She and Chad kept chatting here and there throughout the week, but she realized early on that he really wasn’t great at texting. He told her that he much preferred talking over the phone (what a psycho), so she had to remind herself to chill the fuck out when she wouldn’t hear back from him for hours at a time. She had hoped to meet up with him that weekend, but he already had plans. It wasn’t until the following Monday after their parking lot encounter when he asked if she wanted to hang out the next day.
She rolled her eyes. Of course he asked her to hang out on the ONLY night that week that she had plans. She asked if he was free on the Wednesday instead, and he said he would have to let her know. “Probably for the best”, she thought to herself. She knew that if they met up they would both want to have sex, and she had just gotten her period that Sunday.
After her experience with Craig in the hotel room all those months before, she wasn’t in a rush to meet up for more period sex. To her surprise, though, Chad ended up being free on the Wednesday and was eager to have her come over. She really wanted to see him and didn’t want to wait, so she decided she would have to just deal with the period thing, and hope that he was cool with it.
Wednesday arrived and she couldn’t stop thinking about him all day at work. When her shift ended, she nervously fixed herself up and drove out to the country where he lived. (What was with her and country guys?!) She texted Chad when she pulled in to the driveway and he came outside to meet her. As she walked in and took her shoes off at the front entrance, she looked up to see an older woman sitting in his kitchen. “That’s just my mom, chillin’” he said as he half-heartedly introduced them.
She stood there in shock for a moment before giving an awkward wave and thinking, “Oh don’t mind me. I’m just here to fuck your son…” She realized then that he had never flat out said that he lived on his own, but that she had just assumed he did. But who was she to judge? She was even older than he was and she was also back living with her parents. Still, it was definitely awkward AF.
Throughout the half hour drive out there, she kept going back and forth in her head about how she would address the whole period thing. She decided that she would just explain that because of her condition (PCOS), her period was very irregular and she never knew when she would get it, which is true. But, aw, just her luck! She felt cramps as she was driving out there and was now worried she would get it that day. That’s believable, right?!
As they got down to the basement, she asked where the washroom was. He told her, and she hurried back up to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. She took her Diva Cup out and went pee. As she finished and wiped herself, she had to do a double take – there was no blood! Her Diva Cup was empty and there was nothing on the toilet paper. What in the holy Universe was going on?! Did she actually just catch a break and her period ended just in time?! She knew she couldn’t be that lucky and that it would 100% come back once they had sex, but at least this gave her a more plausible explanation as to her not knowing she’d had her period.
She went back downstairs and sneakily put her Diva Cup in her coat pocket. She then asked, “so um, hypothetically, how do you feel about period sex?” He spun around and asked, eyes wide with surprise, “Wait, what? You have your period??” She lied and said, “No, no, but…” and went on to explain about her irregular periods and how when they have sex, it might trigger it. To her surprise and delight, he was totally cool with it and they got comfortable together on the mattress that he had set up on the floor in front of the TV. (Super sexy, right??)
They started watching the hockey game he had invited her over for. The entire scenario was actually fairly reminiscent of her first date with her ex-boyfriend. Her ex had invited her over to watch hockey and they ended up having sex between periods (Ha! Periods… no pun intended). She tried not to think about that experience with her ex, and to stay present with this cute, tall, albeit super young, new guy. Soon enough, they started making out. He complimented her on her kissing skills and before she knew it, his hand was down her pants. “You’re not bleeding at all!” he said. “Oh just you wait…” she thought.
She let him try to pleasure her for a few minutes, subtly guiding his hand to her hot button every now and then. And yet, he still kept missing the mark. She eventually became impatient and decided it was her turn to pleasure him. She started to do her thing when he aggressively pushed her head down and started thrusting. He had mentioned over text that he liked a rough BJ, but she hadn’t realized how rough. “Is that okay?!” he exclaimed with a look of concern on his face as she sat up, choking. She told him to be a bit gentler, and he obliged, for the most part. It was definitely still rougher than she would have liked, though.
Chad then asked if he should grab a condom. She said yes and began to assume her favourite position. “Actually, do you want to lay on your back?” he asked her. “Sure,” she replied and thought, “Great, less work for me!” She laid on her back, somewhat diagonally on the bed. “Actually, do you mind straightening out a bit?” he asked. “Man, this guy is specific!” she thought as she adjusted herself again.
