happened. I guess you and him were close or whatever. SoI just want you to know that I’m sorry about what happened to him. I’m here for you if you need me.”
Chloe nodded. “Thanks.”
Trey took a deep breath. It really pained him to see her this way. “I don’t mean to push you or nothing. I just want you to know that you can talk to me if you feel like talking. I know how it feels to lose somebody you love.”
Chloe turned and looked directly at Trey for the first time. She could see the genuine love and concern in his eyes, and she began to cry. “He was such a nice guy,” she said, feeling sadness for the loss of her friend, mixed with guilt over having cheated on Trey, another good man. He went closer to her and pulled her into his arms. Chloe cried on his shoulder and vowed to herself that from that moment forward Trey would be the only man in her life. She knew she didn’t deserve him. Here he was being so supportive of her, and all along she’d been fucking Jason behind Trey’s back. Now with Jason gone, all she wanted was to feel the strength and warmth of Trey’s arms as she grieved for her deceased lover.
The funeral took place the next day, and Trey was by her side as Chloe said good-bye to Jason. He never asked her whether she and Jason had been more than friends, but Chloe figured that Trey must suspect that was the case. She had openly wept for Jason on more than one occasion, and Trey never pried, never questioned her. Chloe was so grateful for that. She wouldn’t have lied to him if he had asked her, and she didn’t want to risk losing Trey at a time like this. She leaned on him for strength, and Trey supported her in every way possible.
One night, as they sat together late on a bench in Mahoney Park, Trey looked at Chloe in the moonlight and swept her hair away from her face. She was more beautiful to him in that moment than ever before.
“I love you,” he said. “I just want you to know that.”
Chloe’s heart melted, and she smiled. They had been through so much in so short a time. He had been there for her in every possible way, and she really appreciated him for it. She wondered if it was love and then realized that it might just be. Still, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to say the words. She took his hand in hers, kissed it, and held it against her cheek. “I know you do,” she said.
TOUCH ME, TEASE ME
T rey sat in his living room, watching one videotape after another as he jerked off. This was his favorite way to spend an afternoon—unless he could spend it with Chloe instead. The thought of her lips, the way she kissed him, and how soft her hands felt whenever she touched him made him weak. He fantasized about these things as he stroked his long, thick dick until he came in volcanic spasms all over his thighs and T-shirt. Laying his head back against the sofa, he sighed, relieved. The phone rang, and he was so physically drained that it took him a moment to gather the strength to answer it.
He paused the videotape and reached over to pick up his cellphone, which lay beside him on the sofa. MOM appeared on the screen once again, and he felt his heart race. He was so sick of these calls, sick and tired of deleting unwanted voice messages and e-mails. He sent the call to voice mail and had to resist the urge to throw the whole phone against the wall in frustration. He was about to turn his phone off for good, when he got a call from Chloe. Hurriedly he answered it.
“Hey, beautiful!” he greeted her.
“Hey, Trey. I just got off the ferry, and I stopped to talk to Dawn before she went to catch her train. Now all the buses are gone and I don’t feel like waiting here. Can you come and get me?”
Before she could even get the question out, Trey had grabbed his car keys, locked his apartment door, and was heading down the stairs. “Of course,” he said. “I’m on my way.”
“Thanks, baby,” Chloe said, smiling. She knew he wouldn’t let her
Chloe nodded. “Thanks.”
Trey took a deep breath. It really pained him to see her this way. “I don’t mean to push you or nothing. I just want you to know that you can talk to me if you feel like talking. I know how it feels to lose somebody you love.”
Chloe turned and looked directly at Trey for the first time. She could see the genuine love and concern in his eyes, and she began to cry. “He was such a nice guy,” she said, feeling sadness for the loss of her friend, mixed with guilt over having cheated on Trey, another good man. He went closer to her and pulled her into his arms. Chloe cried on his shoulder and vowed to herself that from that moment forward Trey would be the only man in her life. She knew she didn’t deserve him. Here he was being so supportive of her, and all along she’d been fucking Jason behind Trey’s back. Now with Jason gone, all she wanted was to feel the strength and warmth of Trey’s arms as she grieved for her deceased lover.
The funeral took place the next day, and Trey was by her side as Chloe said good-bye to Jason. He never asked her whether she and Jason had been more than friends, but Chloe figured that Trey must suspect that was the case. She had openly wept for Jason on more than one occasion, and Trey never pried, never questioned her. Chloe was so grateful for that. She wouldn’t have lied to him if he had asked her, and she didn’t want to risk losing Trey at a time like this. She leaned on him for strength, and Trey supported her in every way possible.
One night, as they sat together late on a bench in Mahoney Park, Trey looked at Chloe in the moonlight and swept her hair away from her face. She was more beautiful to him in that moment than ever before.
“I love you,” he said. “I just want you to know that.”
Chloe’s heart melted, and she smiled. They had been through so much in so short a time. He had been there for her in every possible way, and she really appreciated him for it. She wondered if it was love and then realized that it might just be. Still, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to say the words. She took his hand in hers, kissed it, and held it against her cheek. “I know you do,” she said.
TOUCH ME, TEASE ME
T rey sat in his living room, watching one videotape after another as he jerked off. This was his favorite way to spend an afternoon—unless he could spend it with Chloe instead. The thought of her lips, the way she kissed him, and how soft her hands felt whenever she touched him made him weak. He fantasized about these things as he stroked his long, thick dick until he came in volcanic spasms all over his thighs and T-shirt. Laying his head back against the sofa, he sighed, relieved. The phone rang, and he was so physically drained that it took him a moment to gather the strength to answer it.
He paused the videotape and reached over to pick up his cellphone, which lay beside him on the sofa. MOM appeared on the screen once again, and he felt his heart race. He was so sick of these calls, sick and tired of deleting unwanted voice messages and e-mails. He sent the call to voice mail and had to resist the urge to throw the whole phone against the wall in frustration. He was about to turn his phone off for good, when he got a call from Chloe. Hurriedly he answered it.
“Hey, beautiful!” he greeted her.
“Hey, Trey. I just got off the ferry, and I stopped to talk to Dawn before she went to catch her train. Now all the buses are gone and I don’t feel like waiting here. Can you come and get me?”
Before she could even get the question out, Trey had grabbed his car keys, locked his apartment door, and was heading down the stairs. “Of course,” he said. “I’m on my way.”
“Thanks, baby,” Chloe said, smiling. She knew he wouldn’t let her
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