Hey," I make her look at me. "We don't have to stop. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to either. I just," I'm watching her move further away from me until she's leaning against the dryer. She's closing herself off. "I had fun today. What we did was great. I thought so, at least. I thought you had fun too."
"Matthew," she says, struggling to get her point to come out.
"What's wrong?" I ask, even though I know. Of course I know.
"Everything." She nudges me away and motions with her hands to put some kind of invisible wall between us.
"I know," I try to understand, but my feelings are drastically different than hers toward the situation. Similar, yes, but different.
"I'm sorry. I'm embarrassed," she shakes her head while looking down.
"You don't have to be sorry or embarrassed."
"Well I do feel that way. I'm so ashamed. You must think I'm awful." She's trying to whisper, but not successfully.
"Why would I think that? I just had the best time with you."
More tears fall. "It was. It was a great time. I just can't stop thinking about Michael and my husband." Her bottom lip trembles as she looks down and she uses her sleeve to wipe under her eyes.
She feels guilty. Her feelings are completely justified. I feel the same way, but I'm not allowing my guilt to stop me. For me, the pleasure outweighs the guilt. For her, the guilt appears to be too heavy for her to handle.
"I know." I look down, sharing part of the shame with her for betraying my best friend. We can't take it back now. The damage is done, and I really don't want to take it back anyway.
"I allowed all of this to happen." She says.
I shake my head, "No."
Nodding, she argues me, "I did. My son is your best friend. How could I let this happen? I cheated on my husband. This isn't okay. It's not right."
"There's no reason to blame yourself. We've both been making decisions for what we wanted." I tell her. "That's all it is. We're doing what we both want, right?"
She's hesitant, but she nods, agreeing with me.
"It feels good, right?" I ask.
"Matthew, you make me feel amazing, but all the pleasure comes at a cost. I understand what you're trying to say, but please hear me. I don't know if I can ever be okay with this." Her hand rests over her chest as she says this. I've never seen her like this. She's conflicted as she looks at me. A mix of shame and longing all packed into one stare.
I don't know what it feels like to be married and committed to someone like she is. I can't imagine what she is actually feeling right now, but I can try. And I can comfort her and be there for her in the only way I know how.
"This hurts." She says, looking straight into my eyes. I hear her. But that doesn't mean I'm not disappointed. I have to acknowledge her and what she just admitted to me or this won't end well for either of us.
"I'm sorry." I hesitate before I say what I know I have to say next. "We can stop. We should stop." Her head shakes like she wants to say no, but she's silent. "I don't want to hurt you. I know your family is the most important thing to you. I get it." I tell her, and I am sincere, no matter how disappointed I am to say it.
"It is. I love my family." She finally releases me to wipe tears from her face and I take a step back from her.
"I don't think any less of you for being with me like this, if that helps." I assure her.
"I don't know that I want to stop this." She says, shaking her head. She's not looking at me now. "I'm having a hard time accepting that I want you in this way." She whispers. I can tell it was hard for her to admit that last part.
"Then what do you want to do? What do you want me to do?" I shrug. Feeling like she invited me back, I step closer again.
She looks up to me with a daring expression and places a hand on my chest to push me back in the nicest way possible. "Just give me a couple of days."
"A couple days?" I try to step closer again and she surprisingly lets me.
"Just," she pauses, looking at her hand still on my chest. "Please." Her eyes are begging for me to pause, but I know what she really wants right now. Probably the same thing that I want.
"A couple days," her voice is smaller, still pleading.
*
I gave Jenny a couple days like she had asked. Only a couple days turned into three days. Then three days turned into five days. By then, I was already back home with my mom and dad. My grandmother was out of the hospital and my parents brought her back in state. Now she's living 20 minutes away in a nursing home. I visited her once since then with my mom, but she hardly recognized me. It was difficult accepting that reality. I wanted to talk to Jenny about it. I don't know why. But we weren't talking, so I couldn't.
Halloween came and went. I braved going back to their house to hang out with Michael a few weekends in a row, but it was clear Jenny was blowing me off.
I was upset. The most confused kind of horny I had ever felt. I jerked off a lot during that time in between. I would think about how when Jenny was in my bedroom, almost reliving the moment perfectly. Sometimes I would even think about things I should have tried with her then, but didn't.
November crawled by with the pace of a slug and I found that Michael wanted to come over to my house more so than he wanted me to go to his. I think he just wanted to get out of his house. Which sucked.
I hadn't seen Jenny in over a month at this point. Thanksgiving break was a blur and before I knew it, I was back in school daydreaming about different sex positions in the middle of class. I was doing poor in most of my classes due to having great difficulty concentrating. At home, I was jerking off more than ever before. Morning, afternoon, night. Whenever I got the chance. Sometimes I would brave the bathroom at school when it became too much and I couldn't wait to get home to do it. I was a mess in November.
In December, it was awkward when Anna and I met again. We had heavy snow fall on the first Friday of the month right when school was letting out for the day. My mom and dad weren't home for the evening yet because of a Christmas dinner for my dad's work. I heard a loud knock downstairs. Thinking they were back early and forgot their key, I rushed downstairs and opened the kitchen door without peeking through the closed curtain. A short, small framed Anna was standing there under the glow of the porch light, a fresh blanket of snow in the yard behind her with her boot tracks trailing where she had walked through it.
"Hey," I greet her, surprised. Confused.
"Hey." She gives a small wave and only stands there. Why is she here? "It's cold. Can I come inside?" She asks.
"Uhm," I look over my shoulder, knowing I have the house to myself right now. Still very confused as to why she is here with no Michael in sight.
"Michael told me to meet him here." She elaborates once she notices my confusion.
"Oh," I open the door a little wider. Makes since, I guess. How else would she know I lived here if not for Michael telling her? "And where is Michael?" I ask, glancing toward the dark ally just past the backyard, but there is no sign of him or anyone still. She steps inside and looks around the kitchen. I close the door, leaving it unlocked for whenever Michael decides to show.
Anna shrugs, "Your guess is as good as mine. I thought he would already be here."
"I'll call him." I say.
"You have a bathroom I can use?"
"Down that hall," I point, "first door on the left."
I pull my phone out of my pocket while she slips her wet, squeaky boots off on the mat. As it's ringing for Michael, I watch her as she walks away. The bathroom light turns on, illuminating the hallway before she steps inside. I stand by my initial thought of her when we met, she is naturally beautiful. I can see why Michael is drawn to her. Vivid memories emerge from that night Michael and I had our way with her outside the primary school because that's what she wanted from us. Why did I agree to that again? I still can't believe it happened.
"I'm almost there." Michael says when he answers my call, pushing away my memory of when I first met Anna.
"Did I forget you were supposed to come over?" I'm sarcastic with him.
"Dude chill," he laughs, "I'm walking. About 10 minutes away. Is Anna there yet?"
"Yah. Why aren't you driving?" I ask, knowing he has since gotten his learners permit.
"Mom wouldn't let me take the car. Something about it being too late, blah blah blah. She's been unbearable lately. I didn't even want to ask her to drive me this time." He says.
Huh, wonder what he means by that? "Unbearable how?" I'm careful with my words.
"I don't know, man," Michael starts to cough and I hold the phone away from my ear. Anna opens the bathroom door and steps out, the sound of the toilet refilling with water loud behind her.
I teeter my phone back and forth at her and mouth Michaels name. She steps toward me and takes it.
"Almost here?" Her voice is soft and sweet when she talks to him. She doesn't talk to him now like how she did that night the three of us were together. Girls are weird. But I can hear Michael's voice change an octave too and roll my eyes, making sure Anna doesn't see.
"Okay, see you in a little bit." She ends the call and hands my phone back over. "Thanks."
We fall into an awkward silence while standing in my parent's small kitchen. Anna looks around at the several rooster trinkets my mom has decorated with, including a rooster and hen salt and pepper shaker set on the glass stove top.
"Want to go up and wait on him?" I point toward the ceiling. Anna nods. She follows close behind me as we come up the stairs. The ceiling light is off in my room when we walk in. I immediately turn it on, blinding as it is. I will not be in a dark room with my best friend's girlfriend that I've messed around with before. It's bad enough I'm alone with her at all right now.
