claimed his mouth. Even so, he had the feeling it was the calm before the storm, because there was no way Joshua could be as relaxed about the situation tomorrow night, Hol y or no Hol y.
* * * *
In the flat next door Hol y stood in her shower, begging the warm water to purge her of the powerful connection she was experiencing. After the evening spent with Joshua and Stewart it was even more intense, and now as she tried to wash it away in her bathroom, she felt a wave of warm emotion from very close by. It dawned on her that their bathroom backed on to hers.
Joshua was thinking about her, and it was as if he craved her company again, even though she had just left. Much as she had al evening, Hol y felt as if he was drawn to her emotional y and physical y. When she tried to rationalise it, she knew it should feel like a dangerous game to her—being around him and feeling those things when he was in a couple with another person—but his spirit was fraught with tension and her nurturing instinct was triggered by that. It meant that she wanted to respond to him, to be there if he needed her. As she reflected on it, it seemed as if that feeling tied into what Faye had said about responsibility. That was how Hol y had felt, ever since the accident. And more than that , she admitted, with a sigh. Caring was one thing, wanting was another.
While she had been with them the psychic link had felt less of a burden—as if she was going along with the flow of events, rather than secretly spying. And Joshua had wanted her there. That was the key element for her. He’d wanted her to say yes to the surprise invitation. The initial chaos he’d felt made her want to leave, but that lasted only a moment and what won out was hope, hope that she would go along with it. How could she not agree?
Everything in her wanted to be there with him, partly to support him, partly because her connection demanded it. She’d had a crush on Joshua before the accident; she admitted that to herself now. There was no denying it. Truth be told, she had a crush on both of them, hard as it was for her to come to terms with that. The opportunity to spend some more time with them had presented itself and she was glad. At least being with them while being connected to Joshua felt much less deviant, she mused.
She turned around under the shower, sluicing water through her hair, rinsing away the shampoo. She froze, and her lower lip caught between her teeth as she was once again swamped by images of the two of them. They were making love next door.
It was so intense and sudden that she reached for the ceramic soap holder, holding on to it to steady herself. Stewart had grabbed Joshua and pul ed him on to the bed. He tugged his jockey shorts off, and was now marking Joshua’s fit buttocks with his teeth, biting him playful y while he eased one finger into his back passage. Joshua’s response was intense, his erection throbbing as he lay face down on the bed, his torso arching up, fingers clutching at the pil ows. A moment later Stewart doused him with lube between his buttocks, donned a condom, and laid over him.
The speed at which anticipation built in Joshua was staggering. Hol y was right there, as if she was lassoed and physical y pul ed into the moment, her body brimming with sensory stimulation, her womanly centre throbbing.
With his lubed fist wrapped around Joshua’s cock, Stewart entered Joshua’s back passage. The intense stimulation from Joshua made Hol y grasp for the shower curtain. Her legs had gone weak under her. She reached for the shower controls and turned the water off. She had to get out of there and sit down, before she slithered to a damp heap of arousal on the cubicle floor. Almost staggering, she grabbed a towel, wrapped herself in it and sat down on the toilet lid. Closing her eyes, she hunched over, arms wrapped around her waist, scarcely even aware of her wet hair dripping on to her thighs.
Stewart crooned to Joshua while
* * * *
In the flat next door Hol y stood in her shower, begging the warm water to purge her of the powerful connection she was experiencing. After the evening spent with Joshua and Stewart it was even more intense, and now as she tried to wash it away in her bathroom, she felt a wave of warm emotion from very close by. It dawned on her that their bathroom backed on to hers.
Joshua was thinking about her, and it was as if he craved her company again, even though she had just left. Much as she had al evening, Hol y felt as if he was drawn to her emotional y and physical y. When she tried to rationalise it, she knew it should feel like a dangerous game to her—being around him and feeling those things when he was in a couple with another person—but his spirit was fraught with tension and her nurturing instinct was triggered by that. It meant that she wanted to respond to him, to be there if he needed her. As she reflected on it, it seemed as if that feeling tied into what Faye had said about responsibility. That was how Hol y had felt, ever since the accident. And more than that , she admitted, with a sigh. Caring was one thing, wanting was another.
While she had been with them the psychic link had felt less of a burden—as if she was going along with the flow of events, rather than secretly spying. And Joshua had wanted her there. That was the key element for her. He’d wanted her to say yes to the surprise invitation. The initial chaos he’d felt made her want to leave, but that lasted only a moment and what won out was hope, hope that she would go along with it. How could she not agree?
Everything in her wanted to be there with him, partly to support him, partly because her connection demanded it. She’d had a crush on Joshua before the accident; she admitted that to herself now. There was no denying it. Truth be told, she had a crush on both of them, hard as it was for her to come to terms with that. The opportunity to spend some more time with them had presented itself and she was glad. At least being with them while being connected to Joshua felt much less deviant, she mused.
She turned around under the shower, sluicing water through her hair, rinsing away the shampoo. She froze, and her lower lip caught between her teeth as she was once again swamped by images of the two of them. They were making love next door.
It was so intense and sudden that she reached for the ceramic soap holder, holding on to it to steady herself. Stewart had grabbed Joshua and pul ed him on to the bed. He tugged his jockey shorts off, and was now marking Joshua’s fit buttocks with his teeth, biting him playful y while he eased one finger into his back passage. Joshua’s response was intense, his erection throbbing as he lay face down on the bed, his torso arching up, fingers clutching at the pil ows. A moment later Stewart doused him with lube between his buttocks, donned a condom, and laid over him.
The speed at which anticipation built in Joshua was staggering. Hol y was right there, as if she was lassoed and physical y pul ed into the moment, her body brimming with sensory stimulation, her womanly centre throbbing.
With his lubed fist wrapped around Joshua’s cock, Stewart entered Joshua’s back passage. The intense stimulation from Joshua made Hol y grasp for the shower curtain. Her legs had gone weak under her. She reached for the shower controls and turned the water off. She had to get out of there and sit down, before she slithered to a damp heap of arousal on the cubicle floor. Almost staggering, she grabbed a towel, wrapped herself in it and sat down on the toilet lid. Closing her eyes, she hunched over, arms wrapped around her waist, scarcely even aware of her wet hair dripping on to her thighs.
Stewart crooned to Joshua while
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