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with just a mere instance of his attention.
    I
dressed quickly and smoothed my hair down. Perfect, I looked perfect once more
and there was no indication that I had lost control minutes before.
    “Ready
to go?” I asked Aaron brightly as I took the soiled garments toward the sales
counter. He was still on his phone, and didn’t even take his eyes from it as he
got to his feet and followed.
    He
paid with cash, not blinking at all at the cost of those scraps of fabric. They
fit into a tiny bag that the woman handed over to me. “Enjoy your day,” she
chirped.
    I
didn’t answer her and just walked out the door, swinging the bag that smelled
like Aaron’s cum.

Chapter Seven
     
    Aaron
dumped me back at the house. “I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll be back later,” he
told me as he walked me to the front door and then left me, heading back to his
car while the day nurse opened the door for me. She gave a shaky smile and I
realized that she smelt like alcohol.
    “How
are you feeling?” she asked. “Oh, you’ve done some shopping. Do you want me to
help you put them away?”
    I
held the bag of soiled lingerie to my chest. “No, thanks. I’ve got it. I’m
going to go and rest.”
    “All
right, then. Just call if you need any help,” she said cheerily.
    I
made my way back to the bedroom and threw the bag into the corner. Suddenly, I
did feel tired and kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed. I had planned to
resume my search for my phone but even that felt like too much effort. Thoughts
of Aaron intruded in my head, but that just gave me a pounding sensation in my
brain so I tried to think of other things as I lay in bed and pulled the covers
up to my chin.
    Where
was my Mom? She had always been there for me — until the last time. A
bitterness arose again and I tried to push it down. It was best not to think of
that. I didn’t sleep, there was too much in my head for that. Instead I lay
there while hours passed. Dinner was brought to me by the dreary night nurse
who couldn’t fashion her thin lips into any kind of smile if you paid her, so I
gave up and treated her with the same disdain that she treated me. 
    There
was no sign of Aaron until later, when the moonlight streamed in through the
glass eerily. He stole in like a shadow, slipping in beside me and wet drops
hit me. He must have showered in another room. He smelled nice, like powder and
cinnamon.
    “Where
have you been?” I asked quietly as I turned to face him.
    “Working.”
His tight, one word answer was enough to tell me not to enquire anymore.
Instead, I moved my hand over his chest. I slowly felt every muscle that formed
him, each dip and bump. My fingers brushed against his nipples, and I felt him
tense slightly. I paused, before brushing over them again, just lightly. They
hardened beneath my touch and I ceased any movement; I couldn’t even hear him
breathe. The only sound was from me: shallow, even breaths. I listened to my
breathing for at least a minute, before shifting closer to him, dipping my head
down to rest against his chest. There was a heartbeat; it thumped loud and
clear, and for some reason, that pleased me.
    I
moved again, away from his chest and that thumping, before letting my tongue
dart out to lick at one nipple that was pebble hard already. Boldly, I opened
my mouth and took the whole of it in. My mouth sucked softly at first, almost
as an experiment, and then I suctioned my lips to his skin and sucked hard. No
man had ever had my mouth on him like this before. Other parts…of course, but
the nipples weren’t as seductive as a kiss on their salivating mouths nor my
tongue massaging an aging penis.
    But
this, his hard hairless chest, beckoned me. It made me want to touch. And the
scariest thought was that it made me desire. I released that hard peak in my
mouth and dragged my tongue across to the other, inhaling his clean scent. That
nipple was already hard and awaiting me. My tongue rolled around it before
drawing it