Guilty sneezes *also for nose blowing fetishists* (**PART 8 added**)

[sneeze_me]

Hello everybody!

This is my very first post on this forum, an I’m VERY proud that it’s actually a story! :-D I love writing in general, but this is my first sneeze fetish story. To those of you with a nose blowing fetish like me, I can say there’s s definitely something for us in here, too… ;-)

First of all, I am posting my stuff here for other people to enjoy, so, feedback is appreciated! :-)

To the mods: Like I said, this is my very first post. I’ve read the instructions and all – but if there is still something I did wrong or misunderstood, it surely hasn’t happened by intention. Please just let me know! :-)

And now – I hope you have fun! Again, don’t hesitate to let me know what you think, I’m doing this for you guys to enjoy! :-)


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Guilty sneezes

We met on the internet, because I watched his YouTube videos – and loved to hear him sneeze. I would listen to them for months, until I finally managed to pluck up courage and write him an e-mail to the address he had left in his contact info. But not that I would have been too offensive – I started off with something I figured was a good start amongst sneeze fetishists: a sneeze request.


“Hey there,

how are you doing?

You've never heard of me before, but the subject says it - I'm a sneeze fetishist like you. :-D
First, congrats to your videos!! They use to blow me away (like, literally ha ha!)! GIANT sneezes! Keep going!!

Since I'm here writing to you - I've got a request for a vid, if you don't mind! Remember, you did the "small sneezes" video? Or, it was more like a mix of small and big ones. So I felt it would be great to have a vid with just small ones. Though I really, really like the big ones, too!! Anyway, just figured how about only small ones this time? Would be great! :-)

Alright then, hope to hear from you soon (be it sneezing or in my e-mails lol),

Keep sneezing!

Best regards
Sarah”


There was no reply for weeks. I checked my Youtube feed and e-mail every day, but nothing; every now and then, I tinkered with the idea of writing him again, maybe he had simply missed my message. Or maybe I’d said something wrong, even intimidating? Finally, I decided to let the matter rest.
I kept listening to his videos – for he wouldn’t show his face – which was still lots of fun, even though he hadn’t been uploading in weeks at all. His sneezes were giant, clearly much different from many others I had heard before. I just LOVED when he let them out. Then, they were LOUD. Really LOUD. So were his nose blows, which were a sensation to me each time.
He definitely had a sense of humor, oftentimes laughing about his own sneezes when they became too weird. I was always happy when he talked during his vids, because that meant fun – and I liked this deep, sonorous voice. There was some pleasant warmth attached to it, which strangely made me want to be close to him.
This was ridiculous. He hadn’t even replied. And, most likely, he never would.

I decided not to care about the video sneezer that much anymore, there was no use. The more surprised I was when I found a new video on his channel:
“Quiet sneezes”.
I furrowed my brow. Could be my request? Let’s see. In the past few weeks, I had learned not to be too hopeful.


´Description: ‘Request for quiet sneezes. Long overdue!``

Just push play.
Soon as I recognized the familiar voice, I couldn’t help but smile – besides, notice the congestion that seemed to have already taken hold of him. He sounded kind of tired, in a way I had never heard him before, which made me anxiously narrow my eyebrows.

“My sneezes are not letting me sleep, so I figured I’d just give it a try for another request. So, now-

...Hah- CHOOOOO!”

He chuckled.
“Well, that one wasn’t too quiet.”
I grinned. I loved this guy. He sniffled wetly. Definitely, there was a big blow to come pretty soon. The thought of it made me shiver of excitement.
Meanwhile, the Youtube-man got stuck in a buildup, followed by a relatively quiet, but definitely WET sneeze.

“Huh… huhhhhhh… HUHHH… cccchhhhh-ooh.”

The two short, snoring blows completely caught me by surprise, letting me jump a little in my chair, sending tickles down my spine.
“That’s what it sounds like when I try to sneeze quieter”, he laughed. “Don’t ask me to exactly stifle – it won’t work.

HUH- tsccchhhhhhrrrrhhhhh.”

A few dry coughs.
“I try to sneeze like this when I’m in public”, he continued stuffily, “but it doesn’t always work.”
I noticed he had to be talking into a tissue. Were his sneezes so wet he couldn’t even take the risk of putting it away?
“The problem is, when I suppress them like this, they’ll become even wetter than normal. And-“
A harsh, deep breath.

“HASHOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

Wow, THAT was loud. I gotta take care not to wake the neighbors.” He laughed, obviously amused. I half-grinned at my screen. “So, right now, my allergies have come to a… point… wait-

Huhhh… HU-HHHH… HUH- HUUUUUUUUU- CHOOOO! TSCHOO!

Hah- tschrrhhhhhh… tschhhihhhh… tschrrroohhhhh… O God…”

It sounded as if he was getting back in control, restraining his sneezes astonishingly well, despite the two enormous let-outs the fit had just started up with.
Three long, chattering nose blows occurred immediately. Even if I was so familiar with these blows, I couldn’t help but wait for them with anticipation just any time I was listening to his videos.
“Goodbess…” Now he sounded clearly congested. “Ib actually wobderigg how I madadged to keep those bagk. …Ugh.
I thigk I’ll try ddo ged back ddo sleep sobhow, eved if there’s dot buch hope, I guess. …Hope you edjoyed!”

That was it. Poor guy. Okay, not so poor in my eyes, of course. But suddenly, some pity feeling made me ask myself if he’d caught at least a second of sleep that night. So, why not simply ask?
When I logged into my e-mail account, my heart jumped up in my chest. He had e-mailed me!


“Hey Sarah,

first, thanx for the compliments on my sneezes! Ha ha! I know they ARE giant! Great you enjoy them so much!

I’m really sorry it took me so long to take concern of your request, but I’ve been incredibly busy within the last few weeks. Despite, I hope my vid has met your anticipation somehow!

