“I, ah…” WhatamI doing?
“I thought you were getting us something to drink?”
Oh, right.That’swhy I’d gotten up in the first place.
I look down the hallway toward the stairs. The urge to follow Blair is like a lasso wrapped around my waist, dragging me in her direction.
“I’ll be right back,” I mutter.
My feet have already started moving before my mouth can finish so I’m not sure if Rhett hears me, but all thoughts of him fade away as I jog down the hall then up the stairs.
With each step, jealousy is rearing its ugly head. How come Wes gets to touch and kiss and… well whatever that was with Blair? What does he have that I don’t?
It shouldn’t matter. I have Rhett… Kind of.
Rhett’s made it clear that thereisn’tan ‘us’. He’ll fuck me and hangout whenever I want, but there’s no real affection from his end. He’s aloof and distant most of the time. I’ve given him my heart, but he doesn’t want it. Rhett just…toleratesit. Annoyance brews in my gut. It’s abrasive and uncomfortable.
I’m tired of feeling alone in this.
I’ll always love Rhett, but it feels like my hearts expanded enough to include another in the fold.
Again, my thoughts turn to Wes and Blair.
I shouldn’t care. If it had been any other woman in Wes’s possession, I wouldn’t. But it wasn’t just any woman. It was Blair. Wes has gotten a piece of the woman that’s slowly driving me mad since her arrival. I’m doing things I normally wouldn’t do. I’ve been reckless recently, but I haven’t been able to understand why. Until now.
As if just the thought of the shady shit I’ve been up to triggers the urge to indulge in it, my feet take me straight to the second floor bathroom.
When the door clicks shut behind me, I barely remember to lock it before heading to the shower.
My eyes lock onto Blair’s body wash. She had me get it for her a few days ago, along with shampoo and conditioner for her type of hair. I reach for the body wash and twist off the top. It clatters onto the counter as I toss it aside. It’s forgotten as I drag in the subtle but mouthwatering orange creamsicle aroma that she’s mentioned is her favorite scent.
It’s easily become mine too.
Taking a seat on top of the toilet lid, I balance the body wash on one knee while I reach down and pull out my hard, red cock,and then my phone. Swiftly, I unlock the device, go to the gallery and flick through the pictures until I find my favorite one. It’s Blair laughing at something Wes has said. She’s mid swing as she helps chop wood for the woodstove. I’d caught this image without anyone the wiser.
Just like all the other pictures I’ve snapped of her.
I wrap my hand around my dick, and I choke on a groan. I’m a sensitive guy normally, but this new and exciting shift in my life has made me even more so.
This won’t take long.
I stroke myself, staring at Blair’s laughing expression. Almost right away, my balls tingle and my breathing becomes ragged. This is what Blair does to me. What she’sbeendoing to me since her arrival. I’ve been dying to let her know that she’s flipped my world upside down but it wasn’t until tonight that I understood why.
My body craves her.
My mind is enthralled by her.
And my heart has laced up its sneakers so that it’s prepared to race any time I’m in her presence.
How do you express to a woman that you like her, but you’re scared you’ll fuck it up because you’ve never been with a woman before?
My answer: cumming into her body wash.
All day Blair is covered in me. It feels like a claim despite no one else knowing that I’m doing it. It’s probably foolish—calling dibs on a woman who doesn’t even know what she does to me. Stopping this, however, is impossible. It’s turned into a compulsion. Every morning before breakfast, when everyone is cleaning up, I slip up here and spill my cum into her body wash.
And maybe a little bit into her body lotion.
And a splash of cum on her toothbrush.
