Page 58 of Idle

“Hey guys,” Jesse emerges from the back hallway. I wonder how he got himself under control in such a short time. On second thought, I don’t want to know.

They respond with a rousing, “Good morning,” and the guy closest to Jesse holds up his palm for a high five. With cheeks stained a light shade of pink, he connects with his own, then shakes his head.

“You can go about your business. Pretend like we’re not even here.”

Yeah, we’ll be right on that. I turn to Jesse. “I’m going up to the ViewPad to take a shower and get ready to face today’s challenge.”

“Go ahead. I’ll meet you there soon. I want to take one last look at the, uh, thing back there.” His thumb points toward the bedrooms.

Because I don’t know which “thing” he’s referencing, I give him a noncommittal nod. When I close the front door, I sag against it for a second, fanning my cheeks. While mortifying, the stuff that happened before was damn hot. Remembering Jesse’s hands all over my body, I take frustrated steps toward the elevator. My first orgasm with a man was so close.

Hope helps me sail into my bedroom in the ViewPad, where Mary Ellen’s working on her manicure. No wonder it always looks amazing.

“There you are.”

I flip open my luggage and toss through the assortment of clothes. More like the couple things I still have that are clean. If I had my phone, I could call our service to make a run. Maybe I should go shopping?

“Earth to Paige.”

“Excuse me.” I glance at my roommate. “Did you say something?”

She returns the brush into the nail polish container. “Have a good night?” Her eyebrow raises.

I control my need to crow about Jesse and me. “It was good.” Noncommittal enough?

Screwing shut the nail polish, she urges, “Do tell.”

Not about to spillallthe details, I have to share a few. Those moments were too delicious. “Jesse and I worked late last night. Well, not actually worked. Talked. Yeah, that’s a good way to put it. We talked.” About my deepest fear that I’ll never live up to the examples of my brothers. About his sister, and the aftermath of her death. A sadness fills my soul until I remember this morning. I force my body upright.

“And by talking, you mean your lips were moving but no words were said?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Something like that.”

“I knew it! Didn’t I tell you there was something brewing between the two of you?”

“I don’t know if this qualifies as a thing. More like an,” I search for the right word. “Exploration.”

“So tell me. Was this a Lewis and Clark type of expedition, or an Amelia Earhart crash and burn?”

How Jesse turned on my body with only his fingers answers her question. “Definitely an American tale.” I giggle and she joins in.

Her lips turn downward. “At least one of us is getting some.”

Her statement returns me to earth. “There are a ton of men out there. Much better than Bo.” It’s as if I spit out his name.

She taps her fingernail against the dresser’s surface. “Yeah.”

Selecting one of my remaining clean pieces of clothing, I walk over to her. “Leave him in the dust where he belongs. Think of it this way—be grateful you didn’t have kids with the jerk.”

Her hand covers her stomach. “True. A small blessing.”

“See. There’s always a silver lining.” I take a step away, then turn back around. “Your man is out there, waiting to meet you. Or getting himself ready. I know it.”

Walking into the bathroom, I place my clean clothes on the counter and check my reflection. Do I look any different? I’ve had several sexual encounters with men, which they enjoyed, but I’m sure Jesse was about to give me a taste of what I’ve been missing. Damn camera crew.

I’m aware sex is a physical act, but I was getting worried something was wrong with my plumbing since I never felt anything close to the bliss I feel when I touch myself. From the way Jesse handled me this morning, it’s a good bet he’s going to break the frustrating streak.

I turn on the shower and step inside, letting the water roll over my body. I imagine Jesse in here with me, his hands running all over my body. Dipping into my pussy, like he did this morning. I mimic what Jesse did earlier, before the camera crew came in and ruined everything. I touch the special place he worked into such a frenzy, and excitement springs to life. Angling my body in the right way, the shower spray adds to my pleasure, and I fly off the cliff. Panting, I reach out to the white marble tiled walls for support.

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