I walked cautiously to the back door and tried the knob, already knowing it would be locked. I was giving her what she wanted; I was working for it.
I used the screwdriver to pop open the lock. Had the door been new, this wouldn’t have worked. But it was old and the wood gave way easily under the pressure of the screwdriver. It was like it was meant to be.
33 Carla
I lay in Owen’s arms, unable to imagine that there was anywhere else I’d rather be. I was warm. I was safe. And for the time being, I was physically satisfied.
He agreed to stay with me until morning. We had devised a plan that would put him out of the house before the kids saw him. I didn’t think they’d mind him being here in the morning, but I didn’t want to damage them psychologically in any way or ruin their relationship with Owen just as it was starting.
My head rested on his chest, my fingers making slow circles on his belly.
I slid my leg up and over his and remembered that we were both still naked. Aware of this fact, it made me want him again. And I’d have him again before morning. But now, I just needed a little rest. A nap, perhaps to regain some strength.
I exerted a lot of energy with him. Maybe it was because it had been so long since I’d been with anyone. Maybe it was because I was so attracted to him. Not just physically, but in every way. Or maybe it was just that I wanted him so badly. Whatever the reason, I’d put everything I had into our lovemaking, just as I had the last time. I needed a little rest.
I closed my eyes as he stroked my shoulder softly. It wouldn’t be hard to succumb to sleep listening to his heartbeat, his rhythmic breathing...
34 Bernie
I smelled her. The whole house smelled like her. I was wrong. It wasn’t flowery, as I’d assumed it would be. It was more of a sweet scent.
I slowly walked around, looking at her things. She had pictures of her brats hanging on the walls and sitting on tables here and there. Little bastards. I would make it a point to see that they ended up with their dad, wherever the hell he was. He probably couldn’t stand the little bastards, either and had taken off. Who could blame him?
I went into the laundry room and dug through dirty clothes until I found a pair of lacy panties. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face any more than I could stop the twinge of excitement in my gut or the throb in my pants.
I slowly brought the panties to my nose, closed my eyes, and sniffed.
The smell of her juices sent my heart pounding and my dick throbbing harder than ever. So hard, in fact, it was nearly intolerable.
I reached down and carefully unzipped my jeans. I reached in and pulled it out, which eased the ache, but didn’t get rid of it. When I touched it, I had to fight the urge to do more than just free it from my pants. I had been waiting so long for her. The combination of the wait and the smell of her panties made the temptation almost impossible to resist.
I rubbed the panties on my dick. If I kept on, I’d shoot my wad right here in the laundry room. I had to stop. I waited too long just to get off on a pair of panties, especially when the real thing was so close.
She was right upstairs. In just a minute, I’d have her.
Unable to delay my gratification any longer, I put her panties in my pocket and headed upstairs.
35 Carla
I dreamt of Owen making love to me. It was a vivid dream, and so unlike the way it really was with him. He slid his rough hands down my body and firmly squeezed my buttocks, nearly causing me pain. I liked the squeezing at first, but then it became too rough. Then, he slid his hand in between my legs and his fingers found their way inside me. They wiggled around in a way that was far more pain than pleasure.
I moaned, and then I realized it was unlike Owen in every way. Owen never squeezed anything on my body hard enough to cause me pain. And his hands weren’t rough. His fingers weren’t short and stubby, either.
It was a very real dream. So real, in fact, I became aware that it was a little too real. I slowly opened my eyes, but in the dark, it took them a long time to focus.
“Owen, stop,” I mumbled, moving around a little.
Owen, having dozed off himself, asked in a sleepy voice, “Stop what?”
“Squeezing me. It hurts when you do that. And get your hand out of there.”
Then, I realized that Owen still had one hand on my shoulder, rubbing it lightly again now that he was awake. The other hand was under mine, lying on his chest. It took a second for me to process what was happening. As soon as I realized it, my vision cleared. I became aware of everything at once in perfect clarity.
I felt Owen tense.
36 Bernie
That bitch! I went through the trouble of sneaking into the house and up the stairs only to find her slutty ass in bed with Owen, her twat no doubt dripping with his gunk. I was furious!
I stood there beside her bed, thinking of what I was going to do now. I’d waited so long for this and that damn Owen was in my spot, where I should be.
I tried to calm down and think about the situation. I could feel the blood in my cheeks from the rage I was feeling toward him. I struggled not to give myself away by letting my temper get the best of me. I forced myself to calm down by ignoring Owen and concentrating on the broad.
I’d have to deal with Owen’s ass later. But I’d waited a long time for this, and I would not be denied.
I looked down at my red and swollen aching dick. I was in physical pain. There was no way I could leave here without some sort of satisfaction.
I looked at her lying there, naked from the waist up. I had no doubt she was naked below the waist as well, though the sheet draped across her left me guessing. The thought of being so close to her while she was so vulnerable made my heart pound in my chest.
She was on her left side, pressed against him. This made what I was about to do very difficult. But if I was careful, it would work. It had to work. I couldn’t leave here with this hard-on.
I walked quietly around the bed. I knew I wouldn't have much time before I’d have to deal with Owen, no matter how quiet I was. I wanted her more than ever. It was probably because the smell of sex was thick in the air, reminding me of the smell of her panties. The physical pain caused by my want for her grew more intense by the second. So did my hatred for Owen.
My heart pounded. Beads of sweat appeared on my neck and forehead. My hands trembled slightly. I wasn't scared so much as I was excited. I was so close to touching her...I almost couldn't stand it. I wanted to throw the sheet off of her, roll her over, and do bad things to her. Very bad things. But I had to be calm. I wanted to do as much to her as I could before that damn Owen woke up.
And I had no doubt that he would wake up and ruin everything for me. But with any luck, I wouldn’t walk away without getting something.
I carefully pulled at the sheet that was covering the broad, and slid it slowly down her body, until everything from her knees up was exposed.
I swallowed hard. Staring at her naked body, I saw that it was even better than I’d imagined. The only light in the room was what came in through the window from a streetlight, but it was more than enough for me to see that her body was nearly flawless. Not that it mattered much to me. I wanted her no matter what. And I would have her. It was so close now.