Images of her sucking my cock on Michael's couch flash in my mind. I have to stop these thoughts.
"So," My voice cracks and I clear my throat, "how've you been?"
Anna sits at the end of my bed and examines my bedroom. It's a mix of tidy and messy at the moment. I'm not too worried about her wandering eyes.
"Fine," she says, small smile and all. This is not the same girl I met a few months back. Maybe that's a good thing. "Is it bad that all I can think about right now is when the three of us messed around that one night?" And there she is. Yeah, this is the same girl.
Not expecting that she was going to bring it up at all, I'm at a loss for words. My face must look so dumb right now.
"Music?" I ask after a moment of saying absolutely nothing in reply. I grab the stereo remote on my dresser and quickly turn on the radio. The local pop station comes through the speakers and I switch the volume to a comfortable low.
"Was I that bad?" She asks with an innocent grin.
"No," I answer by reflex. When really, I shouldn't have answered that at all. She baited me with the question. "I mean, we probably shouldn't talk about it. You know? You're dating Michael."
She nods. "I'm just saying I remember that night very well, and how you made me feel." She says, and as if it's an after thought, she adds, "Both of you." She rubs her thighs together sitting there at the edge of my bed. Horny as hell, still being deprived of anything from Jenny for months, I cross my arms and lean back against my dresser.
I don't know what Anna is trying, or if she is actually trying anything, but I won't additionally betray Michael in this way. Not with his girlfriend. Not after having sex with his mom.
"Everything going good with Michael?" I change the subject. Why are we in my bedroom again? How did I let that happen? Right. It was my idea. We should have waited to come up until after Michael got here.
"Yeah." She looks down. This is awkward. She doesn't say anything else. I try to keep her talking until Michael gets here, which should be any minute now, I hope.
"I never see you around school. Did you graduate already?" I never thought to ask her or Michael that night. She's probably a little older. I remember her fixating on mine and Michaels age, but maybe she was only checking before we did anything.
"Michael said you space out a lot," she says.
Huh? I cock my head to the side and wonder what she could mean by that.
"Oh, no," she holds her hands out defensively and smiles, "That wasn't a jab or anything. I just meant, I remember talking about this that night. I told you guys I was 23 when we were walking and when Michael and I were trying to talk to you, you were in your head or something. That's what he said anyway. I just turned 24 in November."
I guess I do space out a lot, but I never had someone bring it up so directly. I don't remember that conversation at all.
I think about Jenny while looking at Anna sitting at the foot of my bed. How I ate Jenny out twice that evening right there. I wonder if it'll ever happen again. That's a thought that's been haunting me lately the longer she hasn't spoke with me. I may never have sex with her again. I would be crushed if that were the case. I need to try to reach out to her, if anything, just to talk it out.
I need closure. And whether Jenny wants to admit it or not, she needs it too.
"Sorry," I apologize to Anna for spacing out, because I just did it again.
"It's okay."
"Why were you guys coming over here again?" I ask, knowing it was never really explained why. Michael knows how my mom is if it's this late and he's over just to visit. Not to mention Anna being here too. A girl. I'll never hear the end of it.
"Michael wanted to." She says, "He didn't want to be at his house. Something about his mom being depressed. I don't blame her. For how long her husband is gone throughout the year, I'd feel the same way."
"Depressed?"
She nods, "That's what Michael said."
"Hm," I stare at a random stain on the rug in front of my dresser. "That's rough." I need to see her soon. I have to talk to her. At least about this. If she's depressed, it has to be because of what we did and she's still not handling it well.
"Honey, I'm home!" Michael shouts from downstairs and the back door squeaks then slams shut.
"Up here!" I call back.
Michael's heavy steps announce his arrival on the floor in seconds. He rounds the corner into my room and immediately heads to Anna. "What's up, Matt?" He says without sparing me a glance.
I nod at him, even though he still isn't looking at me. He's gentle when he grabs Anna's face and kisses her. "Hi." He says, looking down at her.
Her expression is different now, more like a loving girlfriend. "Hi." She says in return. "You're cold." She complains as he pushes his face into her neck. He takes his jacket off, never leaving her side, and throws it to the floor.
"Really?" He rubs his nose into the side of her face. "You're warm."
Anna yelps and falls back on my bed laughing. Michael follows her down, hovering over her body. Is that what Jenny and I looked like, I wonder? Only less clothes?
I take this opportunity to move the clean clothes I put on my computer chair days ago to the floor in front of my dresser. I sit down in the chair, ignoring the flirty couple having fun on my bed.
"Stop!" Anna laughs and her words are muffled with what sounds like another kiss.
"I missed you." Michael mumbles against her neck. I risk a glance in their direction and his mouth is at her neck and I watch him kiss the flushed skin there.
Anna's eyes are glued to me. I don't understand her fixation. Maybe this is one of her kinks. Does she want me to watch them?
I look away, focusing on my computer screen, checking random social media feeds I've been neglecting. I hear them both whispering, but can't make out what they're saying. I don't risk a glance, I know Anna will be looking.
"So your parent's car wasn't in the driveway, Matt." Michael mentions. "Where are they on this nice Friday night?"
Still not looking over at them, I tell him, "Christmas dinner party for dads work. It'll probably be late when they get home."
"Interesting." Michael says. I glance over, being sure to only look at him, but my eyes are drawn to his hand rubbing on Anna's thigh. He's dangerously close to touching in between her legs, but he doesn't.
"What's the plan?" I ask. "Want to watch a movie or something?"
"Nah," Michael returns his attention to Anna. Their position has somewhat changed. Instead of laying on my bed from head to the foot, they've sprawled themselves out in the opposite direction with their legs hanging over the side. Michael has his arms underneath her back, both of them in a somewhat missionary position.
"Did you just come over to use my bed, then?" I joke, half serious.
"I mean it didn't look like you were using it," Michael jabs back at me. If only he knew who I recently shared my bed with. The silence between us is thick. I'm not amused.
"Be nice," Anna scolds him. Her hand rubs up and down Michael's back, forcing him to relax into her. He turns his head away from me, laying on her chest.
"Yes, ma'am." I hear him mumble.
Anna looks at me and her hands run up to the back of Michael's neck and thread into his hair. He groans as he pushes his body against hers. I would have missed it if I wasn't watching Anna's reaction to the move.
I'm not going to lie, I'm feeling a little awkward being the third wheel in this situation, but this is getting me aroused. Although, I feel like I've been in a constant state of arousal for the last few months now with only memories of what Jenny and I did, this feels different.
"Maybe you guys would like some privacy?" I call out the situation directly. Maybe they will stop.
Neither of them speak to acknowledge me, but Anna does shake her head at me, continuing her scalp massage on her boyfriend. Well that didn't work. I sit back in my computer chair and look at the screen again.
Mindlessly scrolling through an Instagram feed with nothing interesting to keep my attention, I see out of the corner of my eye more movement from my bed. I look over and find Michael sitting up and looking down at Anna as he rubs her thighs. Her eyes are closed now as Michael lulls her with his hands to a state of what looks like pure relaxation.
I watch his hand move further up, touching her through the crotch of her jeans. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing, eyes still closed. He remembers that I'm in here, right?
I look away, thinking that's my cue to get out of here and I begin to stand up. "Don't go." Anna's small voice speaks up from my bed. I pause and our eyes meet again. She's convincing when she looks like this and is clearly giving me a direct request not to leave the room.
"Stay." She says. Michael isn't looking at me. His hand travels up Anna's chest and he rubs his thumb across the hardened nipple hiding underneath her thick sweater. Her mouth opens momentarily out of the pleasure then she tries to regain a relaxed composure quickly after he moves his hand away. the edge of my chair, I feel like a creep watching my best friend with his girlfriend, but he isn't objecting to me being in here either.
Michael's hands move back to her thighs again, rubbing up and down. Her hips try to follow his slow movements and it's clear that her arousal is building. I can see it in her eyes when they meet mine every few seconds to make sure I'm still watching.
