ho-hum-hum-drum rhythm they'd been at before. Rebecca Reason didn't just casually tell me we were having sex in the morning. Rebecca Reason didn't talk dirty or tell me to fuck my cum into her.
The unsettling tightness that had been rearing its ugly head in the last few weeks gripped me again. Despite having just released, I felt my cock move again.
When she came out of the shower, naked and towelling her hair, I watched her move across the room.
"That was nice," I offered, hoping she would step over, lean down, kiss me and offer a reassuring smile. Or better yet crawl under the covers so I could bury my doubts under the feeling of her warm flesh again.
"I thought so too," was all she said, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of underwear. I watched her step into them. I craved something. I needed something from her. A sign that things were still the same, that she loved me, that my nagging doubt was just a fiction.
I jumped out of bed, crossed the room and took her in my arms.
She raised an eyebrow. "John Forrest! You just got some!" she teased.
I looked into her eyes, searching for more.
She kissed me on the cheek and pulled away. Dressed, she moved towards the door. "Time to get to work!"
I stood there and watched her go, my cock half-stiff again with need. I wished I could just follow her downstairs, tell her how I felt. What would I say? What would I say without sounding like a jealous freak? Did you fuck our guest?
The image of them together flashed through my mind. My cock bounced. Shaking my head of the picture, I found my own clothes and walked to the office. Work might give me respite from my madness.
Chapter 9
I stood there staring at the screen, my heart thumping again. How could I have been so stupid?
I
was always the one telling
her
to log out, to not just leave her stuff open, even though it was just the two of us.
The window that contained the message from the other night was hidden behind the new one she'd opened. The question tore at me:
Had she seen the message? Had she read it? Had she wondered who it was for? Had she clicked on my message? Did she have some idea of what was going on?
"For fuck's sake John!" I cursed under my breath, peering out the door and down the hall to see if she was there. She wasn't.
Suddenly I had to know. I had to find out if that was the reason she had acted the way she had in bed. If she'd seen the message and that was what the change was from.
"Beck?" I called, listening for where the response came from.
"Down here..." came her faint reply. Basement.
The dryer was spinning and the washer churning as I descended the steps and saw her stuffing sheets into the wash.
"Hiya!" she bubbled, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl.
Don't get me wrong, I
liked
her like this. I just wanted to know why. Why the change?
"You're cheerful," I said with a smile, bending down and pressing my lips to her forehead in another kiss.
"Well, life is good!" she said quietly, moving herself a little closer to me.
Why, Rebecca? Why is life so good all of a sudden? Why did we just have sex? Did you see the thing on the computer? The questions churned in my mind like the water in the washer that had begun to agitate.
"What's up?" she asked, looking up with innocent eyes.
Right. I was there to ask a question. What question? Why hadn't I thought this through?
"Hey I just wanted to say sorry for leaving myself logged in on the computer like I always tell you not to do." I tried to put on my best apologetically sheepish smile but I was watching her like a hawk. Watching her eyes. If there was truth to be found, it was in her eyes.
Nothing. Not a single hint or clue.
"Oh, no biggie," she said, waving it away with one hand.
Brilliant. Now what?
"Did you....still need to use the computer? I can log myself out again."
I felt like punching myself for that one. Real smooth John. Real smooth.
Her face got curious. "What? What do you mean?"
"I just thought," I agonized, trying
The unsettling tightness that had been rearing its ugly head in the last few weeks gripped me again. Despite having just released, I felt my cock move again.
When she came out of the shower, naked and towelling her hair, I watched her move across the room.
"That was nice," I offered, hoping she would step over, lean down, kiss me and offer a reassuring smile. Or better yet crawl under the covers so I could bury my doubts under the feeling of her warm flesh again.
"I thought so too," was all she said, opening a dresser drawer and pulling out a pair of underwear. I watched her step into them. I craved something. I needed something from her. A sign that things were still the same, that she loved me, that my nagging doubt was just a fiction.
I jumped out of bed, crossed the room and took her in my arms.
She raised an eyebrow. "John Forrest! You just got some!" she teased.
I looked into her eyes, searching for more.
She kissed me on the cheek and pulled away. Dressed, she moved towards the door. "Time to get to work!"
I stood there and watched her go, my cock half-stiff again with need. I wished I could just follow her downstairs, tell her how I felt. What would I say? What would I say without sounding like a jealous freak? Did you fuck our guest?
The image of them together flashed through my mind. My cock bounced. Shaking my head of the picture, I found my own clothes and walked to the office. Work might give me respite from my madness.
Chapter 9
I stood there staring at the screen, my heart thumping again. How could I have been so stupid?
I
was always the one telling
her
to log out, to not just leave her stuff open, even though it was just the two of us.
The window that contained the message from the other night was hidden behind the new one she'd opened. The question tore at me:
Had she seen the message? Had she read it? Had she wondered who it was for? Had she clicked on my message? Did she have some idea of what was going on?
"For fuck's sake John!" I cursed under my breath, peering out the door and down the hall to see if she was there. She wasn't.
Suddenly I had to know. I had to find out if that was the reason she had acted the way she had in bed. If she'd seen the message and that was what the change was from.
"Beck?" I called, listening for where the response came from.
"Down here..." came her faint reply. Basement.
The dryer was spinning and the washer churning as I descended the steps and saw her stuffing sheets into the wash.
"Hiya!" she bubbled, smiling like a giddy schoolgirl.
Don't get me wrong, I
liked
her like this. I just wanted to know why. Why the change?
"You're cheerful," I said with a smile, bending down and pressing my lips to her forehead in another kiss.
"Well, life is good!" she said quietly, moving herself a little closer to me.
Why, Rebecca? Why is life so good all of a sudden? Why did we just have sex? Did you see the thing on the computer? The questions churned in my mind like the water in the washer that had begun to agitate.
"What's up?" she asked, looking up with innocent eyes.
Right. I was there to ask a question. What question? Why hadn't I thought this through?
"Hey I just wanted to say sorry for leaving myself logged in on the computer like I always tell you not to do." I tried to put on my best apologetically sheepish smile but I was watching her like a hawk. Watching her eyes. If there was truth to be found, it was in her eyes.
Nothing. Not a single hint or clue.
"Oh, no biggie," she said, waving it away with one hand.
Brilliant. Now what?
"Did you....still need to use the computer? I can log myself out again."
I felt like punching myself for that one. Real smooth John. Real smooth.
Her face got curious. "What? What do you mean?"
"I just thought," I agonized, trying
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