I haven't been touched like this in years. Not with care. My body doesn't know what to do with it. I sag forward slightly, my eyes closing without permission.
"This is just pressure," she says quietly. "Breathe in for four. Out for six."
"I'm not..." Her thumb finds the knot under my shoulder socket.
White fire explodes.
A sound tears out of me. Raw and loud in the quiet room. She's not even touching me sexually, but my body responds anyway. My cock stirs, awakened from his slumber. Fucking asshole.
My face burns. Scout doesn't stop. Another involuntary sound scrapes up my throat. I clamp my jaw.
"Breathe," she murmurs. Closer now. "That's it. In. Out."
I try. It comes out ragged. The knot gives a fraction. She works it steady and present.
My hands fist in the comforter. Another sound leaks out.
Scout shifts her touch and the world tilts. Heat races down my arm. My breath hitches before I strangle it.
Every point of contact burns. I'm starving for this. Touch without expectations? My whole body's screaming for her to never quit. But my brain is flashing bright red warning signals.
"Stop," I rasp. Not because it hurts. Because it feels good.
Scout's hands still immediately. "Okay." No argument. She steps back.
I get to my feet. The room tilts for half a second. My shoulder throbs.
"Okay."
She narrows her eyes on my face, but doesn't say anything. I don't look at her response too closely. If she's pitying me, I'll choke. If she's not, I'll choke anyway.
I mumble out an excuse that doesn't do much to cover up what just happened. "I have to... go... lie down."
I make it down the hall on legs that feel miswired. My bedroom door shuts with a sharp sound. I hit the lock and crumple on the big bed.
I close my eyes for several long seconds. When I open them again, my phone's already in my hand, though I don't remember taking it out.
The app stares up at me, alive. Her username at the top of the thread.Yoga4Lyfe. Ridiculous. Bright. She's not ten feet away in the guest bedroom and I'm pretending she's miles away. She's too close.
Now that I've retreated into my cave, I can say things in this room, in the dark, with a fake name, that I cannot makemy mouth form. I can still feel the ghost of her touch against my shoulder. My dick is still hard.
My thumbs hover on the screen.
StatMan12
You there?
It only takes a few moments for Scout to respond.
Yoga4Lyfe
I am.
StatMan12
I'm needy.
Yoga4Lyfe