Just being curious – I’ve been around Youtube a bit, and couldn’t find sneeze vids of you. So, I figure you haven’t done any yet?
I know there’s people who just like to listen but wouldn’t record themselves, which I never mind. To be really honest, I’m not even into other people’s vids that much, doesn’t give me a lot. I know it sounds strange, but I’m really more, like, a “sneeze provider”! Ha ha, how does that sound!? Maybe I should actually start making a living in the “sneeze business…”

Alright, that’s it! Gotta run off to work now, and take care of my sneezes first so to make it through the day…

Best regards,
Alan”


So he was Alan. I chewed his name around in my mouth a little. “Alan”. Tasted good.
I decided to let a bit of time fade, and wrote him back a few days later:


“Hey Alan,

thanx so much for your e-mail, AND the vid! Yes, it DID meet my expectations just perfect!!
Wow, you said in the vid your sneezes hadn’t let you sleep? Did you manage to catch some sleep tough? I hope so, coz you did sound pretty tired! What time was it when you recorded??

Concerning your question, no, I’m not uploading myself. Seems us both are quite the opposite from each other. My sneezes are not too spectacular (compared to yours, anyway lol). And, like you stated – my own sneezes “don’t give myself that much” either. But, listening to others, well…
Besides, I consider myself lucky that I don’t suffer any allergies (Thank God!).
What are you so allergic to then?

“Sneeze provider”, that made me crack…! You and I should definitely set up a business, selling your sneezes. I could be running behind you with a mic all day, always ready to catch the next fit – sounds like fun! Ha ha! O Goodness, now I’m totally out of mind…

Speaking of “job”, I’m into marketing, by the way. What are you doing (besides the sneeze business?)?

Alright, that’s it for now!

Good night (hopefully a peaceful one for you :-))!

Sarah”


Alan’s reply appeared in my account just the next day:

“Hey Sarah,

wow, I really loved to read your last e-mail! Thank you for CARING that much!! But I have to disappoint you, I didn’t get much sleep that night, nearly none. Though my allergies are usually pretty cruel, this happens rarely.
I’m allergic to pretty much everything you would call “nature”; namely grass and tree pollen. Couldn’t even remember ever not being allergic; to my knowledge, it’s been like this since my childhood. Might have gotten used to it over the years lol.

What time it was when I recorded? Around two, I guess…

What I’m doing professionally? I’m a lawyer (my nose doesn’t seem to appreciate, coz it just caused me to fully sneeze onto my keyboard… Figured you’d be delighted to learn! Ha ha!).

Sorry I have to keep it short this time. But would you like to Skype another day? Just let me know! J

Love to hear from you soon,
Alan”


So he wanted to Skype, now that was something! I’d finally get to SEE my very personal sneezer!



That's it for now! You want more!?!.. If not, I'll be posting anyway!

Edited November 12, 2015 by sneeze_me

[Bungee]

I really like where this story is going! I like it a lot so far good job!

[sneeze_me]

Thank you!

[Guest]

Excellent start to a story, please write more ... pm me when you can

Hank

[animegirl13]

This was pretty good! Better since I'm pretty sure I have an idea on who this story is centered around. Makes it all the better, because I really like this guy too. XD

[Jeff1]

Love this! Keep going and welcome!

[•.*°•☆. Q .☆•°*.•]

Interesting format, I like it! Yes more

[Mr. Black Cherry Berry Tea]

Huh. This was definitely interesting, lol. Definitely a good story! And I'm sure "Alan" will get around to that small sneezes video when he can...

[sneeze_me]

Check your e-mails... ;-)

[sneeze_me]

Thank you so much for all your nice comments, everybody!!! They are really, really, appreciated!!!

@Jeff1: I love your avatar! MAURHARHAR!!!!!

You seem to want more, so here we go! Have fun!

It took us another week, exchanging cell phone numbers, as well as some texting back and forth, before we found the time to get settled in front of our pcs at the same time. We had both been busy, but now was the moment. I got so excited I started slipping around in my chair.

Suddenly, a cloudy shade of a face appeared on the screen. I got a bit disappointed, because the sight was so unclear you could hardly recognize anything.

“Alan?”

“Hey Sarah! Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me! Happy to meet you!”

“Hi! So am I! Before we go on… Is your connection as poor as mine? I can hardly see you!”

“Yep, it is! But I can hear you well. You?

“I can hear you. So, what are you doing? You fine?”

“Perfectly fine, thanx! I’m sitting here wearing a grey jogging suit, with a bowl of hot chocolate.

…You know what? We’re skyping coz we wanted to SEE each other – and now I got myself ended up telling you what I look like. …Bless you!”

That sneeze sounded like Alan at least.

“’scuse me. That was my welcome sneeze!”

“Ha ha! I love it! Thanx! …Hey, let’s do something: let’s actually tell each other what we look like for real. Man, this sounds kindergarten…”

The screen chuckled.

“Why not? The old fashioned way!” he rumbled theatrically.

So, I… Ihhhhh…”, all of a sudden, Alan’s voice vanished. I could sense his shadow move away in the picture; vocalish, airy breathing from a distance, and then…

“HASHOOOOOO! TSCHOOO! HASHOOOOO! …Huhhh… huhhhh… hussshhhhhh- hushhhhhh- HUHHHHHHH…. AAAAAA -SHOOOOO!”

A few dry coughs.

“Oh, bless you!”

Turning back to my virtual self, the lawyer sniffed wetly. He sounded congested again.

“Thagk you. I’b sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” I grinned, hoping my counterpart had noticed from my voice, despite his disability to look into my face. “Not in front of me!”, I therefore decided to underline my statement.

Alan giggled, falling into coughs again.

“Are you okay?” I asked, slightly irritated.

“Yeah, sure. Sobetibes sdeezigg bakes be cough; whed by dose gets too stuffy ‘n’ I cah’d breathe. Dot bad. …Hold od a secod.”

The silhouette disappeared; two long, distant blows into a tissue were being heard.

“…That’s better.” He sniffed, dull-sounding but okay. “Uhm, so – to keep it short: pretty much everybody I meet keeps telling me I look like a second Jamie Cullum. You know him?”