Anna reaches up and grabs Michael's shirt collar to pull him down to her. She kisses him and he grinds his hips into her again. Pleasurable chills run throughout my body when Anna moans into his mouth from the friction.
"Take your top off," I hear Michael whisper when their lips separate.
Anna's hands travel down to the hem of her sweater and she lifts it up. Michael grabs her waist as he watches her lift the article of clothing over her head, exposing a dark red bra. The cups are a thin material and the shadow of her nipples underneath are on full display for both Michael and I to see.
As if he were thinking it too, his hands slide up from her waist, over her ribs and capture both breasts in a perfect hold. While her breasts are still a good size for as tiny as she is, Michael's hands cover them entirely.
They are really doing this right in front of me. I'm almost certain this is one of her kinks and Michael is letting her use me to get that extra arousal out of her from it.
Anna's eyes find mine again and she raises her hips toward Michael's body then wraps her legs around his waist to bring him closer. He catches himself on the bed just in time as she pulls his body where she wants him. He grins and lowers to lay on top of her. His head buries at her neck and Anna reacts to his lips against her, a groan slipping out of her open mouth.
I feel myself getting hard and Anna's eyes are on me still, darting from my face to my lap. My hands are gripping the arm rests on the computer chair and she spares a glance at that too.
She looks away briefly to whisper something in Michael's ear. He pulls back and I'm surprised when he glares down at her.
He shakes his head. "We've already talked about this. The answer is no." He's very stern with her, and he grinds his hips against her again. Hard.
The look she gives Michael is one of a child that was just told she cannot pick out a toy at the store. I study her face and don't falter when her eyes return to me.
Now she looks upset. Angry, even. While still looking at me, her hands move up to her breasts and she pulls the thin fabric of her bra up, exposing herself to the room.
Michael watches her from above and his hands immediately cover both of her breasts. To anyone else, it may look like he's just grabbing her to touch her, but it's clear to me that he's trying to shield her from me.
She pushes his hands away and half covers her breasts with her own hands. Her hands are not as large as Michael's are and I don't have to imagine at all what she looks like underneath.
Michael glances over at me. "You wanna scram for a little bit?" He nods his head toward the open bedroom door.
Before I can even think of a response, Anna is giving one for me. "He's staying." She says. They both lock eyes for what feels like several seconds. He leans down to her ear and she pulls away from him, refusing to hear what he has to say.
"I already told you--" Michael says, his voice a warning.
Anna holds her ground though. She removes her hands from her chest and Michael tries to cover her but she slaps his hands away. He is pissed off, I can't tell if more at her for acting like this or at me for staying in the room.
We both watch as Anna unbuttons her jeans and pushes them halfway down her thighs. Michael is at a loss for words as she tries to undress herself in front of both of us.
My hard on is apparent in my jeans now and I don't try to hide it. As much as I want to leave the room, I also really want to stay. I haven't had any action in months since Jenny. Other than watching porn on my phone, if you even want to call that action. The only actual action is from my own hand. I'm staying put. Plus, I have to see where this goes. They are either going to fight or fuck. One of the two.
Anna pulls her black panties to the side at the crotch while eyeing Michael. The look she's giving him is one of direct defiance. They clearly had a conversation previously about what she is doing right now. About their sex life and him not wanting to invite me or anyone else into it.
But she's inviting me. That much is clear. I know it, Michael knows it, and he doesn't like it.
His hand reaches between her legs. At first I think he's covering her up, but that's not the case entirely. He rubs her there and she watches him until he slips his middle finger inside and his palm cups her. A short moan escapes her open mouth as she watches him and the palm of his hand rubs against her clit. My cock is rock solid in my pants now, throbbing as I watch Michael finger Anna on my bed.
She reaches up to him and he leans down until she can wrap her arms around the back of his neck. She pulls him closer and kisses him before quickly pushing his head down between her legs. He removes his hand and immediately settles his mouth right over her pussy.
Anna sighs and throws her head back to my bed, grabbing the hair on Michael's head. Her breasts on full display now, I can't look at anything else for awhile until I remember what Michael is doing between her legs, and I have to watch that too.
When her eyes dart back over to me, I'm suddenly aware of myself sitting up straight on the edge of the seat as I watch. Never did I think I'd be watching my best friend and his girlfriend messing around like this in my room on my own bed.
Anna lifts a hand toward me and motions with her finger for me to come to her. I stare for a moment and think better than to do as she asks. I shake my head, no.
"Come over here." She says, trying again. It startles me how much I want to. I'm aware that Michael does not want me to interfere with what they are doing. And to be honest, no matter how bad I want any sexual encounter right now, this wouldn't be the smartest idea. I don't want to be on Michael's bad side. I've already been a shit friend unknowingly to him.
I look to Michael, his face still between her legs but he slows his movements and I notice him look up at her. He removes his mouth, a liquid string of her shining arousal clinging to his bottom lip until he allows enough distance from her pussy and his mouth for it to break.
His fingers take the place of his mouth and he watches her. Her eyes are still on me, longing.
"Look at me." Michael says to her. She finally does and he spits on her pussy. This keeps her attention momentarily as his mouth replaces his fingers again. I know he's pissed. It appears he has to fight for her attention right now. I'd be upset if it were me, too.
Her breath hitches and her head falls back again. Michael pulls her jeans down the rest of the way until they are on the floor and he spreads her legs apart, holding her panties to the side still. He pulls her to the edge of the bed as he sits on his knees there on the floor in front of her. Her hands reach for her breasts and my memories immediately flash to Jenny.
I feel precum wet in my underwear, but I ignore it.
"I want him here." Anna looks at me again then back to Michael. He shakes his head, lips covering her clit and she moans. She doesn't mean that she just wants me in the same room. She wants me on her, around her, in her. Michael can see through her and he is not having any of it.
Her entire body twitches once and she hugs her arms around herself and one of her thumbs rubs absentmindedly against her nipple. She squirms on my bed and both of her legs rise straight up into the air in front of Michael. He pushes them back toward her head to give himself a better angle between her legs.
His tongue is visibly flicking against her clit from where I'm sitting and I'm hypnotized. I can't look away. I should, but I don't want to. She is soaked there, between her own arousal and Michael eating her out.
Anna hugs her legs to her chest and Michael adjusts himself again. He slaps part of her ass, part of her thigh and she gasps as his tongue is constant right at her clit.
Her eyes are closed now as she lets herself go to feel everything. She must be going crazy knowing I'm just right here on the other side of the room watching her. She loves this game and Michael is eating it up how aroused she is.
Without thinking, I stand from my computer chair, needing to be somewhere different. Michael immediately removes his mouth from her and looks over at me.
I've never seen him give me such a threatening look like he is now. He reminds me of an aggressive dog when you try to move his food bowl. He will snap at me if I make the wrong move.
But I'm only standing to stand. I lean against my dresser and cross my arms. It's hotter in the room now. I want to take my sweatshirt off but I know it will look like I'm trying something if I do. The sweatshirt stays on and I force myself to deal with it.
He returns his mouth in between Anna's legs, but his brief absence did not go unnoticed by her. She is locked on me now that I'm standing up from the computer chair. My hard on stands out. I know this. And that's exactly where she is looking.
Something must have changed in the way Michael is eating her out, she's not breathing like she was before, her moans have become quiet to nothing at all. Michael notices and he stands up in front of her. I watch him unbutton his pants and he reaches for her to sit up.
Anna forces herself to look away from me when Michael pulls his dick out in front of her. She grabs his length and looks up at him. The look she's giving him makes my cock pulse and I almost leave the room to jerk off in the bathroom just outside my bedroom. I so badly want to touch myself.
Michael removes her hand and slides the head of his cock just inside her mouth. His other hand holds her head and he controls her movement. She keeps her eyes locked to his as she sucks. Her hands reach up between his legs to touch his balls.
When he lets her go, she moves slower, massaging her tongue over just the head of his cock. Michael sighs as he watches her, seemingly forgetting that I'm even in the room.
Anna tries to take more of him into her mouth, but she struggles and Michael doesn't try to push her. She could take some lessons from Jenny. Memories from that rainy evening return to me as Jenny took my cock down her throat without any trouble at all in this very room. It was the single most hottest thing that ever happened to me, right up until she put that condom on me and fucked me.
