Page 92 of As They Are
This was getting out of hand, but I had nothing in me to stop it. She felt so good, and I wanted to enjoy it rather than overthink it.
But then I realized there was another part of myself that was growing hard, and I pulled away.
The song finally faded and I came back into myself. The cameras were packing up and a PA was waving us over.
“I guess our job here is done,” Wren said, though she sounded out of breath. “The dancing was fun.”
“Yeah, it was.”
Too fun, even. I was losing myself in her, making mistakes I shouldn’t.
I needed to get home, and by myself, before I made any more mistakes.
Strawberry Springs Neighborhood Watch
Mark Bell:For the last time, MY SUPPLY CLOSET IS NOT FOR KISSING! Especially if you’re gonna get so wild that you knock stuff on the floor.
Comments:
Kerry Winsor:Oooo who had too much of a good time?
Jade Clark:Wasn’t me. There were NO decent guys at the bar last night.
Kerry Winsor:Did you not see Jude?
Jade Clark:Oh, I saw him.
Henry Connor:I am so sorry, Mark.
Kerry Winsor:WHAT
Jade Clark:HENRY YOU DOG
I had never been more grateful for the weekend. After having to make it through the four days after the bar, it took me far too long to even get out of bed.
After my smoothie was made, I sat on my couch in complete silence to drink it. Within my four walls was quiet and peaceful, and I enjoyed the silence while it lasted. Then, I made my way outside and worked in the garden as the sun rose in the sky.
Since summer was in full swing, I was sweating after only a few minutes. I couldn’t stand to be outside for long since I was already battling a headache, so I got the watering done and then headed inside for a shower.
Once I was in the cool spray of water, I thought back over the night at the bar. Flashes of Wren holding me, of me holding her, while we danced played through my mind. I tried to decide if I needed to apologize to her or not for getting too handsy.
She hadn’t seemed angry when we gave our mics back, but still. I’d let myself slip. Every day I’d thought about it, especially when I greeted her each morning before filming, but I hadn’t allowed myself to fully give in to the thoughts I’d had in the bar. I’d kept myself too busy.
And even though I knew it was wrong, I wanted to do it again.
I was using my own body wash, but my mind conjured the smell of hers instead. Whenever I was close to her before she got to work for the day, I could smell the faint scent of roses. Somehow, I’d memorized it and was able to conjure it up.
Before I knew it, my cock was hard again.
I closed my eyes, trying to will it away. I had plenty of other nonsexual things to think about, but the second I tried, she would pop back in.
It was no secret that I was attracted to her. I had been since I met her, but touching her, even under the guise of a fake relationship, was hard for me to forget.
We’re not together. It’s not real.
If only desire could have been controlled by thoughts. I would have won, but instead, the feeling stayed, and my will slowly lost.
Had it been too long? Possibly. I rarely ventured out, and if I did, it was for a one-night stand. There could never be the possibility of more. I always kept myself in check, no matter who I was with, and the result was a mediocre release with no desire to do it again.