“The musician, right? I know how he looks, but not his music… At least, you don’t seem to be too ugly.” Straight as an arrow.

For the next about a minute, there was no need for me to say anything further – or better, no chance. Alan had burst out laughing, and couldn’t stop.

“Alan?” I started, after he had finally calmed down.

“Yeah!”

Colleting all the courage I could find, I asked: “Do you think you would like to… meet me… personally?”

Silence. I had ruined everything. The past weeks of writing and all, destroyed with one, stupid sentence.

My speakers cracked quietly; a second later I realized it had been my friend, clearing his throat.

He answered in a warm, most genuine tone, casting all my doubts in the wind right away.

“I would love to.”

• 
  

I entered the building just in time. A few hours early, a text message from Alan had lit up my cell phone:

“Hey… my car’s conked out… gotta take the train. Would u pick me up at central station ‘round 3?”

So I waited, nervously searching the crowded gate. Suddenly, a familiar-

“Ha- sshhooshhhh!”

“Hi Alan!”

A pair of bright brown eyes turned at me, second thing I noticed was the wildly deranged, hazel-colored shock of hair. He towered over me about a head. Certainly, the guy looked attractive. So did his nose.

“Sarah?”

“Yep. Exactly me. …Hi Alan.”

“Hi…!”

We slid into a hug, I smirked: “And bless you, by the way.”

“Thanx”, it sniggered back.

Since I didn’t have a car – I found owning one not necessary for myself – we took advantage of another half-an-hour train ride in direction to my place. Big mistake.

“SHOOO! HAT-SHOOO! …AAAAASSSHHHH…!

…I’ve been sneezing- all- the- way- …ATSHOOOOOO! …here.”

That was probably why he looked so fatigue after the past two-hour journey, eyes glassy-red.

“Wanna come along to my apartment for a while first?” I suggested. “So you can actually freshen up and take a shower before checking in at the hotel.”

“Oh, that sounds great”, my friend happily accepted; you could tell he was exhausted. “Thanx!”

“Sure! You already eaten?”

“Not really, to be honest.”

“Would wraps be okay?

“Wow, what a service!”

“All for my favorite sneezer”, I winked.

“Ha, ha! …Hah… hah… tsssssshooooo…!”, he successfully attempted to keep the sneeze relatively quiet.

With a still sneezing Alan under the shower, I finally found some time for myself in the kitchen preparing the fresh ingredients.

He was very good-looking, not cocky, simply normal, easy-going; definitely my taste. From what I could tell yet, I felt absolutely comfortable around him. He was exactly the guy I had been hoping for, meaning in real life, he was in no way different than the one I had met on the internet.

On top of it, those sneezes…

After an early supper, we started to chit-chat, this time on my couch. Alan seemed slightly fitter than before.

“So, you’re a lawyer. What kind of cases do you deal with? Murder?”, I extra-exaggeratedly widened my eyes. “Rape?!”

“Yope.”

The answer came so quick and absolutely natural it left me gasping in shock.

“You’re kidding!?!”

“Nope – for real.”

“Hell.” I couldn’t believe it. The man looked way too handsome for a lawyer. Nor was he acting, neither looking like one of those boring, studied narcissistic snobs – he seemed actually cool. Plus, he was only twenty-seven; I’d always figured lawyers had to be older.

Hitching breaths startled me out of my thoughts. Alan was definitely going to sneeze. Head laid back, his enlarged nostrils fully unfolded to my sight, wiggling and undulating as my friend tried to channel the threatening tickle to fade. But obviously, there was no chance.

“UHHH… HUHHHH…. EEEHHHHHH… HIIIIHHHH…”

Head tilted forward now, displaying red watery eyes squinted to slits. For a moment, it appeared Alan had actually won. Then, the tickle remorselessly stroke, having its victim pant fiercely one last time.

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHH… HUHH- HUHH!!-

AAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOOOO!!!... AAAAAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! …AAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOWWWWWW! ……AAASHIIIUUUUUUUUHH!!!!…

HUGH… HAAH… UHHHHHHHH…

…AAAAAAAAEEEEE-SSSHHHOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!”

Wet eyes kept close, the lawyer dig in his pocket and found a blue dappled handkerchief. For the first time I realized he wasn’t using paper tissues like I’d always somehow fantasized. As he removed his hands from his nose to place the handkerchief upon it, they revealed thin strips of mucus.

Alan blew, and I loved it. His nose blows always sounded like a mix of sheer endless nasal liquid and the scattering noise of a dull trumpet. They had something unique I felt absolutely unable to elude, even if I’d wanted. Far from it – I wouldn’t even have wasted a thought.

Well, that’s it for now, more to come! Hope you guys liked it! Feedback is still always appreciated! Next chapter’s gonna get messy… ;-)

http://www.swindonweb.com/?m=8&s=9&ss=219&c=1051&t=Jamie+Cullum

For those who don’t know, this is Jamie Cullum. I had him in mind when I created the “Alan” character; maybe with slightly more voluminous hair (I’m not particularly a Jamie Cullum fan, though he seems to be a really talented musician!).

[Jeff]

Welcome to the forum! Great story, keep it up!

[sneeze_me]

Thanx Jeff!

[sneeze_me]

Grab your hankies everybody! It's getting wet...

PART 3

We decided to watch “Monster’s ball” before Alan would finally have to depart to the hotel. About fifteen minutes after the movie took off, he fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake him up, silently watched the young man dose peacefully instead. Together with the tv sound, frequent snoring filled the room, intense enough to overpower Halle Berry just a little bit. I smiled. Had to be his sneezy nose.

How did he handle this in court? If he was really battling through those big cases, the pressure had to be pretty tense on him at times. So the courtroom certainly was not a suitable place for allergies.

“Oh… shit… What time is it…?”

“What…? Uufff…”

I tiredly peeked up to the wall clock. Half past ten. Whoops.

“Are they still gonna let you check in now?”

“Hmhh…” My friend shrugged. “Too late…?”

“Wanna stay here, sleep on the couch? Let’s not make a fuss. Simple as that.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll quickly fetch you another pillow.”

