“So? What was it you needed my urgent help with?” Lucy asks into the silence while I just stand there staring at her while holding my beer and obituaries. For the first time in weeks, though, I don’t want to drown myself in alcohol or obsess over the deaths of six men. I only want what my hard cock is demanding – that I pick Lucy up and slam her tight, wet pussy down on it over and over again until I come enough times to make up for the past three very, very dry years.
“I need you to…” I just barely catch myself before I finish the sentence with ‘get naked and ride me’ since that would be fucking insane. Divorce paper or not, as stupid as it is, I’m not ready to give up on Ellie just yet. That’s what it feels like I would be doing if I slept with another woman. I still remember our last time before she left me, barely, but I do. It was a week before our last argument and I had come home late from the Aces bar, thinking she was sound asleep. But after I climbed in bed, Ellie leaned over, grabbing a painful handful of my hair and kissing me hard. I knew she was pissed I hadn’t called but only because she missed me and worried about me. So, I put her on her stomach and fucked her into the mattress like she loved as an apology.
I’m not ready to let that memory go just yet. We never had the sweet, making love kind of sex people have in movies and shit. I’m not even sure I’m capable of that kind of intimacy. Maybe that’s why it all fell apart…
“Here,” I say instead, tossing the papers on the sofa before I head to the fridge to put the beers inside and adjust my cock behind the door discretely.
“Obituaries?” I hear Lucy ask as she shuffles through the papers and I pop the top on the first bottle.
“You want a beer?” I ask, looking at her over top of the fridge door.
“No thanks,” she responds absently while still reading.
“I need you to find those men’s addresses, or the addresses of their closest relatives – you know, like wives or mothers. Whatever.”
“Why do you want their addresses?” she asks.
“Can you find them or not?” I huff.
“Sure. Let me get my laptop.” Lucy walks back into her room with the papers and then returns with her laptop that she sits down on the sofa with. I saunter over with my beer in hand and hover.
When she glances up at me over the top of the screen, she says, “You can sit down. This could take me a few minutes. These things don’t happen at the speed of light.”
“I’m good standing,” I say, mostly because I want to keep wandering around the rest of her place and get a look in her bedroom even though it feels like torture. As I stroll around, I take a peek into the room where she sleeps. The overhead light reveals her purple and yellow comforter on a queen-size bed. Why does such a small person need such a big bed unless she’s planning to share it with someone else? I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that there are no handcuffs, whips, or any other kinky shit lying around. Everything is so nice and tidy. There are no dirty clothes on the floor, no sign of the black bathing suit she just took off. The only thing of interest is a paperback on the nightstand that’s turned upside down to hold her place. On the front is a shirtless man with abs of steel and his hand rubbing his way down lower…
Fuck me, it’s girl porn.
“Whatcha been reading?” I ask from the doorway, looking over my shoulder to see Lucy’s reaction from the sofa. Faster than the flip of a switch, her fingers stop racing over the keys and crimson stains both of her cheeks underneath the rims of her glasses.
“Just a regular old romance novel,” she answers before the click clack of the keyboard picks up again.
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, trying to bite back my grin. Now I’m even more curious and want to go pick up the book to see where she left off. Was she reading a sex scene last night that got her so hot that she had to slide her hand down the front of her little shorts to get herself off? Fuck, I would give anything to watch that. Ellie always claimed to be too uptight to masturbate alone, much less in front of me when I asked her to play with herself while I watched. Those were some of my favorite porn scenes to watch online when I was younger — just a naked woman alone, her legs spread wide for the camera, fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as she moans in ecstasy. There was no need for a man, because she could take care of her own needs just fine. I would always come in my hand when I closed my eyes and imagined licking her pussy after she finished.
And now
