I'll admit, the next couple of days were a tad confusing. Truth be told, neither of us knew exactly what to make of the other night.
Because of this, we'd been avoiding one another. Well, at least as much as you can avoid a person who inhabits the same household as you. But really, it wasn't so much that we avoided one another – we still kissed each other hello and goodbye, we still slept in the same bed and all that jazz – but really, we were avoiding the conversation. Avoiding any moments of awkward, potentially intimate silence that would bring on the dreaded conversation about what had happened.
This may have contributed to some of the fights in recent memory. I've got to make another confession: there was a certain level of distrust that I had for her now that I hadn't felt in some time. But also, a sense of guilt, like I was the one that brought it upon myself. I, after all, was the one who asked the questions. Can't help the fact that I didn't like the answer that was given. Also, I had failed to ask the questions earlier, when they really mattered (i.e when we first got back together or even when we were apart.)
There was something else, of course. The looming, unspoken (even within the confines of my thoughts, as I tried desperately to push it out of existence) fact that I enjoyed hearing what Summer had to say the other night. Maybe a level of distrust had been added, but so too had a certain level of excitement. I didn't know what to make of it. I didn't understand some of the images that swam around in my mind now. Visions of Summer...doing certain things. Certain, unmentionable things – with people other than myself.
I shook awake from my daydream. I had to talk to her. I had to put an end to this.
Later that night when we were getting ready for bed I saw my opportunity. It wasn't really my intention to leave it for that late, but the truth of the matter is that I had been putting it off all night.
"Babe?"
She poked her head out of the bathroom momentarily and looked at me as if to say 'what's up?'
"I was thinking about the other night," I told her.
Silence. Then I heard the faucet turn on. She finished rinsing out her mouth and then walked over to me, tossing her arms around my neck. "I'm sorry baby..."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry for the other night. I'm sorry, honey" She kissed me and then leaned back on the bed. I stood over her, confused.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so nosey. I don't know what came over me," I sat down next to her, rubbing my forehead.
"It's okay, I forgive you," she laughed, kissing the tip of my nose.
I put my hand over hers. "You were being serious, though. Weren't you?"
She looked away.
"All this time, I thought I was the only guy that had ever been with you..." I leaned back and my head flopped down on my pillow.
"Baby, I love you. You're the only guy for me," she crawled up next to me and kissed me gently.
"Have you ever cheated on me?" I asked, frowning up at her.
"I...
*smooch*
Love...
*smooch*
You."
She stared at me, her hands on my chest. She brushed hair out of my eyes and behind my ear. "You're my handsome boy. You're stuck with me, mister," she laughed, stroking my hair. "Don't you go trying to get out of this, now. It's too late." She smiled.
I kissed her back and then went for a hug, pulling her close.
"You're trembling, baby. Are you okay?" she asked.
I nodded and kissed her, still holding her close. I looked at her and opened my mouth, but then thought better of it.
"What are you thinking about, baby?"
"Was...was it more than one guy, that you...you know?"
She looked at me for a moment before kissing me fiercely. She slipped me some tongue and we started making out. Her hand rubbed my groin before sneaking its way into my boxers and pulling something out. She kissed my neck and nibbled my ear before taking both of our shirts off and throwing them onto the floor. Next came the pants. She took my hand and guided it down to her pussy. "Look how wet you've made me," she whispered, instructing my fingers on what to do.
She climbed on top and took my cock, which was already in her hand, and guided it to where my fingers were to feel her wetness.
"Do we have condoms?" I asked.