We agreed on waking each other around eight; there’d be plenty of time left to do whatever would come to our minds for the day.

Punctually eight in the morning, I waddled out of my bedroom for daily bath routine. Before heading on, I knocked next door.

“Hey Alan! Good morning! It’s eight. Are you awake?”

No reply; probably he was still too dizzy to get anything out. Understandable.

After being done, I returned to the living room door. Another knock. Silence. Cautiously, I opened up, diving into darkness.

“Hey sleepy head! Time for breakfast!”

Nothing. I peered.

Constant snatched breathing echoed from the direction of the couch; I blindly fumbled for the floor lamp next to the door. Its dim light spotted Alan, who was sitting at the edge of the seats, obviously trapped in the desperate build-up of a presaging sneeze. Now it seemed he was holding breath with his mouth open, a hushed pile of air occasionally escaping from his quivering chest . He seemed torment.

“Huhhhh…

Huhhh…”

Two small tears ran down his cheeks as he winced. Things suddenly dawned on me.

“Is it stuck?”

In a quick resolve, I sat down next to the lawyer, grabbed one of the fresh handkerchiefs laying on the table in front of us. I unfolded it half and placed it upon his wildly fluttering, expanded nostrils. My hand gently started massaging its rims, in order to coax out this revolting bug that was itching my friend insane.

“Huhhhhhh… Huhhhhhhh…”

I sensed vigorously undulated nares even under the dark blue-white plaid fabric.

“Ahhhh… Ghhh…… Ghhhhh…….”

Within a second, Alan exploded.

“Hussssssshhhhhhhhhhh…! …Husssssssshhhhhhhh…! HU-shooooooooo…! “HAT-shoooooooooo…!”

Alan’s torso snapped forward with each muffled sneeze, while I kept the ‘kerchief pressed slightly to his face.

“Hussssssssshhhhhhhh…!! IIusssssshhhhhhhhhhh…!! …U-tshh…!! …UT-shhh…!!”

The ferocious prickle kept descending upon its helpless victim, who was far from being done.

“HAAAAAAAAAA-shooooooo…! AAAAAAAAAA-shoooooooooo…!”

I soothingly put the hand without the tissue on my friend’s back, while the other one noticed a growing liquid warmth.

He straightened up a little, tears now floating down his face. I took advantage of this short pause though, folding the damp fabric at least once. In the middle of putting it back on the table to choose a new one from the pile, I had to change plans. Alan, still terribly tingly, loudly inhaled, erupting again – this time, almost screaming.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA-SHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA-SHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

Rushing the handkerchief back to his nose a second too late, a strand of yellow-transparent mucus freed itself, to then eventually disappear, caught by the already soaked ‘kerchief.

“HUHH… HUUHHHHHH…!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA-SHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA-SHEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!!”

With every violent sneeze, I could feel lukewarm discharge outpour into the drenched fabric. His nose entirely stuffed up, Alan meanwhile started coughing in between. He moaned miserably, chest heaving for one last, gigantic outburst.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH-TSCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!”

The young man kept coughing for air, unable to breathe through his congested nasal passages. I wiped my friend’s nose and the area around it, before putting the soggy handkerchief away at least. Alan was worn-out. I made the decision to help forward.

“Come on, you gotta blow your nose.”

Without thinking, I laid a fresh sky-blue ‘kerchief upon his orange, swollen organ; enlarged nares literally in- and exhaling viscous moisture.

For the first time since the fit had taken over, he dared to look at me, questioning, even fearful.

“It’s okay”, I said softly. “You just go.”

Alan coughed, closing his tired, glassy eyes in embarrassment. All of a sudden, I felt painfully pity for him. Ever since we had become acquainted with each other, it was the first time I actually witnessed him intimidated. But I had to pull myself together.

“Al…”, I had never called him by his nickname before, “I’ve heard you on the net a million times; you will be fine.”

He breathed deeply once, as if working up the courage for what was to come. Then he blew.

That moment, it became visible what the aggressive allergy attack had truly caused to my friend’s sinuses. Even though he was blowing really hard, nothing but a bubbly-stuffed noise escaped them. He inhaled again. With the following exhale, the mucus seemed to loosen a little; instants later, it flowed out, nevertheless thick and slow.

Alan had to move his head out of my sight, coughing in multiples due to the lack of oxygen that found access through his congested nose.

I again started petting his back.

“Poor guy…”, I sighed.

Alan returned to my direction. This time without a sign of hesitation, he blew into the crimped handkerchief I was still holding in front. The next blow finally developed to his usual wet honking. It turned steadily louder, interrupted by constant coughs. Another handkerchief became necessary. I could feel Alan’s big nostrils swaying in my hand as he kept expelling long honks, each of them more firm, humid than the last.

“My goodness; you poor guy…”

Grabbing a third fabric, I alternately started shutting each nostril with my thumb and pointing finger. The cough-struck lawyer was still blowing hard, rims of his nose scattering, releasing torrential amounts of snot. After a minute or so, I took the last tissue from the table. Repeatedly pushing through both his nares now, Alan sounded wet and honky as ever. After another about a minute, his sinuses seemed to be pretty cleared out.

“O God…”, he whimpered, “I’b so sorry… I’b so disgustigg...”

“No you’re not”, I insisted. “Why don’t you lay back down a bit? Get some rest. Hm?”

“I deed…”, *cough* “…bedicatiod…”

“Where is it?”

*cough cough* “Side ob by bag…”

After taking his medicine, Alan sunk down into the pillows, exhausted. I couldn’t help but crawl next to him underneath the blanket; the expanded couch provided space for us both. I put an arm around my friend’s waist and listened to his uneven breaths.

“I’b sorry, Sarah…”

“Don’t be sorry”, I quietly shushed him, fingers fondly going through his strong brown hair. “Are you okay now?”

“Thigg so. …Thagg you.”

Totally zonked, Alan closed his eyes. For a few minutes, I watched him repose, continuing to stroke his tousled hair. He sniffed, tried swallowing coughs every now and then. He was looking so miserable.

