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I shrug my shoulders and stare at him. I can’t decide if I’m angry about him spying on her, but I say directly, “I told you I didn’t think that she’d be doing this.”
“I know, I know,” he replies, trying to downplay his suspicion of the woman. “She’s only been doing her duties as assigned.”
“If you’d just listen to me. You know I’m a pretty good judge of character.”
“Let’s be honest here, you’re the character,” he forces a small smile from his lips. “I’m still not convinced, and I’m still going to keep an eye on her.”
“Sure it isn’t for another reason?” I try to get him to talk about the other night but he doesn’t budge.
“I don’t think she had anything to do with it, but I have a responsibility to check out every angle.” He stands and places the papers under his arm, taking the pot of coffee and his mug in either hand. “Talk to you later, when I have this done.”
I nod my head as he leaves the room. “Okay,” watching him as he maneuvers the items in his hands and arms precariously. I shake my head at the fact that neither one of us spoke of the enormous elephant in the room.
The threesome.
We both fucked a very hot and sensual woman at the same time and we both liked it. I did try to get the conversation about it going, but he didn’t take the bait and I certainly didn’t bring it up myself.
I know that night we both were dealing with high pressure. The kind of pressure that men put on themselves when it comes to the size of their dicks and their use of them. I happen to think that we used them appropriately in satisfying a highly sexual woman that needs more than one man to do so.
While James is being James, he won’t discuss private matters ever, unless absolutely necessary. He’s never been one for having relationships either. And while I like to keep sensitive issues close to the vest, and my thoughts and feelings, I think it’d be a discussion that needs to happen.
I sit up and run my hands over my face, stretching my body out.
Flopping back into my chair, I look out the door and see that Lily has come in. With a couple of bakery boxes. I’ll have to grab a couple of those before they’re gone, gobbled up by who gets to them first.
James might not be thinking about this at all, but for me, it’s a vision that continually and unexpectedly pops up in my mind all the time. I, for one, would enjoy a repeat performance. Only as long as James and I never touch each other.
Only her. Lily.
And that would be okay, right? But I’m not sure how to initiate another event of this sort, of this magnitude. It’s life changing for me.
I have to make it happen, but how?
Eighteen
James
Saturday night and David has talked me into going to the club. Sometimes I feel like I’m the dog that claims he is so happy but looks so sad and serious all of the time. As I check myself out in the mirror, I try to smile a happy smile, showing my teeth.
Creepy. Any gal that sees this mug will run away screaming. Chuckling at myself, I know the thought isn’t true, that I just don’t take the time to have a good time.
As I turn my face from side to side, I examine the upward curve of my lips edges. Maybe I am just too serious of a guy. Even having fun has an edginess to it for me. Changing my facial expression back to my usual, I see in the mirror what others see of me all day.
I’m a putz.
Always thinking that I can have fun, but not with this look on my face. It doesn’t say that I’m a great person to hang around with. It speaks more like I’m an axe murder ready to have vengeance.
Not really. If I ever allow anyone to get close, they’d see a gentle and caring heart. But I hold everyone at arm’s length, watching as the world goes on around me.
Checking the time on my phone, I see that I have a text from David. He’s on his way to pick me up. Great, no more time as he’ll be here in about ten minutes.
Finishing up in the bathroom, I dab on some cologne and go to the front door, waiting for my ride to get here. Opening the door, I step out onto the wrap around front porch and check out the house until David gets here.
I purchased this eighteen hundreds Victorian house about fifteen years ago, mainly for this front porch. The wooden siding extends upward into the delicately curved arches hanging from the eaves. Its majesty spoke to me when I viewed it for the first time.
The interior of the place has been meticulously cared for, keeping to its original décor and woodwork. Man, modern homes offer their conveniences, but there’s something to be said about old world charm and detail.
I did have some modernization take place in the kitchen and the bathrooms, updating them to have the best appliances and benefits.
