And a drop or two on her towel.
Then, at the end of the day, before anyone returns to the house, Imightfind places—like in the pockets of her dirty clothes in the laundry room—to cum into. Ok, and maybeoncewhile she was watching tv, I’d snuck into the kitchen, and stole her boot to cum in. By the time she put it on the next morning, the cum had dried and she hadn’t noticed. That was risky, but totally worth it.
What’s a little cum in the grand scheme of things?
Blair has become an obsession I don’t quite understand. I’ve never been so turned on by a woman, and yet in her presence, all the blood goes straight to between my legs.
Over the course of my life, I’ve found my interest in women lacking. I did a little kissing here and there in high school. I even went as far as poorly fondling a pair of tits back in college. But each experience only solidified what I’d suspected all along. Other than being soft and smelling nice, women just didn’t do anything for me.
I didn’t think I was missing out on much.
Clearly, my body was waiting for justonewoman.
Everything that Blair says and every move that she makes, I’m locked in and hanging on every word. The first few days I was floundering a bit—trying to understand my body’s reaction. From my head, down to my heart, then further down to my dick, every fiber of my being has tuned itself to Blair.
I don’t hate it.
In fact, it’s refreshing. Blair smiles, laughs, teases and listens. She’s present in all things and when those eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, are locked onto your face it’s hard not to fall for her. I’m sure part of the attraction comes from the danger she presents. Getting close to her feels like attempting to handle a loaded weapon I’m unfamiliar with. This isn’t just a crush, this is a crush magnified to the hundredth degree.
The last person I fell for this hard is downstairs being a grouchy ass.
My balls tingle as I stroke myself faster.
Never one to hold back, no matter what, I know I’ll end up telling Blair about my feelings for her sooner rather than later. I’ll take the sting of rejection over the feeling of needing to bite my tongue whenever she’s around. There's a chance, a small one but a chance nonetheless, that we could end up entwined like she and Wes had been. It was hot watching her ride him.
It would be even more so watching her ride me.
My thoughts flip to Rhett again.
Would he be jealous if he walked in on me and Blair? I’d hope so. Maybe then he would realize how much he cares for me. What if he walked in on us and got turned on? Would he join us?
No, probably not. He hates Blair.
But the thought of being sandwiched between the two of them is enough to tip me over the edge into ecstasy.
I choke on a groan as pleasure shoots up my spine and bounces around in my chest as my orgasm erupts. Bringing the body wash bottle closer, I allow two full ropes of cum to splatter into it before catching the rest in my hand.
As my orgasm subsides and pleasure fades, I sag forward, breathing hard.
In the clarity that follows, I realize something: I have to keep Blair.
I’ve found a family with Ledger, Wes, and Rhett. After losing mine, I’d been lost, angry, and hurting—much like Rhett is now. But the difference between me and him is that I’ve found people who accept me and love me for who I am and it’s made life bearable. Enjoyable even. The more I can add to my family, the further away from despair I’ll be. Blair will be one more person I can place between me and the heartache of my past.
Maybe, between me and Wes, we can convince Blair to stay forever.
But how?
And how will Rhett take it when I tell him I want Blair too?
The flutter of nerves and fear that comes with that question are immediately squashed. What I have with Rhett is going to change.
At some point within the past few years, I’ve slowly come to accept my heart would be internally bruised from the lack of reciprocated feelings from Rhett. I told myself I was okay with how things were between us and let it be. But I’mtiredof feeling battered. I’m going to share my heart with another. Maybe,hopefully, loving Blair will be different.
By the time Rhett eventually comes around to the idea of me and him; it’ll be too late.
I’ll be there when he’s ready to commit to loving me. But I won’t be alone.
Rhett’s just going to have to learn how to share.