The sound of two car doors slamming shut one after the other just outside downstairs alarms all of us. Anna pauses and Michael turns to look at me.
"My parents." I say.
"Shit." Michael looks back at Anna and she has removed her hands from him entirely. She leans down to grab her jeans off the floor and stands up to slip them back on. Michael puts his dick away and I turn to adjust myself.
"Stay here." I say and leave the room. I hear the kitchen door open as I'm coming down the stairs. My mom walks in first and her eyes are glued to Anna's boots on the floor mat as she's taking her own off.
I immediately let her know. "Michael and his girlfriend are here. They are about to leave."
"It's pretty late," she says. Of course, she's not saying what she really means to say. Which is: "it's too late to have friends over Matthew. And a girl? What the hell is she doing in the house?"
"I know, sorry," I lean against the small island counter. "I didn't know they were coming until last minute and I couldn't say no then."
"It's fine. Just wrap it up, your dad has work in the morning." She's taking her earrings off as she says this and waits for me to answer.
"Yeah. Okay." I answer. I'm annoyed. I've never done anything to break any kind of trust with them, but my parents, more so my mom, have always been strict with me. I look forward to when I can move out and get a place of my own.
My dad is quiet as he comes through the open back door a second later. "Hey." He says when he notices me.
"How was the Christmas dinner?" I ask.
He watches to make sure my mom has left the kitchen before he answers. "One of my coworkers got drunk. She vomited everywhere." He exaggerates with his hands as he whispers.
I smile, not believing him.
"It was pretty uneventful." He admits. "Did I hear Michael's over?"
I nod. "He's about to leave."
"Tell him I said hey. Haven't seen him in awhile."
I nod again as he removes his coat and says goodnight. It's almost 11:30 now and I should be seeing both Anna and Michael off before my mom decides to come upstairs.
I return to my room to find only Anna. She's completely dressed again like nothing ever happened. She just had Michael's dick in her mouth minutes ago. She's standing beside my dresser admiring a random poster of guitar chords on my wall. I tried the instrument a year ago but it never stuck. The poster never found it's way off of my wall either.
"Where is he?" I ask.
She looks at me for a moment before answering. Her arms are crossed at her chest and she eyes me up and down. "Bathroom." She says.
I nod and step further into the room by my computer desk to turn it off for the night. I feel Anna still standing close behind me and then her hand rests on my lower back. I pause and wait until I have to turn to acknowledge her.
Her nipples are still erect through her sweater and I can't seem to look away. She catches onto my stare and moves closer. I turn toward her and try to keep some space between us by placing a hand on her shoulder, but she's determined to do whatever she plans to do.
She wastes no time touching me through my jeans. I'm still hard and I really think she just wanted to check if I still was.
"Anna," I say, grabbing her wrist. I don't forcefully try to move her hand like I thought I would though. "You shouldn't do that." I shake my head.
Her eyes are begging and disappointed all at the same time. We both hear the toilet flush and she squeezes my cock through my jeans and steps even closer.
This girl is bold. She's not listening to me. "Michael--" I say, reminding her of her boyfriend who is seconds from coming back into the room. He clearly did not want Anna to have this kind of physical contact with me. She doesn't seem to care at all.
But I do care. I'm annoyed that she's not listening. This kind of girl could ruin a friendship with how she's acting. I'm doing a great enough job ruining it on my own. I don't need her to speed up the process.
"He doesn't want you and me to be like this." I tell her. She rolls her eyes when I finally push her hand away. I'm definitely going to jerk off after both of them leave. I am throbbing.
"It's no big deal." She shrugs her shoulders but doesn't try to touch me again. In fact, she moves back across the room in front of my bed to stand.
"You're dating." I remind her, adjusting myself in my jeans for the second time.
She shrugs again. "He knew I liked this kind of stuff before I agreed to go out with him. I want this and it's not cheating."
I'm sure I'm looking at her like she has two heads. This girl is bad news. I was only half serious before about her ruining mine and Michaels's friendship, but I think she actually could. It doesn't seem like she would care at all either. She may have done this very thing before.
A strong feeling of dislike develops toward her. I don't want her in my house anymore. I need Michael to leave so she will follow him.
I have nothing else to say to her. She's hearing me but she's not listening. I should tell Michael about this. But what he if gets mad at me instead of her? Would he even believe me?
When Michael returns to my room, he reaches for Anna and wraps his arms around her from behind. He kisses her cheek and looks at me.
"We're gonna head out." He's hesitant toward me and Anna nods, agreeing to leave. She doesn't think I will talk about what just happened. And I won't. Not while she's here. I'll talk to him alone the next chance I get.
"Yeah." I agree with him to get her out of here.
I follow them downstairs and Michael turns to me while Anna is putting her boots on at the door.
"I'll text you tomorrow." Michael tells me. He gives me a look like he wants to say something more, but he doesn't.
I don't think I will feel right about this until we talk more about it and what just happened with Anna behind his back. If she isn't getting what she wants from me, I'm sure she will seek it from somewhere else where Michael won't even know about it. I don't like this at all and I hate even more that he brought her here and put me in this situation.
I wake up the next day around noon to my phone buzzing on my nightstand. My bedroom is cold as fuck and I pull my blanket over my head.
My phone buzzes again and I reach outside of the protection of the warm blanket to grab it and pull it in. Michael is text messaging me. I read the preview of the text message through squinted eyes.
He's asking if I'll come over to his house to hang out later today. Nothing else. Just like it was normal and I hadn't just watched him have oral sex with his girlfriend on my bed last night.
I decide to walk to his house a few hours later. I can't muster up the will to ask my mom for a ride. I don't feel like dealing with it if I don't have to. It's only about a 45 minute walk. I've walked it before. It's not that bad.
My toes are numb by the time I make it to the front door of Michael's house. Michael text messaged me while I was walking and told me to come on in when I arrive because the door will be unlocked.
I'm hesitant as I walk through the front door, Jenny on my mind. To be honest, she was on my mind most of my walk over. While walking and trying to figure out how to tell her son that his girlfriend is all wrong for him, my mind had wandered to when Jenny sucked me off on her couch downstairs that first night. With it still very fresh on my mind, I open the front door, eyes locking on that same couch. The living room is empty. I'm surprisingly relieved when I don't see Jenny sitting there where I thought she would be.
I'm on a specific mission right now and I've thought about everything I want to say to Michael on my way over. I hurry upstairs directly to his room. His door is open and I give a quick knock as I walk in out of habit, announcing my arrival. Michael is standing. He acknowledges me and I notice he is tidying his room.
"Hey," he says and throws a dirty shirt at me. I toss it to his hamper and miss. "Took you long enough."
"I walked." I say, sliding out of my winter coat. I hang it own the back of his door and take a seat on one of the bean bags in front of his television.
He's silent as he finds all the dirty articles of clothing and throws them toward his hamper. I ignore a pair of pink panties that I assume are Anna's as he skips picking them up. Jenny may not be too kind to want to wash her son's girlfriend's underwear.
The silence draws out for longer than I am expecting it to. I watch him as he continues to tidy his room. I've never seen him clean with such purpose.
I want to talk about what happened last night. Pretty much all of it. Now. "So, what was that last night?" I ask. I'm going for a direct approach. There's no other way I can do this.
He shrugs as if to say 'you know how it is.' He goes back to cleaning. I'm annoyed with his response. I'm annoyed with how he acted last night and is acting right now. Annoyed that the two of them showed up out of no where. Annoyed that I have to have this stupid conversation with him right now and he's trying to slide it under the rug.Hey." I try again. He doesn't even look in my direction. "Hey!" I raise my voice trying to fight for his attention.
"What?" He's forced to look at me now.
"What was that?" I ask again, feeling myself becoming angry.
"What?" He acts confused. He's playing dumb with me now. That makes me more aggravated.
"Don't what me. I'm talking about what happened with you, me and Anna last night. What was that?"
