Well, there went my boner again. The blood rushed to my dick and before I knew it I was at full mast.
“Shit. What am I going to do now?” I looked around and eyed my apartment. It was a modest space with only the one bedroom and a tiny guest bathroom near my linen closet. Sure if I were alone or simply didn’t care I would have no qualms about jacking off in the tiny space. However, considering my walls are pretty thin I didn’t want to risk Rocky hearing me bust a nut while she was tucked away in my room.
Groaning, I sucked in the annoying pangs of blue balls. Before I could change my mind, I plopped myself onto my couch and turned on the TV, intent on forgetting where I was at the moment and who was with me.
***
“Jesse.”
My eyes flew open at the sound of my name, jarring me awake. Somehow despite my raging horniness I was able to fall asleep. I blinked a few times, allowing my vision to focus. A bluish glare radiated from the TV, but other than that the room was almost pitch black. I had no idea what time it was and judging by the infomercial playing, it was probably early morning.
“I must have dozed off,” I mumbled to nobody in particular.
“Jesse.”
There it was again. Did Rocky need help? I threw my legs off the side of my couch and listened intently. There was no way I imagined hearing my name twice. However, when I was met with nothing but silence I begrudgingly resigned to lowering myself back onto my couch to catch a few more winks of sleep.
“Mmm…yes…yes.”
Okay, any delusion of catching some sleep did not last long. My eyes widened in shock and automatically the blood from my fingers and toes pulled inward in a rush toward my core. “Is she…is she?”
“Mmm…that feels good.”
I blinked a few times to gather what was going on. For a moment I wondered if she was having some fun with herself, however I quickly pushed away the thought, realizing it was Rocky I was talking about. There was no way she’d be that loud knowing I was right in the other room. However, the sounds of ecstasy emanating from my closed door were definitely sexual in nature. If they weren’t being made consciously and rather unconsciously, then that would mean…
“Rocky’s having a sex dream,” I gasped.
“Jesse.”
“About me.” A wicked grin played on my face, and though my brain was telling me—shouting at me—to push away the glee I felt, there was no way I could.
Throwing all common sense aside, I grabbed for the remote and quickly lowered the volume on the TV. The announcer’s voice went mute at the same time Rocky’s cries of ecstasy became louder. It was bittersweet hearing her moans and knowing there was no way I couldn’t relieve myself that night, but also knowing that doing it by myself would sure as hell not satisfy me.
I stayed rooted in place though I wanted nothing more than to place my ear against that damn door to hear clearly. As ironic as it sounds, I didn’t want to feel any more of a creeper than I already did.
“Mmm…sigh.”
I stuck my hand in between the waistband of my boxer briefs and wrapped my palm around my cock. With each sweet groan coming from the room I mimicked the sound, stroking my dick slowly at first and then harder and faster. I scrunched my face in exasperation. There was no way I could come on my own knowing that the object of my affection was just a few feet away from me.
What a tangled web we weave.
Just as quickly as her breathy moans started they ceased. I figured her dream must have ended, but that knowledge didn’t soothe the raging hard on that I was sporting.
“Fuck,” I muttered, eyeing the bathroom near my foyer. As I was debating whether or not to make my escape to the porcelain god, I heard footsteps padding from inside my room, followed by a few stumbles and a groan. I quickly glanced at the door knob and noticed that it was jiggling slightly. In a move that would make a superhero proud, I made a beeline to the nearest pillow and quickly pulled it onto my lap just in time for the door to open with a soft, “Aha!”
I swallowed what felt like shards of glass down my throat and eyed the sleepy figure. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Ahh!”
I bit back a smile as I watched Rocky stumble back. She looked so tiny in my clothes and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and hold her in my arms.
How are you supposed to do that with a boner the size of Texas?
I cleared my throat and shifted slightly. “You can join me in ordering this amazing juicer if you want,” I joked, hoping to alleviate the sexual tension I was sure I was exuding.
“What?” Her voice sounded muddled as if she were still lost in a dream. I really hoped she was…
“If you call now you can get two free recipe books,” I growled, pushing away the thought. I really wasn’t helping out my cause. Fidgeting, I readjusted my dick and prayed she wouldn’t notice how the pillow sat a few inches too high from the rest of my lap.
“Oh.” She grabbed at her throat and glanced around helplessly. “Um, I just want a glass of water.”
Funny, I’m ‘thirsty’ too.
I snorted at the way my mind twisted her words around and replied, “Help yourself; the glasses are in the right cabinet.”
She walked toward the kitchen and even in the dark I could make out how pink her ears were. It was as if her body was radiating steam and good God was she steaming hot. My eyes traveled down the length of her petite body, admiring the way the waistband of my large pants sat at the top of her hips, folded up two or three times in order for them to stay in place. When we were younger she’d often complain about her boyish shape, but there was no denying the curves she sported now.
“You know my clothes look better on you than they do on me. Maybe I should let you keep it,” I commented.
“Nah, who’d want these old things?” she replied with a smile in her voice, taking a seat beside me.
I couldn’t help myself and burst into laughter. A distant memory surfaced and I could have sworn we’d said the exact same words to each other once before.
Another lifetime ago.
Just like that my good mood faltered. It was a lifetime ago, but did that matter? The past could stay in the past as long as we made sure it did. Eyes darkening, I resigned to stay in the present, and though I knew I was skating on thin ice, my hormones led me to ask, “Did you have a bad dream?”
“What?” Her voice was barely a squeak.
I pressed on. “I heard you in there. You were breathing hard and moaned a bit.”
“I did not moan!” Her cheeks reddened considerably. I caught myself wondering whether or not she felt as warm as she looked. What I wouldn’t give to drag my finger across her cheeks and feel for myself.
I struggled to swallow. “Actually, you did. I heard you.”
To my surprise she nonchalantly changed the subject. “You’re quite the night owl. Have you been up this whole time?”
“Yes, I heard everything,” I interjected, desperate to steer the conversation back to where I wanted it to go.
“Like what?” Her voice wavered. Although I felt a bit bad to tease her like this, I couldn’t stop myself. Years and years of stopping myself had finally caught up with me. My brakes were finally broken. “What did you hear?” she insisted.
The thing with the past is that even though you insist on leaving it behind, it still manages to rear up at the ugliest moments. When that time comes you have no choice but to take a few steps back and face it head on. In my case, I needed to open up about what I saw at her house the other night. It’d be the only way I could move forward.
I looked up cautiously, taking in the way her lips parted almost suggestively, but I knew she was just anxious. “Did you know I stopped by your house two nights ago?”
“Wait, what?” Her eyes darkened, an unmistakable mask of guilt.
I sighed and trembled slightly. “I felt bad about what went down at the store. I knew it was a dick move and I should have apologized, but again I hated how much I felt like the old Jesse, you know?”