My Favourite Patient, Sam Ch. 05

Suddenly, Larry's hand pulled out from my pants, zipping me back up and I felt Alan's hands leave me. I looked at Larry with confusion written all over my face. What was going on?

I turned around to see Sam stood in front of me, not looking happy at all. Although not physically, he'd managed to force both Alan and Larry out of the way of me. I didn't blame them, even at their size I didn't want to be in their shoes with the look that Sam's eyes showed. His face was bright red.

"What do you want?" I asked him sighing.

He came up to me. "Do you know what you look like Jake? I'll tell you. You look like a slut, dancing like that with these guys. How could you let them touch you like that? Have you no shame?"

"Whatever, what the fuck do you care. Jealous are you?" I asked, suddenly feeling quite sober.

"Of course I care Jake. I don't want them touching you."

"Bollocks Sam, it's got nothing to do with you who I dance with and who I let touch me. You didn't seem to bother about me when you were having your little orgy. That's what I call shame. I don't want or need you anymore. I couldn't give a shit about you or what you think. You hurt me, and now I'm over you so just leave me alone."

"No, I came here hoping to see you, and I've been here all night watching you, and I'm not leaving until we talk."

We had gathered a small crowd now. Danny and Martin came over. I could tell they were ready for an argument just as much as me.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked him.

"The reason why you turned up on my doorstep that night, I know it was important, but I just had too much to drink and couldn't get my head around it. I also wanted to talk about us. I miss you Jake."

"Okay, I turned up to see you Sam, because I missed you, and because I had some good news that I could see start seeing you again. I hoped that we could celebrate together, but by the looks of things, you were already celebrating something else, with someone else."

I heard a few 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' from the crowd. I carried on.

"You didn't seem to give me a second thought at the time, so why should I give a second thought about you now. You spoke to me like I was a piece of shit Sam, or were you too pissed to remember that? You even let that guy touch me, you didn't stop him. Do you know how much that hurt?" I stopped and sighed. "There is no 'us' Sam. There never really was. I should have guessed that the day you ignored my phone calls, and said you were 'busy'. Busy getting laid no doubt, you just couldn't wait for me, could you?"

I looked at him, and then I turned to leave. I'd had enough; He didn't have the decency to be honest with me. Just then I heard

"Jake, I didn't do anything with anyone, I swear. I only want you." He shouted.

Then he grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him. He kissed me hard on the lips, then more softly. I kissed him back, as much as I didn't want to, I couldn't help myself. Then I remembered why I was mad at him.

I pulled away. He smiled. "Now tell me you didn't enjoy that."

I sighed, he would never learn. "Don't flatter yourself Sam. You aint all that. I'm not just some fuck piece you can pick up and throw away when you feel like it."

I didn't wait for an answer. I heard guys clapping behind me, telling me well done. I looked over at Larry and Alan who were smiling and I smiled and nodded back at them. Martin and Danny came up to me, forcing me out of the building. I said I was going home, I didn't feel like staying there a minute longer.

Outside, I wanted to cry but I stopped myself. Danny and Martin offered to take me to their house but I said I would be fine on my own. I hailed a taxi, kissed and hugged my friends' goodbye and jumped in.

Through the back window I saw Sam stood there watching me leave. He looked hurt and upset, but I didn't stop to think about his feelings. He'd ruined my night, and yet again I went home alone.

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After that night, I was determined to get myself back to normal and not worry about Sam again. I knew he would soon forget about me, after all there wasn't much to remember anyway. We never went far in our 'relationship', one proper date, one quick meeting and two occasions where we sucked each other, although that was mind blowing enough anyway. I wondered what it would be like to go further with him, but that was all over. I still replayed those moments together night after night in my fantasies and slowly masturbated myself thinking about it.

I heard from Sam the next morning, apologizing again. He asked if he could come over and explain things, but I couldn't do that. I told him to just leave it and get on with his life. He'd find someone else soon enough. One of his 'fuck buddies' could help him out when needed. He may even get back with his ex, she was there that night.

So, my daily routine went back again. I went to work and attempted to put on a brave and happy face. I know my boss was concerned, but I still chatted away with colleagues as usual and my work didn't falter, so she couldn't complain.

I went out a lot more with friends after work, and started trying to look for a man again, as impossible as that was to do. I know I didn't come across as well as I should have.

But one guy I went on a date with, Adam, was great. He was 32, and a doctor. I remembered him from when I worked at the hospital and thought he was good looking then. We went bowling one Friday night and had fun. We got along well, had a few things in common and had a good laugh. But I knew I wasn't really all there and I kept thinking that I was cheating on Sam, as strange as it seems. I think he must have sensed it and asked me what my problem was. I really didn't want to tell him, but after persuading me, I ended up doing. Surprisingly he understood and said that if I wasn't ready, then I shouldn't worry about it and to let him know when I was. I sighed with relief and we just agreed to be friends. We swapped numbers and said we would keep in touch.

So after that, my friends just gave up on finding a date for me. I just felt so alone. Everyone kept telling me how it would get better, but when you love someone, those feelings don't go away on their own.

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A couple of weeks after my date with Adam, and after a lot of annoying phone calls telling me to get out of the house, I did. I even went back to the club with Danny and Martin a week later, praying that Sam wouldn't be there, although secretly hoping he would. I was missing him terribly.

That Saturday, we saw Alan and Larry again, and sat with them to chat. They explained that they weren't actually in a relationship, they just had sex occasionally. Both wanted to just have fun and not be tied down to one person. I did get the feeling however, that Alan felt more for Larry than he was letting on. I could see it in his eyes the way he looked at him. When Larry went to the bar, I asked Alan about it. He just sighed and said that they used to be in a relationship, but they cooled it off because Larry wanted sex with other guys, and rather than say something, he felt better to leave it. "Anyway" He said. "I'd rather have him as a sex buddy and a friend than nothing at all." I felt sorry for him in a way, but didn't want to say much else as he might think I'm butting in. He went on to explain that they often had threesomes, and hoped I could join them. I explained that it wasn't my thing but enjoyed having fun on the dance floor. When Larry came back, we talked and laughed about the previous weekend and how hot they both got with me being sandwiched between them like that.

I talked about Sam when they asked who that guy was, and told them what had happened. Larry seemed to think it was all innocent and that maybe Sam was telling the truth, but I still doubted it a little. I felt bad for not giving Sam a chance to explain and Danny said he thought I should call him for my own peace of mind. I wanted to go to his house, but was afraid of what and who I would find when I went there. My friends asked if I wanted them to go with me, but I explained it was something just for me to deal with on my own.

Danny and Martin went home early and I stayed with my new friends. We chatted some more, and danced a little too. I danced with a few other guys, but if I was honest, my heart wasn't in it. It was still with Sam. I wondered if he still felt the same.

At the end of the night, we swapped numbers and addresses, and I felt glad that I had made a couple new friends.

To be continued...