Penny continued watching as his mother hugged him impulsively. She then collected what looked to be some dirty laundry and disappeared from the room.
Mister Spectacular stretched, winced, and then stretched again. Sleek, tight, and powerful.
Penny sighed. What would it feel like? To be with somebody like that?
And then.
He untied his pants and dropped them.
White ass.
White, sinewy, smooth, muscular ass.
At this point, Penny threw herself onto the floor. She shivered and then, unable to help herself, pushed up to her knees and peeked over the lip of the window again.
In the future, she would realize, this was the day she’d become something of a voyeur.
Four days later,and this ogling was triggering all kinds of frustration in Penny– on multiple levels.
She had work to do, dammit!
How dare he waltz around in front of his window wearing nothing but a… well, he didn’t do much smiling. Most of the time he looked like he was in pain. He ought to stay in bed. Rest up so that he could heal.
But no, he had to pace the room like a caged lion, occasionally pumping a hand weight with his good arm.
It wasn’t her fault she was so easily distracted by his… everything.
She’d not had an orgasm– brought on by another human being, that was– for over eight months.
Hell, if she were to be honest with herself, sex with Kent, toward the end, had been disappointing at best.
She could describe what she experienced as… “orgs”… or perhaps… “asms.”
Kent hadn’t cared much whether she’d reached the summit, so to speak. He’d told her not to dawdle so much. She needed to keep up with the program.
When he was done, he was done.
End of event.
The only respectable orgasms she’d had in the past five years had been self-induced.
God, she was pathetic.
In a way, watching Mister Spectacular over there had brought her back to life a little.
Not that she’d ever speak to him or meet him. Likely, he was convalescing at Mom and Dad’s house for a few weeks and would soon be shipped back off to Afghanistan, or Syria, or wherever he’d been injured.
She ought to thank him for his service before he left.
Penny ignored the urge to peek out the window again. Twenty minutes ago, he’d attempted a few one-handed jumping jacks. After five, he’d flinched something awful. He was probably still lying down.
Such a nice boy; brave, disciplined, patriotic…sexy as no get out.
When he wasn’t prowling around the room or sleeping, he read. If she’d had binoculars, she probably could have made out the titles but she’d forced herself to draw the line somewhere.
The houses built in downtown Pine Springs were over one hundred years old, huddled intimately close to one another. Up until last week, this hadn’t bothered Penny in the least.
She’d merely pulled the blinds and drawn the curtains. She’d not wanted to get to know her neighbors. She wasn’t ready yet. She still felt… raw.
