facing away from him. He
swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, stretching his arms
high above his head. Then he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly before he
lost all resolve and climbed on top of her again.
He never spent the night with a woman after having sex. He
took care of business and then went home. He never had women in his apartment.
He’d rent a hotel room before he brought anyone home. He’d heard too many
stories of the ‘fire bunnies’ and he wasn’t going to take any chances. It was
easier this way.
By the time he’d dressed, Beth had come out of the bathroom
with her hair up in a claw and her robe tied tightly around her waist. She
looked tired. They hadn’t slept much. He was used to going without sleep, but
Beth looked like she needed to go back to bed.
He kissed her tenderly. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered.
“I’ll pick you up on Monday at seven.”
Beth nodded and smiled. He petted Cleo on his way out and
Beth leaned in the bedroom doorway as he closed the door behind him.
She walked back into her bedroom after Tim left. She looked
at the state of her bed. The duvet was on the floor at the foot of the bed. The
pillow shams had been thrown against the wall. The sheet had come un-tucked on
the bottom corner and there was a large wet spot visible. They’d woken around
four after Cleo had barked at something outside and before she knew it, she was
impaled upon him and riding him hard. She closed her eyes and relived the
feeling.
Cleo rubbed against her thigh and interrupted the memory of
him inside her.
“This is all your doing,” she said to the dog. Cleo thumped
her tail on the wooden floor. “I don’t know whether to thank you or be mad.”
Cleo tilted her head. “Right now I’m thanking you,” she grinned.
Beth yawned and her eyes felt as though they hand sand in
them. She really was tired but she couldn’t go back to bed. She could smell
sex…and him, so she threw on some sweats and grabbed Cleo’s leash and took her
down to the courtyard of the building and let her do her business.
Back in her apartment, Beth stripped the sheets of the bed and
tossed them in the washing machine. Then she curled up on the sofa, said
goodnight to Cleo and fell asleep.
*****
“Did you work last night?” Jeff asked Tim when he arrived at
the station and Tim was getting dressed at his locker.
Tim shook his head.
“Ah! Hot date then huh?” Jeff grinned.
Tim didn’t reply.
“Aw come on! Just give me the juicy details.”
Tim looked at Jeff and was about to speak, but didn’t.
“Tell me! Was she blonde or a brunette?” Jeff continued.
“I’m betting…a blonde.”
Tim bit his tongue and held his arms at his sides. He didn’t
want Jeff talking about Beth. Jeff saw the anger simmering.
“Hey! What’s up with you this morning? You know I live
vicariously through you dude.”
Tim exhaled. It wasn’t Jeff’s fault. It was not unusual for
them to discuss the women he’d bedded. Jeff was a great guy, but he wasn’t a
lady magnet like Tim. He’d had some pretty bad acne as a teenager and it had
left deep scars on his face. He was also short – five foot seven. He was as
strong as an ox but women tended to like tall men. And to top it all off, he
was going grey at the ripe old age of thirty-two. Not the combination that
guaranteed getting laid every weekend. They were good friends and Tim had often
told him about his latest conquest.
But this was different. Tim didn’t know how…or why, but it
was. “Just didn’t sleep much and ended up here,” he said.
“Well, you’re no fun,” Jeff teased.
Later during the morning, Tim found himself remembering his
night. It had been a phenomenal sexual experience and he had drifted off to
sleep as he held her in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to leave. That’s the part
that confused him. It was a dilemma that would have to wait though. The alarm
sounded and they were headed out to save the world…one
swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, stretching his arms
high above his head. Then he gathered his clothes and dressed quickly before he
lost all resolve and climbed on top of her again.
He never spent the night with a woman after having sex. He
took care of business and then went home. He never had women in his apartment.
He’d rent a hotel room before he brought anyone home. He’d heard too many
stories of the ‘fire bunnies’ and he wasn’t going to take any chances. It was
easier this way.
By the time he’d dressed, Beth had come out of the bathroom
with her hair up in a claw and her robe tied tightly around her waist. She
looked tired. They hadn’t slept much. He was used to going without sleep, but
Beth looked like she needed to go back to bed.
He kissed her tenderly. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered.
“I’ll pick you up on Monday at seven.”
Beth nodded and smiled. He petted Cleo on his way out and
Beth leaned in the bedroom doorway as he closed the door behind him.
She walked back into her bedroom after Tim left. She looked
at the state of her bed. The duvet was on the floor at the foot of the bed. The
pillow shams had been thrown against the wall. The sheet had come un-tucked on
the bottom corner and there was a large wet spot visible. They’d woken around
four after Cleo had barked at something outside and before she knew it, she was
impaled upon him and riding him hard. She closed her eyes and relived the
feeling.
Cleo rubbed against her thigh and interrupted the memory of
him inside her.
“This is all your doing,” she said to the dog. Cleo thumped
her tail on the wooden floor. “I don’t know whether to thank you or be mad.”
Cleo tilted her head. “Right now I’m thanking you,” she grinned.
Beth yawned and her eyes felt as though they hand sand in
them. She really was tired but she couldn’t go back to bed. She could smell
sex…and him, so she threw on some sweats and grabbed Cleo’s leash and took her
down to the courtyard of the building and let her do her business.
Back in her apartment, Beth stripped the sheets of the bed and
tossed them in the washing machine. Then she curled up on the sofa, said
goodnight to Cleo and fell asleep.
*****
“Did you work last night?” Jeff asked Tim when he arrived at
the station and Tim was getting dressed at his locker.
Tim shook his head.
“Ah! Hot date then huh?” Jeff grinned.
Tim didn’t reply.
“Aw come on! Just give me the juicy details.”
Tim looked at Jeff and was about to speak, but didn’t.
“Tell me! Was she blonde or a brunette?” Jeff continued.
“I’m betting…a blonde.”
Tim bit his tongue and held his arms at his sides. He didn’t
want Jeff talking about Beth. Jeff saw the anger simmering.
“Hey! What’s up with you this morning? You know I live
vicariously through you dude.”
Tim exhaled. It wasn’t Jeff’s fault. It was not unusual for
them to discuss the women he’d bedded. Jeff was a great guy, but he wasn’t a
lady magnet like Tim. He’d had some pretty bad acne as a teenager and it had
left deep scars on his face. He was also short – five foot seven. He was as
strong as an ox but women tended to like tall men. And to top it all off, he
was going grey at the ripe old age of thirty-two. Not the combination that
guaranteed getting laid every weekend. They were good friends and Tim had often
told him about his latest conquest.
But this was different. Tim didn’t know how…or why, but it
was. “Just didn’t sleep much and ended up here,” he said.
“Well, you’re no fun,” Jeff teased.
Later during the morning, Tim found himself remembering his
night. It had been a phenomenal sexual experience and he had drifted off to
sleep as he held her in his arms. He hadn’t wanted to leave. That’s the part
that confused him. It was a dilemma that would have to wait though. The alarm
sounded and they were headed out to save the world…one
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