“I–I mean- Yeah, I guess I have.”
“Did it hurt when you did it? I don’t mean at the time, but afterwards?”
“Sometimes.”
“It does for me. And sometimes I think that pain is going to be in me forever, do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I do.”
I rested my head down on him again, and we laid in silence for a while, both of us thinking. Then I lifted my head and kissed him on the side of the mouth. “Goodnight, Shane. Thanks for the talk. Sorry again about the lamp.”
I got up and started for the stairs. His voice stopped me.
“Erica?”
“Yes, Shane?”
“I love you.” The way he said it was half way between telling a girl goodnight, and telling his lover how he felt.
I smiled and said, “I love you too, Shane,” matching his tone.
Chapter 13
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I thought I would be out cold until the morning. But I was wrong.
My eyes popped open in the middle of the night, and I focused on the clock on my alarm. It was 3:24 am. What had awoken me? I was about to roll over and get comfortable when I heard a sound.
It was barely there, but it stood out in the silence of the room. It was the sound of movement — a body shifting. I lay frozen, my ears alert.
Was I imagining this? Or was it a dream? I looked around and took in the reality of it. Yes, it was really happening. There was someone in my room with me.
My first thought was of Joey. He had talked earlier tonight about the time he had snuck in, and now he had done it again, this time in the middle of the night. But the more I thought of it, it made less sense. That time had been in the evening, and I had left the back door open. Now our security system would be active, and anyone trying to get in a door or window would have set off the alarm.
Shane. It had to be him. What was he doing in here?
Then I knew. He had watched the videos. And he had come in here to see me. Maybe to wake me and talk, or maybe just to look at me.
I was lying on my side, on top of the covers, wearing a short t-shirt that didn’t cover my midriff, and a pair of panties. My knees were bent and pulled up, causing my ass to stick out. From what I could tell, he was sitting behind me on the chair beside my bed, which would give him a great view of my ass. My bedroom door was slightly ajar, which allowed light from the hallway to spill in, giving him enough light to see me well.
I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of his eyes on me. I wished I had gone to bed pantyless, which I do sometimes in the summer. I would have loved for him to see my pussy lips peeking through the cheeks of my ass. A wetness seeped through my loins.
I listened closely for more sounds. What was he doing? Was he touching himself as he watched me? A bubble of wetness popped softly in me as the thought crossed my mind. I had to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my clit.
I thought of the images he must have just seen on the videos. Like me kneeling in front of Joey and taking his cock into my mouth, sucking him until he exploded. There would also be the images of Tony and Gwen entering his bedroom, and beginning to fuck. And Joey and I would join them, where Joey would fuck me as I kissed Gwen.
I was so wet now, he would have to notice. It had to be soaking through my panties.
What did he think of when he saw the images? Was he angry at me? Did they arouse him? Was there a trace of jealousy there?
I heard a noise and the bed shifted slightly, as if he had put a hand on it. I tried to keep my breath even as my mind worked furiously to figure out what this meant.
All of my senses were reaching out into the darkness, feeling for him. Was he taking a closer look at my ass? Excitement fluttered through my pussy.
Then I nearly screamed. He touched me! My heart almost beat out of my chest as I felt the faint touch of his finger against the material of my panties, with my throbbing pussy just on the other side.
Every atom of my being screamed out to respond — cry out in pleasure and open myself to him. But I held it in check, concentrating on his touch.
His finger moved slowly, feeling along the furrow of my cleft under the silken material, like a blind man reading Braille. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, but I held my body still.
His finger gently pressed in, parting my smooth lips as I felt the satiny material against my inflamed skin. He began a gentle back and forth motion, sliding his finger through my slit. I could feel my pleasure building, and I knew I couldn’t hide it if I came.
His touch left me, and I thought he was done, but I felt a pulling sensation, then a coolness on my skin. When his touch returned, I realized what he had done. He had pulled my panties to the side and now his finger slid through my wet folds, skin on skin.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. All of my nerve endings were screaming with pleasure, as his finger worked gently over the sensitive membranes of my slick labia. Please, please don’t let it stop. I was getting close.
His finger slid upward through my pliant wet folds, and found my tight clit, slipping slickly over the swollen little nub. I tried, but I couldn’t control my reaction. My body involuntarily jerked from the sensation, a spasm rippling through me.
His touch was instantly gone, and my panties slid back to cover me. No! Please! I focused on keeping my breathing regular, wanting him to think that was just an involuntary reaction, and I wasn’t awake.
Seconds passed like hours, and I could feel my pussy almost reaching out for him, trying to lure his fingers back. But after a moment I heard his body shift, and felt his breath against my ear.
“I love you, Erica,” he whispered so softly I could barely hear him, even in the silence of the room. He kissed me gently on the temple before straightening up.
Come back here! My mind screamed as he walked to the door. Please don’t leave me like this!
But his shadow crossed through the light, and the door opened and closed again, and he was gone.
Synapses fired through my body like firecrackers in a Chinese parade. Every nerve ending craved the return of his touch on me. But the door remained ajar. He wasn’t coming back.
Sighing, my hand slid down between my legs, and my finger finished what Shane had begun.
Chapter 14
When I awoke, it was nine a.m. and the sun was shining in through my bedroom windows. I didn’t recall my middle-of-the-night experience until I was on the toilet peeing and I looked down at the crotch of my panties. My dried fluids coated the inside, and the memories of Shane’s visit came rushing back. Had I dreamed it? I didn’t think so, but how could I be sure? I had been thinking about him a lot lately, and I had spent the minutes before going to bed in his embrace, so it would make sense that I would dream about him.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, but as much as I thought about it, I couldn’t be sure if it had been real.
When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see Shane sleeping on the couch. It was rare for him to do it, and it usually happened when he was working late in his office. I wondered if him seeing me getting fucked on his bed, made him want to stay away from it.
