Page 25 of A Constant Surprise

“One day, during my senior year, she just couldn’t take it anymore. She took a full bottle of narcotics after we left for school. When we got home, it was too late. I was the one who found her.” She choked on the last words.

“Oh, shit Sam, that’s awful.”

She started crying harder and trying to talk through the ever-growing sobs.

“Sometimes…I still…dream about that day…walking in…to find her…like that.” A sob came out between every few words.

She barely got through the sentence before entirely breaking down again. She was crying so hard I worried about her being able to breathe.

“Okay…shhh. Come here.” I pulled her close leaning her head against me, and I held her as she let it out.

I figured that this had to be the reason why she was so guarded and why she saw herself so broken. Nobody came out of a situation like that unscathed.

I felt a sense of appreciation that she had shared something so deeply personal, but I also hated that it came from such a traumatic dream about what had to be the worst day of her life.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally calmed down. If there were still tears, they were the silent kind.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Why the hell are you sorry?”

She sat up slightly to look at me. “For this. For coming in here and blubbering and unloading all my emotional baggage all over you.”

“Hey, you never have to apologize for that. You can talk to me about anything. Tears or not.”

“Okay…well, thank you.” She laid her head back down.

“Do you have this dream a lot?”

“Not as much as I used to. I used to have it almost every single night after it happened, but I haven’t had it in years. Maybe that’s why it rattled me so much tonight.”

“Well, it’s alright now. You’re awake, and it’s all in the past.”

“Do you mind if I just lay here for awhile?”

“Not at all.” I kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair as we laid there bathed in a now comfortable silence.

A little while passed before she started fidgeting. I swear the only time the woman sat still was when she slept.

“You okay? Want me to turn on tv or something?”

“No. No tv.”

I felt her hand begin to run across my chest and stomach. As she moved lower, her fingertips were grazing under the elastic of my boxers.

Sparks shot through me as I tried to keep my cock at bay.

She would bring her fingers back up to my chest and then run them all the way back down again…back and forth…moving a little lower with each pass.

Finally, without anymore warning, she grabbed me through my boxers.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she rubbed me up and down through the fabric.

She planted soft kisses on my neck as she pulled it out from my boxers and gripped it tighter. I was usually a man who could hold out for awhile, but I was about to cum apart just with Sam’s hands.

She started slowly trailing kisses down my chest…down my stomach…down my waist. But she stopped just shy of taking me in her mouth.

A look of almost panic covered her face. As much as I wanted her mouth on my cock, I wasn’t going to ask her to do something she was clearly uncomfortable with.

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