He laid down beside me and turned around like he wanted nothing to do with me. I felt so rejected by yet another man. What was I doing wrong? Had I just tried to cheat on my husband, only to be rejected anyway?
Shoot me now!
Chapter 5
Conner
Denying myself a piece of that little hot thing was hard, but I knew she wasn’t ready. Her little fragile body wanted a pity fuck and normally I would have been all over that shit, except something about the girl made me reconsider. Sure, I’d slept with my share of women who were just trying to get back at someone and for a while the idea of just getting my dick wet satisfied me enough, but this girl was different for some reason. As much as that excited me, it also terrified me the same. I wasn’t used to really caring so much. Maybe it was just the fact that she meant so much to my sister, who of all the people in the world, I loved more than myself. Whatever the case was, I was lying beside her with a big fat woody and a soon to be case of blue balls.
I could hear her crying from the opposite side of the bed and this time I knew I was the cause. I didn’t want her to feel rejected, but she was married and had just been too beaten inside and out for me to take advantage of her. Once I let the parts of my body that didn’t understand calm down, I let out a sigh and rolled over to face her trembling frail body. My arm wrapped around her, pulling her back in my chest. Amy cried softly as she ran her hand down my arm and held it at my wrist, keeping my arm tight against her abdomen. I never spoke to her, nor did I move my hand from where it sat.
I don’t know whether I fell asleep before she stopped crying, but when I opened my eyes again it was morning. The sun shined through the old stained up tan curtains. I wanted to check and see what time it was, but my body was still pressed against Amy’s.
This was usually the time where I slid myself away from the girl’s body and made a fast exit, except this time I never moved. I liked being there, feeling like I was the reason she was safe.
I closed my eyes, feeling comfortable enough to where I could go back to sleep. I’d no sooner done so when I heard a cell phone ringing and it wasn’t mine. Amy jumped up out of the bed and went running for her purse. I don’t think she realized that she was only wearing my shirt and her little panties underneath when she reached down on the floor to grab the purse. I’d already gotten an eyeful of her little ass before she stood up straight and looked at me mortified, pulling down the shirt further to prevent from seeing me again.
She tossed the phone back down into her purse and went to say something to me, but just walked into the bathroom instead.
I put my hands behind my head and chuckled to myself. I was driving her crazy and I knew it. I also knew that in her current situation, I was the only friend who knew her secret. For some reason, I was willing to go any route to get to know a little bit more of Amy Ussery.
I heard the shower turning on and realized how bad I had to take a piss, so I jumped up and headed for the bathroom, hoping she was still dressed. When I heard splashing around in the water, I knew she was already in. I tried the door handle and smiled when I realized it was unlocked. I slid in the doorway of the tiny bathroom and quietly lifted the seat to relieve myself. As I began to pee, I heard her sobbing on the other side of the curtain. Her cries got louder and I didn’t want to scare her by flushing the toilet. She obviously needed to be alone to sort out her shit. I could only keep her safe from that bastard while we were here in this room, because once she stepped foot outside, she had to face her life.
I made it to the door before I heard her saying my name. “Conner?”
“Sorry, I had to take a leak. I’ll lock it on my way out.”
I was just about to close the door behind me. “Wait.”
She must have been sitting down in the shower, because when she moved the curtain to look out, her face was down low. Of course I looked down at her tear filled face. “You alright?”
“Last night……I just…I just wanted to forget about everything. I’m sorry I came onto you….I feel so embarrassed. Just let me get a shower and you can take me back to my car and never talk to me again and please, for the love of God, don’t tell your sister about any of this.”
I crouched down, not even caring that I was in only a pair of boxers. “It ain’t like you’re thinkin’. I didn’t stop you because I didn’t want you. When we sleep together, and I say when because in spite of your earlier arguments I know it will happen, and when it does, I want you to be focused on me and nothin’ else. As far as my sister is concerned, we never saw each other.”