The next morning I woke up at about 11 o'clock. I went to the bath room in a sleepy daze and only after a few minutes did I remember the events of the night before. I smiled to myself. It wasn't a dream after all. It actually happened.
I had given Tony, the dirty peeping tom, a little dirty show and I now felt a little nervous. How would we all react to each other now? How could I look Fiona in the eye knowing that her man was secretly in love with me? Last night it seemed very simple. I wanted Tony, Tony wanted me, and I had no problem stripping down and showing him my wet pussy with my entire fist inside. In the morning, however, everything seems a lot more complicated.
I went downstairs and entered the kitchen. Fiona was already there sipping from a mug of hot coffee.
"Morning," I said, yawning.
"Good morning Sonia," she replied, "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a log. I haven't slept so well in ages." I replied, "What happened last night? I heard voices soon after I went to bed."
I was curious about what they talked about after the crash. I hoped he hadn't hurt himself.
"Nothing really, Tony managed to fall of the computer chair. He said he'd fallen asleep." She rolled her eyes as she spoke.
I peeked into the living room and asked, "Where is Tony?"
"He had to go to work to finish something off, apparently." She said, "He said he'll be back before 12.
"If you ask me he was wanking off again last night when he fell of the chair"
I looked at her expression to see any sign of anger, there was none, only resignation.
"What makes you say that?" I asked her.
"Well, I caught him a few weeks ago at 4 in the morning, sitting at the computer with his cock out. I couldn't see what he was looking at and when he heard me enter the room he must have closed whatever was on the screen." She said. "I really can't explain why he does that, I'm constantly sucking and fucking him, he's not sexually starved for Christ's sake!"
"Maybe he needs more that just to have his balls drained." I said without thinking.
I really shouldn't use an explicit tone when talking about my best friend's boyfriend. But I saw him in a different light now and I had to be more careful how I phrased my words with Fiona.
"What do you mean?" asked Fiona. I tried to formulate the words in my mind before speaking them out loud. "Well, maybe he needs to feel more desired and less used. I know how blunt you can be with him at times. And I also know that you like sperm too much." I said.
I tried to sound more objective and less informed about Tony's true feelings. I knew that Fiona thought that I was the last person who could talk to her about not using a man for the sole purpose of pleasing oneself, but I continued anyway.
"What I mean is," I continued, "Sometimes I've had to make guys feel wanted to get the most out of them. I think that some men need to feel that they are more than just a cock with legs and a full time job."
Fiona stared at me with a blank expression on her face.
"Maybe you're right." She said finally, "But I don't know how to do that. Maybe he needs to be with someone like you."
I'm not sure if at that point she noticed that I was blushing, but I certainly felt hot and bothered. I began to think that she sensed something about our feelings, but it was probably just me being paranoid.
"Do you love him?" I asked her. I looked her squarely in the eyes. The question was very important to me.
She gazed through the window but didn't answer me, so I asked her again.
"Do you really love him, or are you just comfortable in a routine with someone who treats you well?"
She finally looked at me.
"Of course I love him, at least I think I do." She seemed confused. "You think I don't love him?" she asked.
I wasn't sure how to answer that question and I didn't want to get into a debate about her personal feelings. After all, I wasn't exactly unbiased.
"I don't know Fi, you told me yesterday that you were bored and wanted some stranger on a bus to cum in your mouth." I said.
We heard the front door open and the close and after a few seconds Tony came into the kitchen. My hands were shaking and I couldn't look him in the eye in the presence of Fiona. He gave Fiona a peck on the cheek but didn't, for one instance, look in my direction or say anything to me.
Although I understood his situation, I felt discarded and abandoned at that moment. All my hopes and expectations fell like a lead balloon. I turned around quietly and went to my bedroom, locked the door and sat down on the bed.
It is at these moments when one is more susceptible to paranoia and insecurity. Negative thoughts invaded my mind. Maybe he didn't like what he saw, maybe he felt disgusted at me doing what I did. Maybe he didn't love me anymore. Maybe I'd lost him forever. What if he'd been in love with someone else that he thought was me but wasn't and I'd disappointed him. I started shaking and tears ran down my cheeks.
There was a knock on my door.
I looked up and dried my eyes with my hand.
"Yes?" I said weakly.
"It's me, Tony," he replied, "Can I come in?"
I stood up quickly, and after checking myself in the mirror, opened the door. Tony came in, closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed. I looked at him but said nothing waiting for him to speak first. I had to know what he thought about what had happened.
Minutes seemed to go by in silence.
"I desperately needed to speak to you but now I don't know what to say." He said finally.
I couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears started to fall again from my eyes and I started to cry heavily.
"I'm sorry I've disappointed you," I cried out. "I know it was a slutty thing to do, but..."
Tony stopped me from continuing; he stood up and held me tight. Putting his warm hand on my cheek to dry it he moved his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I closed my eyes and let my emotions take me away. My mind went blank as he detached his mouth from mine.
"I love you, Sonia." He whispered, "I adore you and need to be with you more than ever."