“But I’m boooored!” Wesley complained, realizing his actions were futile.
“Alycia’s coming over after school and if Jeremy’s not working, I’m sure he’ll come too. So, just be good until they get here. Now, I’ve gotta get going or I’m gonna be late,” I said, standing up and then leaning down and kissing Wesley’s forehead. “I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”
“Fine. Just leave me! Your poor boyfriend’s just had surgery and now you’re leaving him all alone. Poor me,” Wesley whined, sticking out his bottom lip and pouting.
“I know, I’m so mean. But I’ll make it up to you later. I love you!” I said, walking out of the bedroom.
“I love you too. And have a good first day of school,” he called after me.
Chapter 42
I WAS frustrated. Beyond that even. It had been two weeks to the day since Wesley and I last had sex and at least another three days until we could again. It was strange; I had lived over eighteen years of my life never having sex and now I could barely function after a two-week dry spell! What was wrong with me? And Wesley didn’t even seem bothered by it. He was feeling better, no longer taking the prescription painkillers, and his boredom and restlessness increased exponentially, but if he embroiled himself in an activity, he was fine. While I suffered from a twenty-four-hour headache and hard-on. It wasn’t fair! And to make matters worse, Wesley strolled around in his boxers or without a shirt on knowing the exact effect it had on me.
But it was partly my fault too. I knew Wesley couldn’t indulge himself, so I had decided that I wouldn’t either, but it was so hard! Quite literally. Even at work. The night before, I was straightening up the tableware aisle, started thinking about Wesley, and had to make a dash to the restroom. It was ridiculous, sitting on the closed toilet seat with clenched fists trying to talk myself down. I told myself that it wasn’t fair; if Wesley couldn’t then I shouldn’t, and how much better it would be if I waited until we could satisfy our desires together. But thinking about that only exacerbated my situation and I had to make a choice: spend an hour trying to talk myself out of it or get it over with and get back to work. As embarrassing as it was, jerking off at work was better than being found grappling with an erection while still on the clock. I came in a wad of tissue, washed my hands, and went back to straightening tablecloths and napkins.
I got home around ten and Wesley greeted me happily while innocently playing video games. I felt so guilty that I couldn’t even look at him. I made a snack and we watched TV before going to bed, finally letting sleep overwhelm the shame of ejaculating on company time.
The next day I woke with morning wood so hard that it hurt while Wesley slept peacefully beside me. I slithered out of bed and went to the bathroom where I let the natural process of urine elimination take care of my erection. I sat down on the sofa and watched the morning news on a low volume until I heard Wesley rustling around in the bedroom. I thought about what to make for breakfast, then went to say good morning.
“What—what are you doing?” I stammered as I stepped into the bedroom, seeing Wesley sitting up in bed with a flushed expression and his dick in his hand.
“Ah… oops. Busted,” he said, staying his hand and grinning at me.
“Stop it! Don’t do that!” I blurted out, hurrying to his bedside. I looked down at him and instantly felt my crotch stir in arousal. “You’re not supposed to do that!” I shouted.
“What? Why not?” Wesley asked grinningly, cleverly sensing my line of thought.
“Be-because! The doctor said….”
“The doctor said no sex. She never said anything about masturbating,” he explained candidly.
“But that should be a given!” I complained, trying my best to avert my eyes from his lap.
“You really expect me to wait that long?” he asked, peering up at me from the tops of his eyes while he began stroking himself again.
“Well, yes! I mean, I didn’t think you could and….”
Wesley rounded his eyes and looked at me squarely. “Do you mean you haven’t this whole time?”
He stared at me without blinking. My face felt flush and I nodded slowly. “I just…. Well, I thought you couldn’t, so I was waiting till you could,” I said quietly, blushing deeper because I was lying. But how could I possibly tell him that I got so horny that I jerked off in the bathroom at work? At work!
“Oh man, you’re a hell of a lot stronger than I am,” he sighed wistfully, still with his stiff cock in hand. “Now I feel kinda guilty for all the times I’ve done it.” I swallowed hard, feeling the twinge of guilt in the pit of my stomach for lying. But there was no way I could tell him the truth, and it was just once. “So how about I make it up to you,” he offered with a sly grin, patting the bed. “I’ll watch you. Besides, you can’t keep that hard-on hidden from me,” he said calmly with a wink and a glance at my crotch.
My throbbing erection was pleading with me and I felt my desire stirring in my stomach, my fingers, even the tips of my toes. Wesley stared seductively at me, licking his upper lip, while he kneaded the head of his cock in his palm. I watched with moist lips, mesmerized by his fingers in action, molesting his perfectly shaped organ. I had never
