didn’t look like fucking. Jared made it look like he was making love to these women. He would give long, passionate kisses, he’d look deep into their eyes, and he'd caress their bodies lovingly.
I would continue watching, but I don't want to risk Jared coming home and catching me. I reluctantly turn off my computer and make my way upstairs and into the shower. I take a long cold shower for the first time in my life. I'm still aroused by the images I've seen and I need to get back to my normal self before Jared comes home. He can't know that I watched him.
I shower, dry my hair, and apply some make-up to my face. It takes me ten minutes to get dressed because I can’t decide on what to wear. I'm oddly concerned with my appearance for the first time since I came to California, and I try to convince myself that this has nothing to do with Jared. I decide on a pair of black, tight, skinny jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse that dips low in the front, exposing my perky breasts. Again, I'm not doing this for Jared. Just like I'm not wearing make-up for Jared, and I'm not going to walk back downstairs and sit on the couch to wait for Jared.
The time goes by slowly. I turn the television back on and click through the stations, stopping at a marathon of some sitcom I've never seen before. I'm trying to watch, but my mind can't focus on anything but Jared. I want to kick myself for watching his videos. If I had some self-control, my mind wouldn't be convinced that Jared is some Sex God that I need to sleep with.
I'm startled out of my daydream by the front door opening. I look up and turn around to see Jared walking in with Kelly behind him. She's rattling off some schedule information for the upcoming week.
Jared is walking towards the kitchen when he sees me and turns in my direction instead. He walks to the couch and sits down next me.
"How was the job hunt, Billy?"
I smile shyly and somewhat flirtatiously, and flutter my eyelashes towards him. "It was okay, but nothing looked very promising," I say in a whisper.
What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get it together around him.
Jared looks at me curiously, "Are you okay? You seem off." He gazes down my body and then drags his eyes back up. He spends a little extra time ogling my breasts before making eye contact with me. "You're dressed nice for applying for jobs on a computer."
I smile again and lean forward, wanting to get his attention on my breasts again. "This is how I usually dress, and I felt scummy, so I took a shower."
He watches me disbelievingly. I can tell he's trying to figure something out. I need to start acting normal before he decides to admit me to the loony bin.
"Jesus!" He shouts before standing up and pacing to the fireplace. He looks back up at me and then down to his feet. I'm not sure what is wrong so I look to Kelly for answers, but she's too busy typing away on her phone to realize what's going on."
"How many?" Jared asks me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask back. I'm seriously so confused right now.
"I come home, you're acting weird and you're all dolled up, and you're openly flirting with me. Don't play stupid, you watched me have sex. How many videos did you watch, Billy?"
Oh my God, he knows. It took him only a few minutes with me to realize I had seen him having sex with other women.
"I don't know what-"
"Don't lie to me, I can see it all over your face. I'm not mad, Billy. I'm surprised, but not mad. You're so innocent and pure, I can't imagine you sitting here and watching me. How many?"
I'm too ashamed to answer. He claims he's not mad I watched him, but the expression on his face and the tone of his voice says differently.
"Four," I whisper.
It's quiet, too quiet. I'm afraid to look up and see his reaction so I continue to stare at my feet. Is he going to yell at me? Kick me out of his house? Is the sweet Jared from last night, the one who helped me through getting attacked, gone?
"Which ones?" He asks me
I would continue watching, but I don't want to risk Jared coming home and catching me. I reluctantly turn off my computer and make my way upstairs and into the shower. I take a long cold shower for the first time in my life. I'm still aroused by the images I've seen and I need to get back to my normal self before Jared comes home. He can't know that I watched him.
I shower, dry my hair, and apply some make-up to my face. It takes me ten minutes to get dressed because I can’t decide on what to wear. I'm oddly concerned with my appearance for the first time since I came to California, and I try to convince myself that this has nothing to do with Jared. I decide on a pair of black, tight, skinny jeans and a loose fitting blue blouse that dips low in the front, exposing my perky breasts. Again, I'm not doing this for Jared. Just like I'm not wearing make-up for Jared, and I'm not going to walk back downstairs and sit on the couch to wait for Jared.
The time goes by slowly. I turn the television back on and click through the stations, stopping at a marathon of some sitcom I've never seen before. I'm trying to watch, but my mind can't focus on anything but Jared. I want to kick myself for watching his videos. If I had some self-control, my mind wouldn't be convinced that Jared is some Sex God that I need to sleep with.
I'm startled out of my daydream by the front door opening. I look up and turn around to see Jared walking in with Kelly behind him. She's rattling off some schedule information for the upcoming week.
Jared is walking towards the kitchen when he sees me and turns in my direction instead. He walks to the couch and sits down next me.
"How was the job hunt, Billy?"
I smile shyly and somewhat flirtatiously, and flutter my eyelashes towards him. "It was okay, but nothing looked very promising," I say in a whisper.
What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get it together around him.
Jared looks at me curiously, "Are you okay? You seem off." He gazes down my body and then drags his eyes back up. He spends a little extra time ogling my breasts before making eye contact with me. "You're dressed nice for applying for jobs on a computer."
I smile again and lean forward, wanting to get his attention on my breasts again. "This is how I usually dress, and I felt scummy, so I took a shower."
He watches me disbelievingly. I can tell he's trying to figure something out. I need to start acting normal before he decides to admit me to the loony bin.
"Jesus!" He shouts before standing up and pacing to the fireplace. He looks back up at me and then down to his feet. I'm not sure what is wrong so I look to Kelly for answers, but she's too busy typing away on her phone to realize what's going on."
"How many?" Jared asks me.
"What are you talking about?" I ask back. I'm seriously so confused right now.
"I come home, you're acting weird and you're all dolled up, and you're openly flirting with me. Don't play stupid, you watched me have sex. How many videos did you watch, Billy?"
Oh my God, he knows. It took him only a few minutes with me to realize I had seen him having sex with other women.
"I don't know what-"
"Don't lie to me, I can see it all over your face. I'm not mad, Billy. I'm surprised, but not mad. You're so innocent and pure, I can't imagine you sitting here and watching me. How many?"
I'm too ashamed to answer. He claims he's not mad I watched him, but the expression on his face and the tone of his voice says differently.
"Four," I whisper.
It's quiet, too quiet. I'm afraid to look up and see his reaction so I continue to stare at my feet. Is he going to yell at me? Kick me out of his house? Is the sweet Jared from last night, the one who helped me through getting attacked, gone?
"Which ones?" He asks me
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