“I’ll be gettigg up right away…”, Alan rasped.

I frowned.

“Al…would you mind if we just stayed here? I-”

Suddenly, I got lost for words. Was I really gonna tell him? Tell him what? That I found him more than attractive, more than nice, liked him even more than just a friend? Yes, it was true.

“I cadt…” *cough, cough cough* “…stay id bed all day… …dow thadt I’b here with you…”

“Let’s at least wait a bit”, I composedly suggested, getting myself together. “’til you’re feeling better honey. Okay?”

A smile appeared on his face.

“Okay.”

Right out of the blue, Alan’s arm coated my waist, and before I could say knife, he dug his head onto my shoulder with a deep sigh, cut off by hoarse coughing.

“Sarrah?” he murmured. “…I like you a lot… Whadt do you thigk…?”

I had to clear my throat. What did that mean, “I like you a lot”?

“What do you mean?” My heart was pounding like a hammer.

Then, Alan kissed me. Just when I realized, he moved back quickly.

“I- I’b sorry!...” he stammered.

“No!” I interjected, louder as intended. “Don’t be sorry…”

These words he seemed to have been waiting for; without further hesitation, he barged me in his arms, and this time, I gave in to his passionate kiss. Everything around us vanished, the world didn’t seem to exist, nothing else important but us two.

[ebay34]

That was great... It's an interesting way of writing it

[sneeze_me]

Thank you so much! Comments like yours motivate me a lot keep going with this one. It was so much fun, especially writing that last part!

[Guest]

ummm that was really great .. love your writing style

[sneezelover6]

wow! love love love these loud sneezes. this is a really great story! :-)

[sneeze_me]

Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the nice comments so far!!! I’m really glad you all seem to like my little story, it’s so much fun to write it!!

So, I’m sorry it’s taken me a while, but here’s part 4! I’ve been reading this thing through so many times I ended up unable to tell whether it’s good or not myself… So I figured best would be to leave this up to your opinion! J As always, comments appreciated. I’m especially curious this time, coz I’m reeeeally not sure how things worked out… Please have mercy! Ha ha!

Concerning the story, we’re switching between Sarah’s and Alan’s point of view a bit this time.

Enjoy!

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Alan tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter, fell down onto the couch to rest his legs, then shield his eyes with his forearm. He moaned. It had been a horrible day in court. He ‘d had to take a second dose of antihistamines during a break, which was normally never the case. It had made him feel indisposed and dizzy, the following cross-examination became a disaster. He was desperately craving for some sleep, but no dice. In about half an hour, Sarah would arrive for the cinema. After a two hour journey, there was no way he’d let her down.

When the young man sat up, everything whirled.

“Shit…” His temples were pulsating. “Ugh…”

He dragged himself under the shower, swallowing an Ibuprofen beforehand. One pill more or less, who cared. While the water was hitting his aching body, Alan got reminded of his nose again, ignoring the tickle starting to irritate its inside. The moment he escaped the shower, a cool rush of air hit him right in the face.

“HASSHUUHH…! …Bless mbe.” *sniff*

The headache still appeared to be acting up, though the shower had certainly done him well. He decided not to blow-dry his hair. This would most likely end up even more painful for his already punished head; the warm weather would solve this matter for him. Alan slipped into fresh clothes for the evening and set off to pick Sarah up at the station.

“Hey Al! …Geez, you look like shit.”

“Nice to meet you, Frank…”

The two men gave each other a quick hug, then the taller blonde turned to Sarah.

“So you’re Sarah, Alan’s new flame?”

Alan rolled his eyes. Frank was always way too straight, but he couldn’t be mad at him; they had been best friends for ages.

“Yep, I am”, he heard his girlfriend reply unfazed. ”And who are you?”

“I’m Frank. This is Lynne.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Sarah snuggled her head onto Alan’s shoulder soon as the four took seats in their plushy red cinema chairs. Alan kissed her hair.

“You alright?” he asked.

“Mmmmmh.”

By the time the lights dimmed, the lawyer had almost forgotten his drowsiness. He pulled his girlfriend even tighter, ready to relax and leave the stressful day behind. Everything was so perfect. Except...

“Chhhhhhoohhhhh…”

“Bless you Sweetie.”

“Thanx. Sorry.”

He had managed staying pretty quiet, hoping this would be about it for the next approximately two hours; all in all, his nose felt surprisingly out-of-allergies by now. He rubbed his dripping palms upon his lap. That was the thing with the quiet ones – the mist resulting from them was insane.

Five minutes later, Alan sniffled. He regretted not having taken care of his nose before the beginning of the movie. Meanwhile, it was running. He found a white handkerchief, wiped it and gave it a quick blow.

Of course, he wasn’t done.

“Shit.”

I should’ve known.

“Not here, please…”

It twinged.

Alan put his pointing finger under his nose, attempting to stop the threatening sneeze before it could build even more. It didn’t help. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing evenly. After a few seconds, the tickle vanished.

The lawyer opened his eyes. He’d had this all day; this sneezy feeling, just constantly; that’s why he had taken another dose.

There it was again. It couldn’t possibly happen, not now.

“Huhhhhhh…”

A finger wouldn’t do this time, he pinched his nose. Still, there was no relieve.

“Al? Are you okay?”

“I… I-h…”

Sarah had obviously noticed the ferocious sniffing, the desperate try to get a hold of something Alan never even had the slightest chance to actually avoid. But he had to try this time.

“Gotta… huhh…”

He knew, the longer he tried to suppress the urge to sneeze, the worse it would become soon as he lost control. He had to stop it in time. It was the only chance. Plus, he had practically been suppressing allergies all day, and that was the worst point of the whole mess. If the sneezes finally came out, things would end up far from “quiet”. Oh well. He cursed himself for poppin’ this second dose of meds.

Alan pinched his nose one more time.

God no. Please no.

“Alan?” Sarah whispered.

