Me:I got your note.
Iris:Good. What are you going to do about it?
Me:Nothing.
Iris:You surprise me. I’m lying here in bed, with my hand in my underwear, almost at that perfect point.
Me:Enjoy. I’ll be thinking of you.
Iris:You could come in here and help out.
Me:I could. I like the idea of you begging me though. The thought of that’s getting me harder.
Iris: I’m not going to beg you.
Me:We’ll see.
I’d turned my phone on silent, knowing being ignored would piss her off. She’s taken revenge by making it very clear what she was doing, which was touching herself, resulting in what sounded like a fucking amazing orgasm.
I stayed quiet for mine, which I was well practiced at by now. I figured she’d be listening out for me, so to not hear anything would be another form of torture.
The following morning I went into her room at vomit o’clock wearing thin sweats and no top, because while she was going to feel rank for fifteen minutes, she always picked up straight afterwards.
Clearly she’d decided that two could play this game.
Bed clothes for Iris was usually a T-shirt and sleep shorts.
Not today.
Today she was wearing a tight silky vest which didn’t hide any of what was underneath, and a pair of brief, lacy knickers. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the photos from a couple of days ago, her cheeks flushed.
“I don’t think I’m going to be sick.”
I frowned at her. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “It’s been getting better every day, and today I just don’t feel like it’s going to happen. My boobs feel heavier though.” She sat up straighter, giving me a really good view of her tits.
I cursed quietly, which she heard.
And smiled at.
“We have a change in clothing.” I gestured to what she had on. “Looks chilly.” Her nipples were poking at the material of her top.
“I felt in the mood to wear something sexier.” Iris stood up and stretched, showing off.
I looked because why not? That was clearly her point.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night? I sent an apology text to the neighbours this morning in case they were disturbed.” I obviously hadn’t.
“Very much. I’m wondering if it was the orgasms that stopped the morning sickness. You know, the feel-good hormones they give – maybe that’s had a really good effect.”
“Maybe.” I wasn’t concerned that the morning sickness had stopped, I also wasn’t going down the nonsensical route oforgasms or sex hurting the baby. I knew from Finn blurting out too much information that pregnancy could have a really strong effect on a woman’s libido, because Ruby had almost worn his dick out when she was pregnant with Elias, which he’d complained about after a couple of extra pints in the Puffin Inn.
She folded her arms under her tits which made them even more prominent. I took the opportunity to look at them, grinning at her when I finally shifted my eyes to hers.
“You can touch them, if you like.”
I shook my head. “I’m good, thank you. I’ll just think of them when I have a shower.”
