Page 60 of Come Back to Bed
Whatever floats her boat.
The moaning and groaning begins in no time.
I push the laptop away.
Daisy creeps out of the room.
“Ahhh! Matt!” my neighbor calls out. “Oh God, Matt! Oh yes! Fuck! Yes! Ohhhhh!”
Yup. That’s what it sounds like when she’s on the way to a climax, and I am right there with her. I can picture her writhing around, her toes pointing as her head jerks up off the pillow, her angry O -ace. It’s all happening so much faster than when we’re together, but it’s fine with me.
Now she sounds like she’s actually in pain, but I know that’s not what it is, and I disappear into myself for a little while.
I’m going to have to have new sheets delivered tomorrow, because I don’t think I’ll be getting down to the basement to wash these any time soon and I’m sure as hell not going to let Bernadette clean them for me. The evidence of my enjoyment of her is all over.
I’ll definitely be buying my aunt some fresh new bed sheets when I leave here.
Meanwhile, I wish I could hear the sighs and watch Bernadette’s chest heave as she catches her breath.
My laptop dings with a notification.
BF: twyuieopyrwiub1ajkfsdluiqowar;eup;uzjklgfdapoireuwhstdfgj
BF: Just kidding. I’m done.
BF: Hope you enjoyed the show.
BF: Sorry it was such a quick one. There will be no repeat performances tonight, as the star is about to fall asleep with a smile on her face.
Me: Wham bam thank you ma’am.
Me: Good night. And thank you. Not just for that, but for helping out earlier.
BF: I’ll see you in the morning when I walk Daisy.
BF: Here if you need me. Good night.
Me: Good night.
I guess that no matter what I say or what I don’t say, what I mean is this:I don’t need anyone, Bernadette, but I’m here if you want me too.
