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“Beth?”

I knock at the bathroom door.

I don’t want to intrude, but she left the stove on with an empty pot settled on top of the flame, and I am not sure if that was intentional or not.

She doesn’t respond.

But then I hear her moan.

At least, I think that is what I hear.

“Beth?” I call again.

She only moans louder.

She has to know that I am here, which means that she wants me to know that she is pleasuring herself just on the other side of the door from me. My cock hardens at how fucking sexy it is to know that just beyond this door, she is touching herself.

And, if I may be so bold, I am fairly certain that she is thinking of me.

Why else would she want me to hear her moans?

I press my ear to the door and continue to listen.

Beth moans roll from her lips until finally she cries out.

I want to touch myself, too, but I save it. I let it build. Because later tonight, I am going to make her make that sound.

With my hands.

With my lips.

With my cock.

I walk away from the door and out into the kitchen. I decide that it’s my turn to shower, too. I need to look nice tonight. For her.

Everything I do is for her.

* * *

When I walk down the stairs, I can smell the pasta before I even see it.

Instantly, I am taken back to the days of sitting at Ms. Conn’s kitchen table on summer nights, having spent the day riding bikes with Paul, and pretending not to care too much about talking to her.

I would ask her about work. She would tell me it was busy.

I would ask her about where she learned to cook. She told me her mom.

I would ask her about her weekend plans. She would laugh and tell me laundry.

Paul never seemed to realize that I asked his mom so many questions. And I think she always just assumed I was a really polite kid, which I was.

But really? I wanted to know everything about her.

I still do.

Now, in the kitchen, all alone at this beach house, I see that Beth has changed into a pair of tight, dark jeans and a loose black tank top. She left her hair wet and she put on just a little makeup.

“You look nice,” I tell her, without thinking about it.

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