mouth and hurried out of the room but my stomach was still trying to empty itself and vomit was coming out between my fingers. I reached the toilet and leaned over to spew into the bowl but a bit got on the seat as well. I sank to my knees and kept on retching but even though nothing much came up I was still vomiting. A minute or so later I think, I was aware of Astrid's presence in the toilet. She had a glass of water and she squatted beside me and held it out. I shook my head but she insisted.

"Drink it, you didn't eat much at dinner time. You're just bringing up bile from your gut, drink it, okay?"

I drank the water and promptly vomited it out again as she waited and then I had some more, I was there for a good few minutes, retching, crying and retching again. She was so patient with me, she refilled the glass once more and by the time I finished that one I felt mildly better.

"It's okay," she wiped my mouth with a damp cloth, "the first time I got drunk I threw up all over my best friend," she paused, "and her dog ate it."

I half laughed at that and sank back on my legs and stared at the cistern.

"Oh God, I'm never drinking that much again."

"Try not to do it on an empty stomach," she replied.

"I'd better go through and clean up, Shobi will be mad at me."

"No you won't," she squeezed my shoulder, "I'll tidy up and you lie down in bed, I'll come through and see how you're doing, okay?"

I was too weak to argue and she rose and left me alone staring at the toilet. I eventually got up and cleaned myself up. Strangely enough, I hadn't spewed on my clothes but my breath stunk of vomit and so I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash.

The incident had embarrassed me and as I stared at myself in the mirror I acknowledged that she'd partially undone my blouse. Did this mean we were going to go further tonight or would she let me sleep it off? It was a mystery but one thing I couldn't deny. I'd liked it.

So what did that make me? Gay or bisexual? Was it because I'd been drinking or was it something deeper? Despite her insistence that she would clean up I still went through to the living room and found she'd nearly finished cleaning up.

"It's nearly done, why aren't you in bed?"

"I'm just grabbing my things," I grabbed the tie and cardigan, "where's my phone?"

"In the kitchen along with mine, I'll bring it through once I've wiped them down."

"Okay, thanks... sorry about this."

"Hey, it's fine, been there got the tee shirt," she chuckled.

I kissed her on the cheek and then went through to my bedroom and sat down on the bed and stared at my wardrobe mirror. I still hadn't fastened my blouse and it seemed rather pointless and so I took it off and laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, closed my eyes and promptly passed out.

To be continued...