Page 22 of The Power Play

Jade: I’m with Skylar. Have some fun.

Skylar: You deserve it.

Audrey: Hah! Thanks.

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I’m such an idiot. I should’ve told her. I shouldn’t have continued to watch her after I knew. Now, I’ll likely lose LaceyandAudrey. I don’t even know in what way I want Audrey at this point, but something about her pulled me in even before I knew who she was. Now that I know, it all makes sense.

I half expect her to move all her stuff out during the night while I’m sleeping, and I wouldn’t blame her. But then she said those two words that went straight to my cock.Good boy.That was Lacey, she wants to differentiate her personas, but I can’t. Not when I’m looking at Audrey, half-dressed standing in my room saying those words to me.

During morning skate, I was distracted by my thoughts, wondering if she left and if I could convince her to come back. The coaches notice how distant I am and end up giving me more drills which normally would be terrible, but today I’ll take the beating the exercise provides because maybe if I’m exhausted enough then my mind will stop racing.

When I come home, I can barely contain my smile to see Audrey is in the kitchen drinking some coffee and looking at something on her computer. Luckily, she’s wearing more than she was last night, but not much. A loose t-shirt is draped over her body and hanging off one shoulder while her legs are mostly exposed only having a pair of soft looking cotton shorts on. Her feet are covered in fuzzy socks which I never would have thought I would find attractive, but on her they just add to the appeal.

“Good morning,” I greet calmly.

“Morning,” she replies, casually. There’s a tension in the air, but there always is with us and it’s hard to ignore.

I don’t know what else to say to her, if I should say anything. Instead of possibly fucking up this situation further, I nod toward my bedroom and say, “I’m going to take a shower.”

A small smile creeps across her face before bringing her mug to her lips, “Have fun.”

I toss my gym bag on my bed before starting the shower to warm up and strip down. My cock is half hard just fromseeingthe woman in my kitchen and I groan in frustration at my subconscious reaction to her. As I’m about to step into the water I get a notification on my phone that I’ve forgotten to turn off.

Lacey is online.

I stare at the words; I can’t click on it to watch. I shouldn’t. It’s so wrong, especially now.

“Fuck,” I mumble, tossing my phone down on the counter and getting into the shower without giving in. I have to get used to this now, I guess.

My dick has not gotten the message and is fully hard now knowing how close it was to seeing our favorite girl. I refuse to touch myself as I shower. Because I know I’m going to think of Audrey and the fact that she’s online right now doing who knows what just down the hall from me.

It proves to be even more difficult than I thought as my imagination runs wild with everything Audrey could be doing in such close proximity to me. I wrap my hand around my cock once only to squeeze it hard to the point of pain where I hoped it would help it go down. It didn’t and it only tempted me to stroke my hand along it even more. But I don’t.

I’m in my room with the towel wrapped around my waist as I get some sweatpants to put on since I’m not leaving my room the rest of the day if I can help it. All to avoid any more interactions with Audrey for now. I find myself straining to listen if I can hear her through the walls, but this must be the best built building in the world because my room is completely silent. Or she’s not online anymore.

Once I’ve pulled on my pants, I stare at the notification on my phone debating if I should check. I should, just purely to see if she’s still here. I’m being ridiculous and should handle this like an adult, but I feel like a fucking coward and with that I’m taking the cowards way out. Which is why I click the notification, bringing me right to Audrey–Lacey’s–stream.

Normally, when I first bring up her videos she’s still mostly dressed, sometimes her tits are out with those fucking nipple piercings, but this is different. Very different. She isn’t wearing one of those wigs she normally does, but she still has one of her lace masks covering half of her face. She’s also not in any lingerie. She’s wearing the exact same thing I saw her in fifteen minutes ago. Well, she’s kind of wearing it because that looseshirt is pulled up giving a peek of her chest and the crotch of her shorts are pulled to the side giving the smallest glimpse of her bare pussy.

Was she not wearing any panties while sitting in my kitchen?

I turn the volume up because I need to know what she’s saying. My mind is spinning, and I can’t even form enough thoughts to stress about how wrong this is when I know it’s happening so close to me. She’s touching herself, albeit just barely only a few feet away from where I am.

“My roommate is actually home this time, so I need to be quiet,” she says. I assume answering a question from the chat that I’m not paying any attention to. “Unless,” she continues, “I should see if I can be loud enough he has to come in here.”

My cock twitches, it’s still impossibly hard and I feel like I’m going to get light headed soon from the lack of blood flow to my brain since it’s all going south.

“Do you guys think I should tempt him to join me?”

Join her?

Her fingers swipe through her pussy again, I can see the wetness before she rubs her clit slowly and lets out a moan, not trying to muffle the sound. I don’t even know if I’m only hearing it through my phone speaker or in person, I’m too distracted thinking about her trying totempt me to join her.Unless it’s all talk. She doesn’t actually want me to find out and go in there.

Then why would she do this while I’m home?

“No, we haven’t fucked, yet,” she bites the corner of her lip on the last word.

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