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I've already written several more chapters. I'm enjoying having 'Greg' re-enact fantasies I wouldn't mind playing out myself. I'm already conjuring up ways to wrap this up, but it won't occur before many more chapters. Enjoy!
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I was looking forward to the haircut appointment with Andrea later that day. Of course, I was beginning to feel the sexual rush. But I was also wondering about Andrea's state of mind; why the tears when I left after my last visit?
As I walked in the building, I noticed Dawn's lights out, so she wasn't in. And as I approached Andrea's salon, Kate's room was dark as well. Not uncommon. Andrea did not greet me at the door as usual, she was doing a little tidying getting ready for my visit.
"Good afternoon, madam!" I said, trying to come off like some sort of English butler but failing miserably.
"Oh, Hi," Andrea said. She finished plugging in some shears and went straight for the curtains.
Once she was done, she turned to me. Then she gave me a quizzical look, like something was wrong with me, because I hadn't started stripping.
"Is everything OK?" she asked?
"Yes and no," I replied. "I'm fine. But I have this feeling that you're not"
"I'm OK, I guess," she said with a sigh. "It's just..."
"Just what?" I implored.
"Well, take off your clothes and I'll tell you about it."
It sounded somewhat serious, but then again, Andrea was telling me to strip. So naturally, I stripped and sat in the chair, my normal erection subsiding out of concern for Andrea. Even though we did not share a lot of details about each other's lives, I still felt a closeness to her. I mean, she's seen me naked and she's seen me masturbate. I felt like we were becoming a little closer as friends.
Once the smock was on, Andrea began to talk. I watched her in the mirror, but I didn't play with myself like I normally do. I wanted her to know I was really paying attention to her.
"So, yeah, I'm a little out of sorts," she began. "I'd been seeing a guy for a few months. Everything seemed to be going well. My kids really liked him. I did, too. Then all of a sudden, he broke it off."
There was a long pause as she slowly looked over my hair. I was sure there was a reason. She'd tell me when she was ready to. So I silently let her gather her thoughts.
"I can't believe I'm about to tell you this," Andrea continued, "but... we had always enjoyed a good sex life. At least I thought we did. We'd have sex a couple times a week; usually once during the week and once on the weekends. And then... then... he just stopped..."
I could tell by the tone of Andrea's voice this was difficult for her to talk about. I patiently waited for her to continue. I wasn't about to goad her into telling me details she didn't want to spill.
Another long pause, "He left because... apparently I wasn't exciting enough. He said the reason why we stopped having sex was because he always initiated it. I never did. I didn't know he wanted me to. I mean, look at me. What about me is sexy?" She dropped both arms to her side, as if exasperated and resigned to some miserable plight.