Climax

My Man - 5

Sam

When I returned to town after my three months training, I came to terms with one truth.

I missed Millie.

Surprisingly it was not the sex, I slept with few women here and there in that duration. Like always, it was good. Nothing to complain about. I ogled a few. It was good too. With all that, there was an undercurrent, buzzing. Telling me something was not as it should be.

That's when I got it.

I simply missed him. Beyond sex.

Our late night walks and uncomplicated conversations. Our silly laughs and cookery trials. My time with Millie hadn't been just about sex. There was more. So much more between us.

One night, I texted him, deciding to stop our fight. They say saying sorry doesn't mean you are wrong, but you value the relationship more. So I gave it a go.

I'm sorry. Let's forget it and be friends again?

He hadn't replied for a week. And when I was ready to send another one, a text came.

No.

For some reason it hurt. We weren't BFF. I knew him for about a month. But his rejection hurt. His disgusted look haunted me day and night.

Now I was back, no wiser than before. At least I knew that I wanted to fix our broken friendship.

After reporting at duty I went directly downtown in hopes of catching him unawares. But I saw him right at the fresh produce stand when I stopped for a red signal across the street. He was standing there facing my direction. My stomach dropped out at his new look. I sat there frozen in my car.

It was Millie, no doubt. He was talking to the cart guy, waving a bunch of parsley.

Gone was the black mane of lengthy, wavy hair. Now his hair was a harsh fade on the sides and back with only a few inches of bangs left in the front. Most of his baby pink scalp was visible. And he had a fucking beard. Not some stubble, it was a full on tailored beard. Covering his cheek and chin in neat trims.

Millie did this because of me, I was sure of it. This was a message to me.

Because I said he looked like a woman.

Now no one could say that. His shirt was that loose fitting, full hand, lengthy one, it hid his butt completely. His army style shorts were one size big, with many pockets.

This was a punch to my gut. I did this.

Millie laughed at something the other guy said and I could still see the same Millie I knew. The same lovely laugh. It stirred the same feelings like before.

As I stared at his changed appearance, I came to terms with another fact.

He could grow a belly length beard and tree trunk sized thighs, and wear saintly clothes, I would still take him to bed and make him beg for more, moaning my name.

Fuck.

How's that possible? I ain't gay.

A Benz passed my car, the driver peered through the window staring at me. I was blocking the traffic. Not the place to sort through my thoughts.

I drove ahead without stopping at Millie's pizza place.

A totally unwarranted thought popped up.

I had never seen a single hair in Millie's baby smooth body. I thought he was naturally hairless. His beard had proven me wrong. Was he shaving everywhere? How the heck was his skin still soft?