middle of the night. I hadn’t laughed…in years. She said something funny about dying from the cold and I fucking laughed. I looked back at her with a shocked expression. Her serene sleeping face instantly made me feel something. I was grateful for her. Then I was hard. Dammit. I closed my eyes. Not every girl was a sexual prize. Emily probably didn’t even notice that I was half naked when she came to bed. If she had, she didn’t use me for sex. She used me for protection. That made me felt important, even if it was for only a few moments. She was innocent, sweet, and she needed me. She came to me as another human being because I could help her. I could save her. That had to be progress. I made a mental note to tell the good doctor when I returned in a week.
I walked into the bathroom and started the hot water. I went to the drawer to take out the picture of Julia topless. We had taken a bunch when we were on the road a couple years ago… when we were still together. It was the only way I could get off in the shower. I propped it up on the sink and undressed while I stared at her flawless skin and penetrating eyes.
“You got married, Jules,” I said aloud. “Are you happy now?”
I winced. That line of foreplay talk was not going to help me along. I shook my head, got in the shower, and looked at her again.
“Hey baby,” I cooed. I watched the picture and started to take myself in my hand. Nothing.
“I love your tits,” I said and gave a groan as I mentally took in each familiar nipple. I bit my bottom lip and started a stroke. Nothing. I was totally limp. A knock came at the door and before I could move the photo or even say ‘Don’t come in’ - Emily was already coming through the door.
“Sorry, Johnny,” she said on a yawn. “I have to pee so badly. I promise I won’t flush.”
I was instantly hard. I looked down in amazement.
“Uh…yeah. Hey. So, did you sleep okay?” I asked as I started to work myself again.
“Oh, it was so much better after I came to lay with you. You were wonderful, Johnny. Thank you so much,” she announced in a morning voice that was so fucking hot.
“Yeah,” I said, just about to explode, my breaths heaving. “You were an icicle.”
She laughed. It was a low raspy morning laugh as she hummed in agreement.
“Can I make you some breakfast?” she asked. I could hear what she was doing, too. My ears were only meant for her. She was pulling out the toilet paper and I lost it. It felt like it took forever to pulse to a satiated state. I hadn’t experienced an orgasm that intense in years.
Did I just get off on a conversation about Emmy being cold? I thought about the photo of Jules and while the pang of hurt was still there in the right side of my chest, she wasn’t the most attractive person in the world. Certainly, not after that.
“Johnny?” Emily asked again.
“What, oh. Emmy you don’t have to,” I said. “Plus I don’t have much in the way of food. I’m going on tour today, remember?”
“Alright, let me check anyway.” I heard the door shut softly and I let out the biggest breath. But I felt alone. I didn’t want to be alone. I quickly cleaned myself so I could get back to Emily. She was starting to have a pull on me. It wasn’t sexual. I just wanted to talk to her about what she wanted and get to know who she was. It was a different feeling.
I suppose it was like when I met Dex. He and I hung out for two weeks straight, playing Madden. I learned a lot about his life and I answered questions about mine, too. With Jules, it was always about her. And probably if you asked her, it was all about me. I think we competed for something but I wasn’t sure what it was.
I walked out of my room to the smell of cinnamon and apples, coffee, and home. Emily had one of my big Love Sick Ponies shirts on and nothing else. So unlike her normal etiquette, she normally asked me to breathe every time she needed something.
She was freaking adorable and I
I walked into the bathroom and started the hot water. I went to the drawer to take out the picture of Julia topless. We had taken a bunch when we were on the road a couple years ago… when we were still together. It was the only way I could get off in the shower. I propped it up on the sink and undressed while I stared at her flawless skin and penetrating eyes.
“You got married, Jules,” I said aloud. “Are you happy now?”
I winced. That line of foreplay talk was not going to help me along. I shook my head, got in the shower, and looked at her again.
“Hey baby,” I cooed. I watched the picture and started to take myself in my hand. Nothing.
“I love your tits,” I said and gave a groan as I mentally took in each familiar nipple. I bit my bottom lip and started a stroke. Nothing. I was totally limp. A knock came at the door and before I could move the photo or even say ‘Don’t come in’ - Emily was already coming through the door.
“Sorry, Johnny,” she said on a yawn. “I have to pee so badly. I promise I won’t flush.”
I was instantly hard. I looked down in amazement.
“Uh…yeah. Hey. So, did you sleep okay?” I asked as I started to work myself again.
“Oh, it was so much better after I came to lay with you. You were wonderful, Johnny. Thank you so much,” she announced in a morning voice that was so fucking hot.
“Yeah,” I said, just about to explode, my breaths heaving. “You were an icicle.”
She laughed. It was a low raspy morning laugh as she hummed in agreement.
“Can I make you some breakfast?” she asked. I could hear what she was doing, too. My ears were only meant for her. She was pulling out the toilet paper and I lost it. It felt like it took forever to pulse to a satiated state. I hadn’t experienced an orgasm that intense in years.
Did I just get off on a conversation about Emmy being cold? I thought about the photo of Jules and while the pang of hurt was still there in the right side of my chest, she wasn’t the most attractive person in the world. Certainly, not after that.
“Johnny?” Emily asked again.
“What, oh. Emmy you don’t have to,” I said. “Plus I don’t have much in the way of food. I’m going on tour today, remember?”
“Alright, let me check anyway.” I heard the door shut softly and I let out the biggest breath. But I felt alone. I didn’t want to be alone. I quickly cleaned myself so I could get back to Emily. She was starting to have a pull on me. It wasn’t sexual. I just wanted to talk to her about what she wanted and get to know who she was. It was a different feeling.
I suppose it was like when I met Dex. He and I hung out for two weeks straight, playing Madden. I learned a lot about his life and I answered questions about mine, too. With Jules, it was always about her. And probably if you asked her, it was all about me. I think we competed for something but I wasn’t sure what it was.
I walked out of my room to the smell of cinnamon and apples, coffee, and home. Emily had one of my big Love Sick Ponies shirts on and nothing else. So unlike her normal etiquette, she normally asked me to breathe every time she needed something.
She was freaking adorable and I
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