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Now, even after all those admissions, I’m going home to a place where I don’t belong.
On the drive back home, Benedict continues to drink, purchasing a bottle of scotch from the bar but drinking it straight out of the bottle. I beg him to slow down, but he laughs like a delirious maniac, slurring his words which make no sense.
When we arrive home, he disappears to his study, which is for the best since I want to be alone. I remove my dress, take a quick shower, then climb into bed dressed in my pajamas. With Benedict still gone, I quickly take out my journal, feverishly writing two pages to clear my mind.
Two becomes six, and for fear of being caught, I slide it back into my drawer before Benedict appears in the room. I’d done this the past few days, sneaking a few pages here and there whenever I got a moment. The words came fast, and it became an instant stress reliever to unload my thoughts from pen to paper.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while my hands play with the wedding ring on my finger. Slowly, I remove it and spin it between my fingers.
My body aches for him, the touch of his hands against my heated skin. Of all the times we would lay beside each other, the opportunity was there, but both of us were torn, and only now do I realize just how much we were both fighting the same battle—protecting our friendship at all costs.
But then, I remember how Andy’s eyes bore into me, how the one kiss we had sucked the breath out of me, sure I’d pass out from the overwhelming intensity.
Just for a moment, as I lay here in the dark, I wonder what it’s like to have him touch me. Trace the curve of my breasts with gentle ease. Move his hands down the trail of my stomach until he reaches down, causing me to gasp. A pool of wetness forms between my legs, the urge to pleasure myself hard to ignore as my hands wander to my swollen clit. I gasp at the sensation, continuing to rub in a circular motion, followed by a hard swallow as my head pushes back into my pillow, and the overwhelming need to come is just moments away.
My fingers move inside, relishing in the warm pool of wet I’m expelling until the swell in my belly rises. My skin tingles all over, and the final moan escapes my lips as a warm sensation rushes to every part of my body.
My chest is rising and falling while I try to open my eyes, only to see bursts of light. It takes a few moments to calm my racing heart, and more than ever, I need to talk to him. Feel him in any way possible at this very moment.
Though given Benedict is lurking somewhere in this house, I opt to text, not wanting to be caught mid-conversation on a call.
Me:Are you awake?
Andy:Yes.
Me:What are you doing?
Andy:Stuff.
I smile oddly, remembering all the times he would say that to me until the one day he admitted my texts always came at the wrong time when he was jerking off or watching porn.
Me:What kind of answer is that? Stuff? From memory, stuff meant wrong time because you were ‘busy.’
Andy:It’s my answer to keep this message platonic.
Me:I wish I could say the things I want to say.
Andy:Now you’re just being a tease.
I hear a shuffle down the hallway and quickly text.
Me:Sorry, I have to go.
I turn my phone off, so no other messages come through. Pretending to be asleep, I close my eyes to hear Benedict moving around the closet. Moments later, the bed moves. I can smell the liquor between us. Its stench is so potent, I’m certain he drank the entire bottle.
Then, he moves closer to me and presses himself into my back, his cock rock hard. His lips move to my shoulder, spreading kisses against my skin.
“Stop, Benedict. You’re drunk.”
“And? I want to fuck my wife.” He slides his hands between my legs, moaning in delight. “And you’re so wet for me already.”
His arm is forceful, but I try to remove his hands from between my legs.
“Benedict, stop,” I say firmly. “I don’t want to have sex.”
Instead of pulling away, he yanks my panties down and presses his cock into my ass, causing my body to tremor with panic.
“If I want to fuck you, you’ll fuck me.”
