This is Part II of an ongoing series I am writing when inspiration finds me. I highly suggest you read Part I which can be found on my author page. Please leave me feedback because I like to know how to improve and what I did right. Thanks for reading!
"Fuck?" Katie asked, eyes full of longing and want.
Jason smiled and pulled Katie against him, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment. "Fuck," he replied. "Definitely fuck."
Katie leaned in and pressed her lips to Jason's, surrendering to a passion that was long overdue. Their kisses were tentative at first; hesitant, innocent, and awkward as they laid there next to each other on their stomachs. Katie's mouth opened slightly as Jason ran the tip of his tongue across her lips. Fueled by this progression Katie extended her tongue and met Jason's.
Their kissing grew in intensity as they turned into each other and laid on their sides, arms intertwined. Tangled in his gym shorts that were still wrapped awkwardly about his legs, Jason tried in vain to shimmy his way free without Katie noticing. Katie tried her best not to be distracted (or worried) about Jason's frantic gyrations.
"Jason, stop. What the fuck are you doing?"
"My legs are tangled in these god damned shorts!," he exclaimed as rolled onto his back to disentangle his limbs. The bed springs squeaked as Jason ripped the shorts from off his legs, flinging them across the bedroom. Katie waited patiently (as patiently as her lust would let her) and suppressed the urge to laugh at her goofball best friend.
Amidst the squeaking of the bed frame as Jason struggled with his clothes, Katie heard the softest clink of keys against a brass doorknob. The sound was so faint she couldn't be sure if she were imagining it or if what she thought she heard was real. She stilled her movements and listened intently towards the front of the house.
Finally freed from his dungeon made of polyester, Jason turned to Katie and started talking at a mile a minute, "Katie, I have wanted this for so long. I mean, I havealwaysbeenJUSTyourfriendandthatwasfinewithmebutI'vealwaysfeltaverystrongconnectiontoyouandImeanifIamhonestthesheeramountoftimesIhavejerkedoffwhilethinkingaboutyouhasgottobearecordofsomekind..."
Katie slapped Jason's arm to stop him, "Shhh! Shut the fuck up! I think I just heard something!" Both of the friends froze, scared to move a muscle.
"Wait, that the fuck did you just say?" Katie asked Jason incredulously.
Jason's eyes went wide with panic. First, because he was now going to have to explain his word vomit and two because he also now could hear the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. "Did you hear that? Because I definitely heard that" he whispered.
The blood drained from Katie's face and dread filled her eyes as she answered, "Definitely."
"Fuck," they said in unison.
Each of them launched off of the bed, Jason towards the en suite and Katie the opposite direction towards the door to the bedroom which she stood barring as she pulled her tights back on. Unfortunately for her, Jason's cum was still caked on the back of her legs and the crotch of the tights were soaked with her own contribution. She rolled her eyes, swallowed the disgust, steeled her nerves, and pulled them up over her ass, grimacing at the slimy nature of her garments. Jason fared better by only putting his gym shorts on backward before closing the door to the bathroom and brainstorming what to do.
Peeking from the bedroom door, Katie listened to what she assumed was her husband, Adam, as he walked in the front door, hung his coat, set down his bags, and made his way to the kitchen.
"JASON!" she whispered heatedly.
"WHAT?!" came the reply from the bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Currently? Panicking. Stall him!" he hissed.
'Stall him? You want me to fucking stall him?!' Katie thought to herself. She opened the door to the bedroom and made her way to the kitchen where Adam was rummaging through the fridge. "How... how was work? ... Dear?"
Adam's voice called out from deep inside the refrigerator, "Bullshit as per usual. Had a couple of dumb kids come in and want to buy a house on a part-time artist and teacher salary." A derisive laugh echoed from the vegetable crisper. His head popped up above the open door, a can of whatever beer he could find the cheapest already glued to his lips, "what about your day? You and Jason get up to any trouble?"
Katie froze. Did Adam know? How could he know? There was NO WAY he knew! He couldn't know! "Ummm, umm ummm, no? Yeah? I mean all we did was dishes, that's it! Oh, and laundry. Because that would explain why he is in the bedroom... because of the laundry."
At just that moment, Jason came walking from the bedroom holding a mysterious piece of white piping. 'Are his fucking shorts on backward?!' Katie's eyes about popped from her head.
"There is your problem," Jason said as he wiped the plumbing off on a hand towel he brought with him. "Your J-trap has a big crack in it. Which explains the leaking."
Katie's eyes bugged but she caught on quick. "Thank you? I mean thank you, Jason, for tearing apart my sink. You definitely needed to do that... because of the leak."