"Man, come on." He shrugs me off yet again and is back to absentmindedly cleaning his room. I just watched him move a pair of shoes from one side of his closet to the other. Then, he grabs the blanket laying across the end of his bed, unfolds it, folds it back and lays it exactly how it was before.
I should approach this differently maybe. "Michael, just talk to me. Come on."
He pauses and looks at me. He wants to say something but he doesn't.
"It freaked me out yesterday. I didn't know what to do. You're in a relationship with this girl now. What should I have done?" I ask, trying to get something or anything out of him.
"Nothing. You did everything right. I talked to her about this. You don't have to worry about anything. It's not your problem." He says.
That's not good enough for me. I know he can see that I feel it's not good enough because I'm not even trying to hide my feelings about it. And this is my problem because he made it my problem.
He sighs and drops his cleaning act. "Okay, listen. I don't want to make it weird okay. And I didn't want to have to bring it up beforehand because I knew you would say no."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"She was begging me. For weeks. She wanted a repeat of that first night we all got together. Obviously, I didn't want that. But she kept on and on about it. So I compromised with her." He says.
"A little transparency would have been nice. Or anything at all."
"Matt, I wasn't even sure that it was going to happen at all. I just fucking went with it. You know how she is, she--"
"No. I don't know how she is. She's your girlfriend. The girl showed up at my doorstep in the middle of the night--"
"It wasn't the middle of the night--"
"Whenever!" I'm getting angrier. He's not helping. He's making this worse. I was expecting a calm talk and this is going in the opposite direction.
We both fall quiet. He notices my mood and I can tell he's trying to be careful with what he says next. I have no right to speak to him this way with everything I've already done to him to break his trust. Things that he will never know about.
"Go on then. Say what you have to say." He says,
"You two sprung that on me and I didn't feel like I could say no or stop it. And even when I tried to, if I wasn't shut down by you, it was her."
"Hey I tried to get you to leave the room." He argues. "And I don't see why you're even pissed about this. I brought a fucking girl to you." He says this like he did me a favor. "You haven't hooked up with anyone since her. I thought you'd be okay with this. You had a good time watching, didn't you?"
"Man, I am this close," I warn and take a step toward him. He takes a step closer too. He knows I've never been in any kind of fight and I can see he's a little hesitant because of how mad I am. I'm so pissed at him right now.
"I don't trust this girl." I tell him. "She's hot and what she wants to do with you and apparently me is hot. But that's not a girlfriend. Not a good one at least. This girl is playing you. I felt it before you showed up last night and I felt it right before you guys left when it was just me and her alone in my room and she was trying to get with me behind your back."
"What do you mean? What did she say?" He asks. He perks up with extreme interest in my response.
"She was all over me, Michael." I tell him. "She--"
Michael waves me off. "Now I know you're bullshitting me."
I give him a quizzical look. He doesn't believe me? I had doubts that he would, but it hurts knowing that he actually doesn't.
"I talked to her. We talked about this before. I asked her not to get physical with you anymore that was our compromise. She wouldn't have done that." He shakes his head.
"Michael,"
"No, man." He raises his voice now. "Just stop. I don't know why you're trying to sabotage this for me. Do you want her for yourself? Is that it?"
"What? Are you crazy? No!"
"I appreciate you trying to act like a loyal friend and all, but this is what turns her on. She eats this shit up. Do you know what we did after we left your house last night? We fucked like bunnies in the alley. She was so wired from it."
"Act like a loyal friend?" That's the only thing my mind is fixated on right now. I can't believe him. "Listen to what you're saying, bro."
"Just go home, Matt." Michael waves me off again. "I don't need this right now."
What the hell? He invited me over. I just got here. "I don't know if you think I'm lying or joking with you, but I can tell you I am not. This girl is going to fuck up our friendship."
"Oh this is what's going to fuck it up? This?" He asks in a sarcastic tone. My heart drops. He couldn't know about me and his mom. I have to keep reminding myself only two people in the whole world know. I know his mom isn't going to admit it. And I'd be a fool if I told on myself.
"You're a fucking asshole, man," I tell him, shaking my head.
"Stop calling me an asshole," he pushes at my chest. I'm so angry I push him back, hard.
"Really?" He throws his arms out wide to his sides. "Are we gonna do this?"
Adrenaline flying off of both of us, I step toward him, not giving him a chance. I grab the collar of his shirt. He holds me back and punches me in the face. The noise is disgusting. I hit him back, not as hard, and then we're both on the floor struggling for the upper hand.
"What are you doing?!" Jenny's voice is loud at the bedroom door. I don't even look at her. Michael ignores her too and he hits me again. He gets on top of me and I cover my face.
"Stop! Michael, get off of him! Stop!" Jenny is loud behind Michael. I catch a glimpse of her trying to pull him off of me but he pushes her back. I feel the floor vibrate and hear a loud thud simultaneously and look to see that Jenny fell down to the floor. I push Michael off of me with all my strength and hit him again. His nose makes a horrid cracking sound under my fist and he backs off, holding his face.
"Fuck!" He shouts.
Jenny and I make eye contact briefly before I'm back on Michael, pushing him against the wall. I hear the drywall splinter and crack then Michael grabs at the collar of my shirt and jabs against the side of my head as I hold him against the wall.
"Stop!" Jenny is up again behind me now grabbing at my waist to try to pull me away. "Matt!" Her nails dig into my back painfully and she pulls me hard when her hands move up to my shoulders. I hear my shirt rip and I lose my balance. We both fall back on a pile of Michael's bed sheets and clothes on the floor. I land on her and hear the air being knocked out of her lung from my weight. Her hands wrap in front of me on my chest and her fingers lock together. I look up at Michael who is still standing, his back leaning against the wall while he holds his nose. I try to stand up, but Jenny moves quick and locks her legs around mine. I grab at her thighs on either side trying to pull her off.
"Fuck," Michael curses out again and pushes off of the wall. The drywall and paint are cracked and a large, shallow crater is evident in the wall there now.
"Is your nose broken?" Jenny asks him. Michael doesn't answer her and he stumbles out of the room and down the stairs. "Michael!" Jenny calls after him.
We hear the front door swing open and I feel Jenny jump underneath me when it slams shut. The sound of glass shattering and falling on the wood floor downstairs makes Jenny whimper underneath me.
I'm breathing hard and she will not let me go. Did that really just happen? The adrenaline I feel is insane. I really wish Jenny was not here right now holding me down. I would have ran down the stairs after him, I think.
I can't relax. I'm tense and I know Jenny can feel it as she tries to hold me still. "Are you okay?" Her voice is soft beside my ringing ear.
I give a quick nod. I can't speak. It's probably best if I don't say anything at all right now.
"Does he know?" Jenny asks after a moment of listening to me trying to calm down my breathing. This adrenaline rush is no joke, my hands are shaking.
I know what she's asking. Of course she would be worried about Michael finding out about us. In her eyes, why else would Michael and I get into a physical fight if not because he found out his best friend fucked his mom? I shake my head, giving her peace of mind.
"Why did that happen, then?" She asks. She tries to rub my chest. I can't have her doing this right now. I'm too riled up. I try to get up but she's actually using strength to hold me down to her.
"Can you let me go?" I am using everything left in me to be calm toward her. I shouldn't be in this house right now feeling this way.
"No." She says.
"Jenny." I warn her.
"Tell me what happened."
"We got into a fight. Let me go."
She's brave continuing to hold me like she is. I feel my cock getting hard with mixed feelings toward the situation. I don't need this right now. If this were last night, I'd be all over her right now.
She finally releases her hold around my chest, but I choose not to move. I feel her breasts against my back every time she breathes. My grip on her thighs tightens and her hands slide up my arms, groping my biceps.
"You should stop." I warn, releasing my hold on her thighs. Jenny holds my arms tighter in response.
"Talk to me." Her voice is small and delicate behind me.
"You want to talk now?" I'm quick to snap back. I should get up and leave and think about talking later, but I've been bottling it in. "It's been months, Jenny."
I feel her lips rest against the back of my neck, "I'm sorry," her voice is still soft and calm.
