Digging for Home

Never Make the Last Out at Third

After some minutes, Charlie broke the embrace. Backing away a step, she steered her moist brown eyes into Frank's damp grey ones. "What now?"

The man tilted his head to one side and shrugged. "I'm not sure. It hasn't been a day yet since you went from being the girl of my dreams to; well, the girl of my dreams with something extra."

"Ok," Charlie sighed. "What would you have wanted to do with me today supposing you hadn't found out I was a girl with, as you say, something extra?"

Frank's head bobbed for a few seconds in no apparent direction. "I'm still not sure."

Charlie noticed the man's gaze waver. "Am I your girlfriend or not?"

The question snapped Frank's focus to her face. "You are. You definitely are."

"Alright, then. If you want to say something, say it. If you want to do something, do it. If I like it, I'll tell you. If I don't like it, I'll tell you. That's how relationships work. And don't worry about offending me; if liking those damn Red Sox didn't scare me away, nothing will."

"Ok." Frank nodded. "But I know there are other things that make relationships work; like each partner giving, you know; in a loving way."

Charlie smirked as she read between the lines. "I'm not expecting a blowjob tonight. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing."

"I know," Frank said. "But you do want one someday, right?"

Charlie sighed as she nodded thoughtfully. Easing forward, she moved a palm to the man's upper arm, initiating a gentle caress. "You said you'd try. I can't ask for anything more."

"I just don't want you to be disappointed if I can't bring myself to do the things you want."

"Ok," Charlie whispered. "You made your point and I heard it. If it doesn't work out, I'll be ok. I'll still have some great memories of a great guy. What more can a girl want, right? So let's just keep going where we left off and see what happens."