“I gotta… gotta… …Sohh… badhh…”

All of a sudden, a hand on his shoulder gently pushed him forward, out of the seat. It was Sarah, who was now leading him through their row, straight towards the exit. When they finally passed the cinema door, there was no holding back.

“AAAAACHOOOOOOH! AAAAACHOOOOOOH! AAAAA-shoooo… AAAAA-shoooo… Hah- AAAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!”...

I kept stroking my boyfriend’s back, who was bending over next to me, struck down by a violent fit. I had already noticed his tired eyes and chapped nose when he picked me up earlier, but there was no further sign of present allergies at that time. Now, there was no sign of an end.

“Ushhhh- Uusshhhh- Ushhhhhh- Ushhhhh- USHOOOOO!! USHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Whatever he ‘d done to keep those massive allergies back until this point, it must’ve been only temporary. And made things worse.

“Ashhhhhhhh! A-ashhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaassssssshhhhhhhhhhoo!”

I could literally hear the discharge burst into the handkerchief with every single sneeze.

“Is he sneezing bombs again?” Frank and Lynne had found their way out of the building. I grunted. “But seriously – how long has he been going like this?”

“Three, four minutes?” I finally replied.

“Seems to be one of the megas”, Frank assumed, looking down to his struggling childhood buddy. “Could be going all night. He’s having those every now and then, always wears him out.” With a look back at me, he proposed: “You better drive him home.” There was no clue of a joke.

I nodded, ignoring an emerging feeling of anxiousness.

“Okay. Thanx Frank.”

“Think you can make it?”

“Sure. Sorry.”

“No need! Take good care of my bro!”

We arrived at the car, Alan still sneezing. I fished the keys out of his trouser pocket and noticed his questioning look.

“It’s only ten minutes, I won’t kill anybody. And, you can’t drive.” Even if the lawyer had intended to interfere – he had to give back in to sneezing.

Whilst a short interruption in the car, I took the chance and handed my friend a fresh red handkerchief out of the glove locker. The sneezes turned even more aggressive during our drive.

We entered the apartment. Alan stopped immediately.

“AASHOOOOOOOO!!! AASHOOOOOOOO!! Huhh… AAAAASHOOOOOOO!!! Huhh… HAAAASHOOOOOOOHHH!!!”

I took his arm and led him to the couch. The fit seemed to actually pause, so I passed him a new handkerchief, watched him wipe his eyes and face and blow his nose.

“Are you done now?”

“Do’ dnow”, he crawed. “I’b so… sso…

ASSSSHHHHHHHHEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!”

The eruptive sneeze was immediately followed by a long, chattering nose blow. Alan had been sneezing for over twenty minutes straight, without a chance to clear his sinuses at least once. They had to be stuffed right to the edge, which caused coughing now, too. Despite, the allergies continued giving the poor nose a hard time.

“Huhh… AAAA-shooooo!… AAAAAAA-shooooo! AAAAAAASHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!”

I put my hand in his lap. There was nothing but endless sneezing and coughing.

“Hon, can I help you? Just anything?”

He shook his head, then blew. I sighed wearily. Yes I had the fetish, but this here was crazy.

After another half an hour, we decided to go to bed. Meanwhile, Alan’s sneezes kept occurring firm as ever, though less frequent, which didn’t give him more time to breathe – instead, he coughed even harder, rattling like a saw.

Only the moonlight shining through the blind gave the dark bedroom a shade of brightness. Alan felt so worn out he couldn’t move. He had to breathe through his mouth; his swollen nostrils wouldn’t let anything through at all. Thank God the sneezes had finally diminished to smaller fits from time to time; his sore throat and the lack of oxygen made him cough on nevertheless.

All of a sudden, something soft encased his wounded nose. The lawyer realized. He slowly turned to the side, facing Sarah. A few coughs escaped before he started. Nothing came out but more coughs.

“Wait a second, Sweet.”

She returned less than a minute later. Her pointing finger covered both rims of Alan’s nose with what he assumed was some kind of lotion.

“What-“, he coughed.

“Lie back down a bit. This ’ll loosen the mucus. Just a minute or so.”

Suddenly, he couldn’t help but sniff. The stuff obviously worked. A handkerchief carefully moved back towards him. The young man felt viscous liquid stream out literally like a waterfall, without his hand in the matter. Sarah had to turn the ‘kerchief a few times for some blank space until she switched to another one.

With that, Alan finally blew – and it was more than necessary. Contrary to the incident at Sarah’s place, he wasn’t embarrassed at all this time, kept pushing on and on.

“Husshhhhhhhh… Hmpf.. Hmpffff… Hmpfssssssshhhhh…!”

“Bless you Babe.”

I turned the bedside lamp on, placed my head onto Alan’s shoulder as he continuously cleared his sinuses into the yellow handkerchief he had just smothered the small fit in. Eyes closed, I listened to honking blows, sensing wildly wiggling nostrils underneath the drenched cloth I was holding. I wiped his nose with it and unfolded the next.

“Still feels like”, he twanged, released several coughs, “loads of sdot. Uhhh. But well, I dow you edjoy this.”

With the last sentence, I swear he was giving me a smile.

I was woken up by an undefinable noise. When my hand searched the bed for Alan, he wasn’t there.

“Al?”

I sat up and listened. The thing came from out of the bathroom. I headed towards the door. It was locked.

“Alan? Are you in there?”

I listened closer. Hitching breaths. But certainly…

“Are you okay? …Would you please open the door?”

This definitely wasn’t the result of an impending sneeze.

“Alan? Open the door!”

So she left you hangin’… What do you think is gonna happen??

Thanx for reading!

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Okay... So I felt like writing, and posting immediately. No sleeping over, so this is risky! :-P Not a big part; should probably be seen as a supplement to part 4. ...Are we gonna face some Drama? ;-P

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He started coughing horribly. I quivered. The man was clearly gasping, craving for air.

“Shit… For God’s sake, OPEN THE DOOR!”

“No…”

What the-

“I don’t- want- you to- …see me like this…”

“Agh… I swear you, I’ll call the cops! Right now! I mean it!”

Click.