"Oh, you're sorry." I'm taking most of my anger for Michael out on her. It's wrong, but I can't stop now "That makes it better. I fell great now." I lay the sarcasm on strong and I can't stop the word vomit. "Ya know, I've been pretty miserable. The least you could have done is told me that you made up your mind about me."
"Made up my mind?" She asks. "What do you mean?"
"You clearly made the decision to avoid me like the plague. And that's fine and all. I half expected it, but I would have appreciated some kind of closure and an honest conversation before you went back to your husband." I don't know why I even said that to her. Maybe I'm just trying to make her mad because I am mad. I'm looking for any kind of fight right now.
"Hey," her grip loosens on my arms. "That's not fair."
"You want to talk about fair now?"
"Stop that." Her legs unwrap from around mine and she pushes hard at my back. I scoot away from her and lean against the opposite wall. She stands from the ground and points her finger down at me while I look up at her. "I know you're upset, but you can't talk to me that way. I don't know how you speak with all these other girls you hook up with or how you treat them afterward, but you will not treat me like that."
Her threat is very real. I feel like I've been put in my place, but that only makes me all the more frustrated by her response. "You know what, Jenny?" I stand up from the ground so I'm above her. Now she has to look up.
"What?"
"You know what?" I ask again out of anger building even more.
"What?" She raises her voice.
"I spent a lot of time thinking about you and what we did. You threw me to the curb when I was trying to comfort you that night. A couple day," I repeat her words when she asked for space that night in the laundry room. "You don't give a shit about me. You just wanted a fuck. That's all you've wanted from me since that first night downstairs on the couch--"
"Shame on you," she says in a hushed voice. "You truly think that? Is this how you see me? You don't think I know what we did? How this feels? I think about it every day, what we did." Her voice is small and miserable as she interrupts me.
I don't know what to say. I don't know that I have anything else to say. Only, I do. I've been wanting to speak to her for months. But now is the worst time for us to talk. I'm not thinking rationally and frankly, I'll say anything to hurt her feelings right now just because I can. We're both vulnerable and I'm the only one taking advantage of it. So I'm the bad guy, and she's making that clear.
We fall quiet having a stare off in Michael's room. I wipe my nose and mouth. When pushing my hair off of my forehead, it stings and I look down to see blood smeared on my hand and I gather that I'm bleeding. Jenny only watches me as I leave it to dry on my hand.
"I'm pissed off." I say, then realize how juvenile I must sound to her.
"I know you are." She says after thinking for a moment. "I know it's not all because of me. Why did that happen?" She brings it back around to the fight I just had with her son.
I shake my head and look away from her. She's too forgiving with how I just spoke to her. She's dismissing the problem that I have with her all together to focus on mine and Michaels. What am I going to do? Tell her that Michael and his girlfriend used me yesterday to spice up their sex life? No. Absolutely not. It goes so much deeper than that and I don't feel like talking about it. Not right now.
"You're unbelievable." I say under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear me. I'm well aware of how hard my dick is and the pounding in my head. I don't know if I need to lay down or fuck right now.
"Matthew." Jenny tries again.
Why am I here still? What is my presence accomplishing right now? "I should go." I say. I'm only capsizing the longer I stay here to talk to her. She's saying everything wrong and I'm saying everything wrong and I can't fix this.
She looks like she wants to stop me, but she's silent.
"I honestly don't know that I can stand you right now." I add, trying to hurt her feelings still. I watch her face for the reaction I want and it's working. "I can't look at you. I got what I wanted from you and I don't need this right now." I voice, shaking my head again. I'll regret my words later, I'm sure. But maybe it's best that I say them now.
"Well then leave. Get out of here." Now she's angry.
I turn to walk out of the room, "Fucking crazy." I say, loud enough for her to hear me as I take the stairs.
"Matthew!" She yells and I hear her following me down. "Leave!"
She pushes at my back when we reach the first floor. Glass crunches underneath my shoes and I look down. The hardwood floor at the front entrance is covered in broken glass from the front door where Michael slammed it too hard and the glass windows on it shattered. Cold December air is spilling into the house.
I turn to see Jenny's face in a fit of rage as I open the door to leave. She's crying. "Go." She says again. She notices the glass on the door is broken then. Her eyes travel to the floor to see all the broken glass and she looks stunned and heartbroken all at once.
"Jenny--" I say, letting go of the door handle.
"Please, just go." She turns away and disappears into the kitchen. I stare at the broken glass still attached to the front door, feeling even worse now. Jenny returns a few seconds later with a hand broom and a dust pan and pushes me out of the way.
I comply with her, getting out of her space. She lowers to the floor and sweeps up glass into the dust pan, ignoring me now. I watch her clean the entryway quickly until all the broken glass on the floor is gone. She raises back up without even looking at me and leaves the room again.
When I hear her emptying the broken glass into the trash bin in the kitchen, I close the front door and follow her in there.
Jenny turns her head when she hears me enter the kitchen. "I told you I want you to leave, Matthew. Now." Her voice is more stern than the first two times she told me.
"I'm not leaving." I tell her.
"You going to break something else then?" Her voice cracks as she sets the hand broom and dust pan down on the counter. I shake my head, moving closer to her. We both know I didn't break the glass windows on the front door, but she's blaming me for it.
"I don't want you here." She warns. "You are not welcome right now." Her hand stops me at my chest, preventing me from coming any closer. I cover my hand over hers and move it out of the way.
"I'm telling you to stop." She warns again. I half expect her to slap me as I'm moving closer to her. I want her to slap me. I feel like an asshole. I can't leave now. Not after the way I spoke to her. Now that I'm calming down a little, I know that the guilt will eat me alive.
"Just," I sigh, annoyed at this entire situation. "Can you just let me--" Let me what? I don't know what I'm trying to do. I step completely into her space and she stops pushing me away. I feel her breath at my neck when I reach her. I rest my mouth on top of her shoulder and my hands on the counter on either side of her. She doesn't touch me. Her knuckles are white as they grip the counter behind her.
"I'm sorry." I say. She remains silent. I go on, "I'm upset. I'm riled up from that fight. I should leave, but I don't want to leave it like this."
She's listening to me at least. Her knuckles are still gripping tight to the counter. I'm waiting for her to relax.
"I can't stop thinking about what we did in my room. And when we came back here that night, I was worried. I accepted what you wanted. I gave you the space you asked for. You asked for a few days, but it's been months, Jenny." Standing up straight, I look out the window behind her just over the sink and observe the snow covered back yard. "Understand where I'm coming from." I say.
Looking down, the white in her knuckles disappears and I take advantage to lean into her more. I can't see her face. I don't know if she is still crying.
"Can we talk?" I ask, kneeling back down closer to her ear.
I feel her nod against me, then I pull away to look down at her. Her eyes are glazed with tears and her make up is smeared. I reach up and rub underneath her eyes and she lets me.
"I'm sorry." I say again.
She replaces her hands with mine to wipe under her eyes. I return mine to the counter behind her. I'm still hard as a rock and I'm surprised when I look down and see her hardened nipples poking through her white shirt.
She sees me looking and taps a finger just under my chin, making me look up at her face. She shakes her head. I almost don't notice her grin, but it's there and she's not quick enough to hide it from me. "Stop looking at me like that." She says and covers her breasts while looking down. And that's when she sees the bulge at the crotch of my pants.
I want to tap under her chin like she did mine, but think better of it. "Stop looking at me like that." I say instead, trying to imitate her. This makes her look up at me just as well as that chin tap would have worked. I don't try to cover myself from her view though. I want her to look at me. I glance back down at her chest, even though her hands are there blocking the view. Watching her hold her breasts to conceal them is just as much of a turn on.
I feel the mood shift in the room. I know Jenny can feel it, too. The talk I just asked for is pushed to the back burner. It's probably not the smartest idea right now after everything that just unfolded, but the feeling is very forceful, at least on my end. I take the chance while I have it and step closer, pushing my hips against her.
She looks down again, her forehead resting against my chest. "I'm sorry." I say again, kneeling my head down close to her ear like before. She's not pushing me away like I half expected. She's really not doing much of anything at all, which makes me nervous.
relax into her more when I feel her hands leave the counter and rest at my waist.