He put on the condom and instead of climbing on top of her as she had expected, he took her right leg and spread it out as far as she could go, and laid down perpendicular to her. They began having sex and she quickly realized why he was in such an odd position. Earlier that day he had asked her over text if she was in to getting pedicures. She replied that yes, usually she was but that she hadn’t gotten it done in a while due to Covid.
He told her that he was really in to legs and feet. It was then that he showed her just how much, as he began to kiss her calf and lick her foot up and down, sucking on her toes also. “Your legs and feet are fucking amazing!” he said as he continued to thrust and lick. He particularly enjoyed the anchor tattoo on her calf, as well as her handmade anklet.
She had never been with anyone with a foot fetish before. Her ex was in to all kinds of risqué things, which he forced her to act out fairly often. None of which, though, had anything to do with feet. Her immediate instinct was to pull her foot away. Not only were her feet the most ticklish part of her body so it took everything in her power not to kick him in the face, but she had also worked all day in the same smelly socks and shoes which, had she known, she would have changed after work.
He didn’t seem to mind in the least. And when she thought about it, compared to all the weird things her ex had forced upon her, having her legs and feet kissed and licked really wasn’t that bad at all, so she tried her best to get in to it. As she got over the initial shock of the foot thing, she was able to get her mind back in the game and start to try to enjoy herself again. However, it was then that she noticed his own foot inching closer and closer to her face.
She brushed it off at first but soon realized that he wanted her to suck on his toes also. That, she thought, was where she’d draw the line. She was sooo not in to that. But she looked at his foot and saw how clean it was – no hairs, no snaggle nails, and they smelled like soap. “Fuck it! Might as well go all the way with this shit…” she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and took his big toe in her mouth.
It was an instant thrill for him and the sex all of a sudden became that much better for her, also. They kept at it for a while. “Oh fuck, you’re so wet!” he exclaimed. “Hm yeah, that’s blood!” she thought to herself, feeling a huge déja vu to her experience with Craig. She hoped Chad would be cooler about it than Craig was once they finished.
Soon enough, they were done. Chad crawled towards her and kissed her deeply. This wasn’t the same pleasurable experience she had had with Steve. Not only did he barely get her warmed up because he couldn’t seem to find her hot button, but she had also been so concerned about her period the whole time, that she wasn’t really able to vocalize what she really wanted. Oh, and also the whole foot fetish thing had really thrown her off.
She felt content with the experience in general, though. It certainly wasn’t the best sex she had ever had, but she enjoyed the intimacy afterwards and Chad’s unwavering attraction to her kept her ego boosted and her heart happy. It was then, though, that they both noticed that, yep, she had her period. She asked Chad if he had any Kleenex, and he headed upstairs to grab some. Since he was going up, she asked if he minded going outside to grab her backpack from her car. She had her hair brush and makeup in there and knew she would need to freshen up.
He went upstairs and she just sat there, half naked and bleeding on his mattress. Thank goodness for dark sheets. She grabbed her Diva Cup and put it back in, but now her hands her a bloody mess. He returned with her backpack, but no Kleenex. “Um, hello! Where’s your sense of urgency! I’m sitting here dripping on your mattress, with blood on my hands like I just murdered someone!!” she scolded him in her head. He strolled back upstairs and came back with a roll of toilet paper. She rolled her eyes. This would not help. So she did what she had to do and spit on the toilet paper, allowing herself to wipe her hands just enough that she could get dressed and go upstairs to wash them properly.
She fixed herself up in the bathroom, and awkwardly walked back down to the basement. She thought Chad would be grossed out and put off by her visit from Aunt Flo. However, she reminded herself that though period sex is one thing, springing a foot fetish on someone was also somewhat alarming and that if she could be cool with him being in to feet, he should very well be cool with something as natural as a woman getting her period.
Fortunately, he was. She came back downstairs to find Chad just chillin on the couch, watching hockey and waiting for her to come back. They cuddled on the mattress together and watched the rest of the game. They kissed and held hands and she was more comfortable with him after one afternoon, than she had ever felt in the seven years she had spent with her ex.
It was a week night. She couldn’t stay too late as she had to get up for work the next day. He walked her out and they agreed to hang out again another time. Though she was hopeful, she had yet to have a second date with any of the guys she’d met online, so she wasn’t going to hold her breath.
Imagine her great surprise, then, when she heard from him the next afternoon…