“O my- What’s wrong with you!?”

The young man rested crouched on the bathroom floor, pale. Each attempt to inhale resulted in a panting whistle, exhales in agonizing coughs. I kneeled down next to him, trembling all over in shock.

“What… What…”

“Drawer…”, he slurred. “Bed…”

“Okay… Okay…”

I sprinted to the nightstand, ripped the draver open. My heart stopped.

“Ahh-!”

‘Bronchial Asthma Treatment’.

Back in the bathroom, Alan managed to suck in a few deep breaths out of the small can. He sunk into my arms, still coughing, breathing heavily. A tiny tear found its way upon his cheek.

After a while, breathing became slowly more even.

“I c-”, he started, wheezing terrible coughs.

“Shhhhh… Don’t speak…” I affectionately stroked my boyfriend’s forehead. “You should’ve told me…”

My pointing finger on his lips interrupted his reply. “Don’t speak honey. Let’s talk about that later. …You think you can get up?”

“Mh.”

We moved back towards the bed together, slowly. Alan fell on it soon as we arrived. He let out a coughing fit into his pillow. I watched his chest move up and down rapidly while it happened. Each time he had to catch a breath, it sounded strained.

“You need the spray again?”

“No…” he choked, then looked up, right into my eyes. “Trust me.”

“Okay”, I snuffled. “I’m simply scared.”

He slapped his hand onto the mattress, signing me to come by. I creeped under the sheets. Indeed, Alan seemed more calm. He took my hand with a tired smile.

“Listed”, he whispered, and only that moment I noticed his congested voice. His sore throat didn’t allow him to speak any louder. “Do’d worry. I’ll be-” Rattling coughs. “-fide. It’s frob the allergies.” *cough.* “I’ll be-” *cough cough cough, cough cough* “-fide.”

The lawyer turned away to endlessly blow his nose. It seemed so stuffed up he could hardly get anything out. After a while and even more intense coughing, the moisture loosened just a bit. Waiting in the dim light of the small lamp, I heard gurgling noises, quite contrary to my friend’s usual honking. Finally, it turned honky every once in a while, though one could tell the snot was thick and viscous, giving Alan an incredibly hard time to clear his sinuses. When the honking became more audible, he grabbed another tissue and blew the stuff out as good as he could, coughing, trying to catch his breath through it all.

TBC

[HideAndGoSneeze]

You were right!! I like this story too!!!! I can't wait for the next update!!!!!

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Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ohh, I'm enjoying this.

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I love to hear that... And believe me, I enjoy writing this...

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Oooooookay! Here's part 5! Hope y'all enjoy! Don't be shy to give me some feedback!

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It was already eleven, but I wanted to let Alan sleep in. After last night, I felt he would definitely use it well. When I was laying the table for breakfast, he appeared at the door. No doubt he was looking sexy in his black shirt and pants, most of all, this adorably sleepy face.

“Good morning.”

I smirked. “No voice?”

“Hmpf.”

He came closer and took me in his arms. We exchanged a deep kiss. My fingers ran through this mess of a hair, I loved these chaotic waves.

Suddenly, Alan’s face cringed. I squeezed him tighter so he wouldn’t escape.

“Haaushhh. Haausheeeee.”

With no way out, he had to sneeze right onto my shoulder. I felt the spray fly by my ear.

“Mh. Would you…”

…release me? No way.

“HAAAASHOO…!”

I kept holding him, while Alan was keenly trying to keep his sneezes as tiny as he could. As always, stifling wasn’t an option.

“Haaaaaa-shhhhh… Haaaashooh!”

He sniffled wetly a few times. I let him go a little, with mean intention, of course. I knew he wouldn’t stop for quite a while, that’s how it used to be after getting up in the morning. I wanted to see the pre-sneeze face. That’s what I promptly got served with not a second later. Alan’s nares enlarging, watery eyes squinted to slits, to my surprise, he said

“Are you… doigg this…”

He had never spoken during the pre-sneeze phase before, and it turned me on incredibly.

“Huh… huhhh…!”

I eagerly watched him struggle. The tickle seemed to play with its target; not strong enough for a release, but just intense enough to irritate him right to the torment point.

“Aaaahhh… you… …HUGH…”

Was it to happen now? He had laid his head somewhat back, which provided full view into his heavily shaking nostrils.

“HUGH… HUGH…”

I pulled him close right on time.

“HU-tschhhhhhhhhh! HU-tschhhhhhhhh! HU-gshhhhhhhhhh…!”

Alan couldn’t help but tilt forward. If he wanted it or not, he had to sneeze onto my shoulder again. He very likely was spreading spray all over it, since handkerchiefs were out of reach.

It tingled. Alan put his finger under his nose. He couldn’t let the sneezes out, but for an odd reason not find a way to get a hold of his revolting nose either. Instead, he started hitching audibly.

HUHH… HUHH HU—HUHHHH!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!”

There it was. He started coughing; I let go of him so he could bend over. Just the moment I wanted to rush grab a few handkerchiefs out of the living room cupboard, Alan sat down on the couch, burying his face in his hands. I stopped.

“Honey? Are you okay?”

I came next to him and ran my fingers through his hair. After a while, he stood up, then took a few steps and supported himself with one hand on the wall. I followed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wodt… cobe out…”, he whimpered, coughed.

I understood. But I was prepared.

With a feather.

Making my way to my travel bag, I noticed numerous coughs and intense sniffing from out of the living room.

Alan was covering his dripping nares with two fingers when I returned. He removed them so I would be able to coax this one damned sneeze out. I moved the feather back and forth underneath, barely touching his sensitive organ. When it didn’t have quite an effect, I continued, holding it a bit closer.

“Hhhhhhhhhhh…”

Alan breathed out almost without a noise. I stimulated a tiny bit stronger. He inhaled through his still runny nose, exhaled through his mouth. I paused. He shook his head. He needed more.

“Huhhhhhhhhhhhh… Huh- huh-

HAHH- HAHHHHHH- HANDKER-“

O shit.

„HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!“

„O God…“ I raced to the cupboard, snatched a few from it; Alan was still screaming slightly smaller sneezes when I arrived back. He didn’t seem to dare remove his hands though.

HUUUUUUUUUUSHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HUUUUUUUUUUUUUSHHHHHH!!!!!!! HUUUUUUUSHHHHHHHOWWW!!!! HUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!”

Alan took his soaking hands away, I placed the cloth onto his tortured nares without unfolding it even once. He put his own hand on it and continued sneezing. I waited besides the couch, while my boyfriend was sneezing his head off. Two minutes later, it was over; Al burst out coughing instead. I handed him a fresh tissue. The next couple of minutes he spend blowing his nose, one handkerchief after another. No stuffiness this time, enormous wet rattles from the first second.

Afterwards, I decided to check on something that, regarding to his way too rosy cheeks, seemed quite obvious.

“You’ve got a temperature. You need to lie down.”

“What…? No, it’s okay…”

“Yeah right… Off we go, Alan…”

I took him by his shoulders and lead him directly to the bedroom.

“I’m alright…”, he murmured.

“No you’re not. You’re ill.”

Gently pushing him into the sheets, I laid myself down on the other side and encased us both with the blanket. Alan straightened up.

“I’m okay; I promised you we ‘d go-“

“We won’t go anywhere today”, I insisted. “You’re feverish; don’t be ridiculous.” He stared at me, puzzled. His cheeks were obviously burning, eyes glazed. “I’ll fetch a thermometer. You stay where you are.”

“101.8”.

“Not bad…”, he fantasized.

“Yurgh. You’re delirious. There’s no way we’ll be going anywhere. Let me prepare some soup.”

When I turned the cooker on, my boyfriend showed up at the kitchen doorstep.

“Alan, Baby, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to stay in bed…”

The guy just smiled. He seemed totally out of it. I escorted him back where he belonged. After I had instilled a bowl of soup into him, he finally sunk into the pillows and closed his eyes.

“You look gorgeous Love…” he declared misty-eyed.

“That’s so nice of you”, I replied, calmingly petting his temple. “If you only even knew what you’re talking about. But you have to rest now, okay?”

A soft smile caressed his mouth while he asked: “…You stay with me?”

“Right here.”

“Good.”

He fell asleep smiling.

I spent most of the day getting a household done that wasn’t even my own, though Al seemed pretty tidy for a guy. Nice to have a boyfriend who obviously wasn’t a messy. I washed the few dishes, collected a few trousers and shirts from the bedroom floor, grinning happily. He had such a great sense for the right style. I got a hold of the keys he usually stored on the kitchen counter – kinda careless leaving them here so obvious – slipped out of the door to the car. I knew the places where he stored all the handkerchiefs. There were literally millions, mostly used. He had been in desperate need of them just yesterday during our drive from the cinema. I picked them all up and replaced them with fresh piles. The old ones landed in the washing machine together with his clothes. Mission completed. In the end, I dusted the whole apartment.

Alan was still asleep when it was time for me to go to bed. Gladly, us both had taken a few days off from work, which meant I would be able to take care of him now that he was sick.

I couldn’t quite figure out how long I had been sleeping before suddenly a strange feeling forced me to wake up from my dreams. My eyes opened at the view of Alan’s empty bedside. I got up slowly, listening. What I heard made me quiver. I opened up the door.

Alan was standing in the back of the darkened living room, bend over, hands on his knees, coughing hard. It sounded worse than last night, and it didn’t stop. Next to him on the floor was lying the can with the asthma treatment. He certainly noticed me, but couldn’t speak. All he did was cough.

“Have you taken that stuff?” I asked, hoping for a yes, struggling to hold my nerves. He nodded. “Can I help you anyhow?” Alan shook his head. It seemed I was condemned to watch my friend fighting for air.

After a while, things started getting better. Alan inhaled deep, though audible breaths. It took a while until he finally seemed okay. I had been waiting next to him the whole time. Finally, he simply wrapped his arms around me, aware I had to be be scared to death.

“Hey”, he said softly, “it’s okay now. I’m alright.”

It was over. I couldn’t battle the tears any more.

“Sshhhhhh… Don’t worry… I’m okay…”

His dark, calm voice helped me find back to myself. We sat down on the couch together. I put my legs across his lap, as he kissed me affectionately.

“You have to tell me”, I whispered, “what that is about.”

Alan released a few bad coughs; for a moment I feared it might mean another attack. Every time he tried to speak, his lungs rebelled, until he finally had to give in. He fell into a severe coughing fit, totally losing breath again.

“Alan!”

Before I even realized, he stumbled into the bathroom. The small mirror cabinet had already been pulled open for another spray can by the time I joined him. He sucked in a few doses, then sank onto the ground.

“Al…”, I wept. “What’s wrong with you…?”

He wheezed and choked; the coughs turned so heavy I had to grab the sink not to pass out of fear for him myself.

Okay, that’s enough.

“I’ll call the ambulance.”

But I wouldn’t move. Alan simply wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t believe how strong he still was, holding me back by my wrist, persuading me to stay. Another three or four minutes passed until his lungs slowly seemed to let in more oxygen again.

“No ambulance…” he begged. “No ambulance…”

We spend about twenty minutes on the bathroom floor holding each other. My head meanwhile rested on his shoulder. Everything was quiet. I heard Alan breath in and out, in and out. He had recovered.

Suddenly, out of the blue, he explained:

“You know, I’ve had these allergies all my life. Since I was little. It affects me, but I don’t know anything else. It’s always been like that. I happen to be allergic to so many things that it was just a matter of time when I would end up developing asthma. It harms the bronchial tubes. I’m not the first one, and certainly won’t be the last. …I never wanted to bother you with that. The fever and all, it’s from the allergies, too, when they really act up. ...I was always hoping you’d never have to witness this. …I’m so sorry.”

We said nothing for a while.

I turned to my boyfriend. There was one thing I urgently needed. I buried his face in my hands, and simply kissed.

TBC

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Part 6 in progress...