"What you said," She says, stopping me. I pull back and look at her. "Upstairs when you--"
"I didn't mean it." I shake my head.
"You still said it." Her eyebrows are knitted close in concern remembering my hurtful words to her earlier.
I'm ashamed, but I had purpose for saying what I said. Even though I didn't mean it. It doesn't make it right, what I said. I can only apologize now.
"Are you going to tell me why that happened with Michael?" She asks after a moment, talking still on her mind.
"Not right now." I shake my head. "Later."
She doesn't seem satisfied with my answer, but she has to accept it for now. She knows that it wasn't about me and her. That should be good enough for now.
She leans back to look up at me and I take a step back so I can see her face better. "I'm sorry I ripped your shirt." She says. I feel her fingers sliding along the rips near my shoulders and she touches my warm skin underneath.
"It's okay."
Her hands slide down from my shoulder to my chest and then her palms rest flat at my stomach. "You're still really tense." She looks up at me. Her hands travel back up to my shoulders and she squeezes.
I nod. I'm going to feel like this for a little bit. I don't see this feeling going away anytime soon at all, actually. I'm still very much on edge and I feel like I could snap any minute. If Michael were to come back right now wanting to fight more, I definitely would. Even if he doesn't start it up again, I think I would.
Jenny is cautious as she rubs my shoulders. She's trying to calm me down, I know. But she's really only getting me worked up. She has to feel it. My hard on is grazing against her through too many clothes.
It's all I can think about right now; sinking into her. And right here in the kitchen too. Right out in the open. I don't much care right now for any kind of consequence. My hand wanders until it settles on her waist. I squeeze her there, similar to how her hands are working on my shoulders.
I release a shaky breath and step closer. If she didn't feel me before, she does now. I glance out the window above the sink behind her again. It's doesn't feel like I've been here that long, but the sun has already started to set. It's like that in the Winter though. I should be heading home soon. Mom will be wondering where I am. I told her I wouldn't be out long. Just going to Michael's house, I told her. That's what she knows. She would lose her shit if she found out what I've been doing with his mom.
"Matt." Jenny's voice is small in front of me. I place my other hand on the back of her neck and squeeze there too. Not as hard as I am her waist. Just enough to bring her attention to it. She sighs and out of the corner of my eye, I know that she's looking up at me. I avoid eye contact with her. I'm still staring out the window at nothing in particular in the back yard.
"I didn't just want a fuck." She says. She's still obsessing over what I said to her earlier. I can't say anything else to make her believe I didn't mean it.
"I know." I tell her. "I didn't mean anything I said upstairs." I remind her again.
She nods multiple times, concern still etched across her face. "Do you want me?" She asks. This forces me to look at her. How can I not after hearing her ask? I don't know how to respond right away.
She rubs both hands down my arms and squeezes my biceps before returning to my shoulders.
Moving my hand from her hip, she looks down and watches as I slide it between her legs. "Oh," she gasps. She wasn't expecting it. To be honest, neither was I. Heat is radiating from her pussy through her jeans. I rub her slow there, maybe a little too rough, but she doesn't correct me.
Her mouth falls open when I find the right spot and rub in a continuous, slow circle using only three fingers. A held back moan is released from her throat and heavy breathing follows. I lower my face down to her open mouth, hovering my lips just over hers. Her eyes are barely open, but they are locked on me.
"Hmmm," she moans into my open mouth. Her eyes close when I change movement between her legs to a more gentle approach. She looks down between our bodies and watches.
"Take them off." She whispers.
I don't know if she means mine or hers, but I'm going with hers. I reach for the button then the zipper on her jeans. They are laying around her ankles in seconds after her request. My hand is immediately drawn right back between her legs and I rub her through her underwear. I can feel the wetness soaking through the cloth material, how easy my fingers slide it against her pussy. Her hand holds my wrist and she watches as I massage her there.
This is risky right now, what Jenny and I are doing. Michael could easily decide to return at any minute. I don't know where he ran off too. Maybe he went to Anna's. Maybe the hospital. His nose could be broken. It wasn't clear.
He could enter through the front door, giving us seconds to conceal what we are doing. Or he could enter through the kitchen door right beside us, giving us no time at all. We'd be caught at that point. No reason in trying to hide it. And Michael would beat the living shit out of me on this white tiled, cold kitchen floor.
My guilt is nonexistent right now. I'm still pissed at him. And we're still friends, sure. But I'm angry. I don't owe him my guilt right now when he didn't show any for what happened last night. He didn't even believe what I revealed to him about what Anna did in my bedroom with me when he wasn't around.
Maybe I'm not being fair. These are two completely different things to feel guilty about, I know. But I can't make sense of anything right now when I'm this wired up from my first fight.
I grab one of Jenny's thighs with my free hand while I'm still rubbing her covered pussy with the other hand. Her leg lifts and wraps around my waist and I hold it there. Her elbows are resting on the counter behind her as she watches me touch her body. Her breasts stand out in front of me, begging to be touched. Nipples like high beams pointing directly at me through her white shirt.
Removing my hands from her pussy and thigh, I reach up to grab her waist. My hands travel higher until I'm grabbing around her body just beneath her breasts. I bend down to one nipple and wrap my lips around it through the cloth material of her shirt. A moan escapes from her as she watches me play with her.
I switch to her other breast, gently biting her nipple through the shirt and it hardens even more against my lips. I pull the front of her shirt up and examine her thin, white bra underneath. She stays motionless there, leaning back against the counter observing me.
Watching her face, I move her bra up, releasing her breasts from its hold. Jenny grins at me and we both look down at her now exposed chest at the same time.
I kneel back down to her breasts, biting the smooth skin just around her nipple and sucking there before eventually taking her nipple directly into my mouth. Quick breaths come from Jenny and quieted moans follow as I take my time with each of her breasts. Her skin reddens around her nipples as I gently bite her there. When I pull back, I look down at freshly sucked nipples and rub my fingers over the reddened skin there.
Face flushed just as red as her chest is, she looks horny as hell. It's the simplest way to describe her appearance, but that's what she looks like. Aroused. I've haven't seen this look on her. Not even months ago in my bedroom did she carry this look.
She doesn't just want this from me. She needs it. Her chest heaves in a quick rhythm along with her breathing as she watches me. She's trying to guess my next move. I step back from her so I can see her entire body. I lean against the island counter behind me about 4 feet away from her. Still breathing quickly, I watch her breasts rise and fall, and then I can see when it happens. A look of impatience towards me forms across her face.
I smirk at her and rest my hands on the counter behind me. She starts to look serious now that I'm not giving her what she wants from me. Her serious expression turns into annoyance. Looking down, I run my eyes over her body starting at her bare feet. Her legs are slightly spread apart from where she had been accommodating my body to stand between them, her panties are still on, but the crotch of them is bundled from where I was touching her and tugging at the cloth there. Her elbows are still resting on the counter behind her, leaning back while her shirt and bra are still shoved up, her breasts revealed to the room, nipples peaking, pointing directly at me.
"Come here," I finally say, happy to end her apparent torture as she waits. She straights up from the counter right away and comes forward until she reaches directly in front of me. "Take it out." I say, looking down. She copies me, following my gaze down to the crotch of my jeans.
She looks back up to me, watching my face for a second then lowers down to the tiled floor in front of me. I watch her, following her movements. Her hands rest against my legs to help balance herself while her face is level with my hard on.
"Go on." I say.
Jenny's hands move from my knees to my thighs. She skips over the best part, as I expected she would, and reaches for my belt. She gets it undone with the minimal light coming through the window from the sun setting. Neither of us bothered to even turn the kitchen light on when we came in the room earlier. It doesn't seem to matter much at all right now anyway.
She unbuttons my jeans and I watch her pull the zipper down over the prominent bulge. Pulling my underwear as far down as she needs to pull them, my cock gradually springs out toward her and away from my body.
I reach for my cock and jerk slowly in front of her face only a few times before letting go. Shes looks back and forth between my face and my cock, her fingers still gripping at the waistline of my underwear settled around my thighs. I watch her for a second. My cock twitches over her as I witness this horny woman admiring me and her desire bleeds out right before me.
