To take my mind off missing Maisie and to avoid seeing Tessa, I decided to tour my gyms. They wouldn’t be expecting me, which would allow me to see how they were running. Fortunately, they were all running well.
When I got back to town, it was late afternoon. Not wanting to risk seeing Tessa, I stopped by the local sports bar for a late lunch. I knew the owner from college. We’d studied business together and maintained a friendship. He invited me to go to a club with him later that night. He had a woman he was trying to attract and wanted a wingman. I apologized, but declined. I wanted to be home in case Maisie called.
I arrived home right as Tessa and her roommate Corrine were exiting their house. My eyes nearly popped from head at the sight of Tessa. She wore a green dress that made her eyes shine, and her skin look soft and silky. It also left little to the imagination, accentuating her perfect tits, the curve of her hips, and sexy legs. Once I got over the surprise, I got pissed. Now that she lost her v-card she was going out to find another guy to fuck? I wanted to confront her and ask her if she’d just used me. But then I remembered I’d been the one to put a stop to any idea of further fucking. What an idiot, my dick said as I watched her get into her car. I wanted to kill whatever man was going to be able to touch her even as I knew it was my own damn fault.
To distract myself when I got inside my house, I decided to move the furniture. Maybe if the couch was in a different direction, I wouldn’t think about how sexy Tessa looked laying naked on it. It didn’t work. Thankfully, Maisie called on her mom’s phone and she told me all about the animals she saw with her mommy and Papa Leo. I tried to be upbeat, but inside my gut was roiling.
I headed to bed early, hoping to escape the torment in my life, but I had no luck there either. Turns out my dick controlled my sleep. Tessa showed up, naked and beautiful as usual. She sucked my dick and then let me finish by fucking her tits. I woke to a cum-filled mess. Good thing it was laundry day.
9 Tessa
I couldn’t get out of Dylan’s house fast enough. What had I been thinking that I should ask him to be my first? I’d thought I was a mature woman, but in truth, I’d been a silly girl. I accepted that he wouldn’t let love in his life again, or at least I thought I had. But as my heart broke with each step to my house, I realized that I’d hoped he’d change his mind. That he’d realize my feelings were sincere and want what I could offer. Idiot.
I entered the house, planning to make a b-line to my bedroom to cry.
“Hey,” Corrine said from the couch where she sat with a young man I hadn’t met. “You’re finally home. Matt and I have been waiting for you to settle a bet.”
I gathered strength to appear normal. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I told him that the woman who got out of the dark fancy sedan this afternoon was Veronica Tisdale, but he doesn’t believe me.”
“Why would Veronica Tisdale be here … next door?” Matt shook his head.
“Because her daughter lives there,” I said.
“See, I told you it was her.” Corrine gave him a light punch.
“She has a daughter?” Matt’s expression was incredulous.
“Yep.”
“I guess she’s taking Maisie for the weekend. Did you stay so long to soothe Dylan’s soul?” Corrine waggled her brows suggestively. I guess I did, but I wasn’t going to admit I gave myself to him only to have him get away from me as fast as possible.
“He owed me money.” I said.
“So what is she like?” Matt asked.
“Maisie?”
“No, Veronica.”
“She’s not your type,” Corrine said.
“She’s all right, I guess. She’s married again.” After I said it, I wondered if I shouldn’t have. Was it a secret? “I’m heading back to my room.”
“You okay?” Corrine asked.
“Yeah. Just tired. And I need to check in with my parents. I haven’t spoken to them this week.”
Corrine seemed to accept that. I just shut my door behind me when mortification at what I’d done with Dylan hit, and then I cried. Planting myself face first on my bed, I wept. I wanted to hate him or at least be mad, but it was my own fault. He’d told me he wasn’t interested in relationships. He tried to stop me from throwing myself at him. The only person I could be upset with was me. How would I face him again?
Eventually I fell asleep, but in my dreams, Dylan was there, looking so sexy but out of reach. I was a fool to think he’d be interested in me.
I woke feeling completely drained. The house was quiet as it was still early. I headed to the kitchen to make coffee, glancing out the window as I filled the carafe with water. Dylan’s curtain was closed. He normally had it open by this time. Was he sleeping in now that Maisie was away? Did he know that I liked to look over to catch a glimpse of him and wanted to make sure I couldn’t? Humiliation flooded me again.
I finished making coffee and sat staring off into space as I tried to figure out what I’d do over the weekend and how I’d ever face Dylan again.
“You’re up early,” Corrine said entering the kitchen.
“So are you.”
“Matt’s gotta get going, so …” She gave
