Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I groan, gritting my teeth as my cock flexes, pumping my seed everywhere. This may be the work-contamination shower, but I still have to fill my hands with cups of water and use them to clean the tiles off before I finish and grab my towel. “Jesus,” I mutter as I dry off and begin to trudge slowly upstairs toward the bedroom.
That was intense.
I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm that heavy purely from jerking off since I was back in high school. What has this girl done to me? There’s a window in the hall that looks out over the driveway to the garage, and part of me stirs inside just knowing she’s out there, in there, so close and within reach, yet so far away.
When I step into the bedroom, I see Delilah laid out on the bed in her favorite set of lingerie and try not to audibly sigh. This isn’t going to go well.
“Hey, mister,” she whimpers, tilting her chin down and running her tongue across her lower lip as she makes sexy-eyes at me. “All clean? Because I think it’s time for us to get dirty.”
This is classic Delilah – let her anger get ahold of her, take it out on me, and then try to pretend it didn’t happen by making up with sex. She figures all men are just that primal that we’re that easy to manipulate. I can’t even explain to the guys at the shop why I resent a tactic like this. To them, I should just shut up and stop complaining. But none of them even understand why I’m with Delilah. They all think it’s my own choice.
“You look nice.” I lie, trying to keep my tone level. I can already feel the tension in the air as I hang my towel and quickly go to the dresser to grab some fresh boxers. “But, uh…maybe another night?”
Delilah clears her throat. “Another night?”
Yeah, this definitely isn’t going to go well.
“I got up early, ya know? And it was a hard day at the shop, and I just—”
“Lyle,” she snaps. “You know you can’t lie to me. What’s going on? Does this have something to do with that girl from today?”
Shit. Think fast.
“I jerked off in the shower.” I blurt out, giving her a dose of ninety-percent truth. She’s quick, Delilah. It absolutely does have something to do with “that girl” from today, but I’m going to leave that part out of my explanation.
Delilah’s jaw drops, and she sits up, gawking at me like I just told her I murdered twelve people at the Drunken Mug Pub downtown.
“You’re kidding, right?”
I shake my head, knowing I’ve just popped the top off an argument or possibly even an actual fight that could lead to a phone call from her dad. Either way, it’s still better than exposing the truth about the gorgeous young woman I’m sheltering in our studio. That could lead to something serious, like a group of his guys paying me a little visit after work.
“Why!?” Delilah’s shouts. “Why would you do that, Lyle? Why the hell would you jerk off when you have a beautiful woman waiting upstairs for you in your bedroom?!”
I shake my head and sigh. I’ve gotten used to her rants and outbursts, but am wondering what Yara is thinking if she can hear her from where she is.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, keeping it simple. But it doesn’t matter. Delilah isn’t listening. She’s already up and stuffing her legs into her pajamas and grabbing whatever she needs to go downstairs and sleep on the couch. Most girlfriends would kick the guy out of the bedroom and tell him he’s sleeping downstairs tonight, but not Delilah. There’s something much more dramatic to her about going downstairs and suffering on the couch – the cold, uncomfortable couch, while I’m upstairs in the nice warm, comfortable bed.
“I’m sleeping downstairs,” she mutters, brushing past me in a huff. “Enjoy your nice big bed tonight.”
I just watch her go, thinking as I hear her trudge loudly downstairs, what I could be doing with all this extra space in the bed tonight…
About what other girl I could be sharing it with.
3
Yara
Like I told myself I would, I wake up nice and early, have a shower, and do my make-up so I look at least semi-passable as a human being before I start off for my walk into work. Of course this would all be a whole lot easier with a car, but hey, we can’t all be Jeff Bezos, can we?
I make sure that Lyle and his girlfriend Delilah’s cars are both gone before I leave out the side door of the garage.
Lyle and his girlfriend. Of course a guy like him has a girlfriend. Why wouldn’t he?
It’s not too cold on the walk into town, but as Winnie the Pooh would say, it’s a pretty blustery day, and by the time I’m approaching the Tangerine Forks Diner, I feel like all the work I did on my hair this morning was for nothing.