"Play." I encourage her, watching her reaction. Her eyes light up while kneeling before me on the floor. She reminds me of a lioness stalking with her pack. A hungry wolf hunting down her prey. A cougar about to leap from a tree to capture her meal. Her eyes. I can't look away from her eyes.
Her warm hand find my balls first. She's gentle. The opposite of what she really wants to be with me, I'm certain. I'm holding myself back, too. If I really wanted to, I would back her into the corner like I had her months ago and slide my cock down her throat without thinking twice about it. I set the impulsive thought aside for now.
Her mouth is there a second later on my balls then her hands come up to rest on my thighs as she takes turns popping each ball in and out of her mouth. A sharp pain from her nibbling causes me to jerk away from her. My balls drip with her saliva and I grab her chin with one hand and my cock with the other. She looks pleased with herself while looking up at me. What the fuck was that?
The sun is casting a dim orange glow of light directly through the kitchen window. It's almost reaching my eyes, nearly blinding me. I tilt my head to the side to evade it. "Open your mouth." I tell her, letting the pain of what she just did slide away. She does as I say and I rub the head of my cock against her tongue. I slap it against her open mouth. She closes her eyes as I move up to her forehead. My balls fall over her lips and she takes them into her mouth again. Precum smears against her forehead as I tap my cock against her face playfully.
Jenny moans with my balls in her mouth. Another quick, sharp pain jolts me again when she bites the skin on my balls. I jerk them out of her mouth and grab to hold her face forcefully. She watches me with amusement in her eyes combined with the same look of arousal I saw form several minutes ago. Holding her face, I slap my cock against her cheek hard four times. She closes her eyes tight, but doesn't try to move away.
"Stop it." I warn her, still holding her face with one hand. Her body, I notice is jumpy with excitement after I'm done chastising her. I jerk myself in front of her slowly, precum emerging again at seeing her reaction. Why is she doing that? As an afterthought, I slap my cock against her cheek again twice, not as hard as I just did though.
She nods, agreeing to stop. I let go of her face and she replaces her hand with mine on my cock. She captures the head in between her lips and slowly sucks with the pressure she knows I like. I'm amazed she remembers. Considering a couple months have come and gone since we were last together in this way.
Random thoughts come to mind. I'm not dumb. Thanksgiving just happened and I know her husband came home for it. I'm sure he took her to bed while he was here. There's no way that didn't happen. Christmas is coming up. I know he'll return again and have her. Why am I even thinking about this? Am I jealous?
I lean back against the counter, letting the bright setting sun heat my face and push reckless thoughts way. I close my eyes to shield them from the bright orange light of the setting sun while paying close attention to the feeling of Jenny's mouth on my cock.
"Mm," I groan, feeling her hand bravely returning to my balls. I allow her to touch me there for now. I'm on high alert, but she's gentle again, and there is no sharp pain from her hands.
Why did she do that before? Twice. Was she too excited? Maybe she knew I wouldn't like it and wanted to see if I would react. Maybe it was small pay back for how I spoke to her upstairs earlier. She did seem excited when I reacted to it, whatever the reason. It hurt, what she did, that's for sure. If I wasn't all riled up from the adrenaline, I probably wouldn't have reacted the way I did.
"More." I tell her, eyes still closed.
She takes more of me into her mouth, the head of my cock just reaching the back of her throat. She's steady with me here, taking me in and out of her mouth. I look down at her when I feel one of her hands sneaking underneath my shirt to touch my stomach. I lift my shirt up over my head and throw it on the floor beside us. Her hand rubs along my abdomen and she takes me deeper into her throat. She gags momentarily, rare for her, then I feel her throat relax around my length. Her eyes water, I'm sure as an after effect from gagging on me.
"More," I tell her again. I thrust forward and she gags audibly again, tears escaping. I hold her head and she moves closer on her own. I feel her throat relaxing again as she takes me all the way in.
I hold her there and thrust so slowly against her face. My cock moves in and out of her throat and the sound it makes echoing off the kitchen walls is hot as hell. Heavy breathing followed with the sound of a wet slurping mouth.
Jenny moans and her eyes close as I thrust against her face. Heavy, tearful eyes look up at me as I pull my cock out before going all the way back down her throat. Jenny's hands are grabbing both of my thighs and she keeps still, letting me use her how I want.
She gags again, the muscles contracting in her throat. I let go of her face, giving her the control back. She seems to handle it better that way anyhow. I watch her take my cock back down her throat with ease on her own terms. It turns sloppy. Drool strings from her lips down to her chest. My entire cock and balls are coated in her saliva. Her hand flies over my cock, so slick. Almost too slick.
"Stand up." I stop her, helping her to her feet. I grab her bunched up white shirt and pull it over her head the rest of the way and use it to wipe her mouth and chest clear. I throw it to the floor along with the pile of other discarded clothing slowly getting larger.
While she stands in front of me, I lean down, burying my face into her neck. I bite her there, hard. She moans and digs her nails into my bare chest. That hurts and I grab her hands to pull them away. I bite her neck again and suck at her skin in the same spot right after, still holding her wrists in a tight lock.
"Fuck me." She says. I pull away from her neck, wanting to see what her face looks like after hearing such a request. Not disappointed in what I find, I'll remember her face this way when I need it the most. This is what Jenny looks like when she asks me to fuck her.
I grab her arms and turn both of us around. She leans forward onto the counter and I tap my cock against her pantie covered pussy Pulling them to the side, I slide into her easily. We both groan and it takes me only a second to realize that I don't have a condom on and she didn't ask me this time.
"Oh fuck," I look down as I pull out of her slightly to see the shine from her pussy on my cock. I pull her by her hips back against me, sinking back inside. She moans in response to me handling her this way. Her hands rest on the marble counter in front of her and she looks back at me pleadingly as I pull out and sink back inside. Anchoring my shoes to the outside of her legs, I grab her hips to thrust into her.
Her body rocks against the counter and she holds onto the side of it to keep herself in one place. The back of her bra is distracting and in my way when I try to rub my hand over her skin. I unhook the bra, needing three attempts, and rub a free hand over the bare skin there. My rough fingers press into her back, turning the skin just underneath white for just a second. I rub higher, squeezing tightly to her shoulder once reaching it.
"Mmmm," she moans into the counter top when I'm forceful with her.
I can't believe this is happening again. There was a moment where I didn't think it would. With Jenny, it's always been a surprise. It just happens when it happens. I'm never prepared, but I'm always ready for it.
Rubbing my hand from her shoulders all the way down her back again, I feel her muscles relax and constrict as I pound into her and then she tenses up again when I slap her ass. She gasps at the rough contact from my hand and I hear a small laugh. I smile at her reaction and slap her again.
She sits up straight, only touching the counter with her hands. I grab her waist and thrust against her in quick bursts. She leans her back against my chest when I slow down, I reach around to grab both of her breasts and rest my lips at her neck again. She leans her head to the side to give me room. I suck and bite her skin there until she moves away from me and leans back over the counter.
Jenny widens her legs and sticks her ass out to me further. Removing my cock, I grab her panties still around her waist and pull them down to her thighs. They stay there and I watch her skin react as I slap her ass again. It jiggles under my hand and reddens.
I watch her hips move back and forth in front of me, a visual representation of her impatience yet again. I sink back into her and her warmth hugs my entire cock and I savor it, pausing to really get a feel of her around me.
"Oh yeah," I whisper, my breath shaky. Jenny glances back at me and leans over the counter further. Her continued impatience shines bright as she moves herself back against me in a continuous movement. I stand in place, watching her take my cock and using it as her toy.
"Fuck me," she begs. There's no reason to deprive her. I grab her hips and move closer again to sink all the way inside. Jenny sighs and lays her head down on the counter as I take her.
"Mmmm," she moans. I'm a little rougher this time. My hands have made red marks on her hips I notice when I look down. I release her there then slide them back up to her shoulders, but her skin is red there too. I've marked her in several places this evening with my hands and mouth. She doesn't seem to mind right now. I keep one hand on her shoulder and move the other down to her hip.