"Steven!"
The tone of her voice was perfect. The, "Oh you naughty boy," tone that he hadn't heard in ages.
"Marjorie! Don't you knock? If I barged in on you in the tub like this you would rip my balls off. I have never even considered going into your room without your permission!"
Steve and Marjorie were ex husband and wife. They agreed recently to share expenses on Marjorie's house and to keep things platonic. Their daughter had become quite ill and had to move back in with her mother. Steve worked from home so he could also help with anything Bobbie needed during the day.
Steve had moved in yesterday. The first thing he thought of was the garden tub. He was amazed that Marjorie wanted him to take the master bedroom. He was also amazed at how good she looked. He hadn't seen her in a year. She had been exercising again and looked amazing. If things were going to be platonic, he might have to spend a lot of time in this tub thinking about her. That is what he was doing when she barged in. Five seconds later and she would have caught him starting to climax.
"I heard you call my name. I thought you needed help."
Nice one. She was always smarter than him.
"You really lost a lot of weight. I don't believe it. You look like you weigh less than when we first met," she said.
He knew what she wanted to say was, "your cock looks huge." When he lost all the weight it just seemed to grow. He wasn't very large beforehand, so he wasn't going to complain.
"Marjorie. What are you doing? I was in the middle of something private. Yes I was thinking of you, but this is me trying to make sure things stay platonic."
She entered the bathroom completely. "So you are here one day and you have to run in here and masturbate thinking about me?" She said it in the same coy tone. That was good. If she had been angry he would have been moving back out tonight.
He decided to play it as if she was anyway. "You are right. I apologize. I need to realize that I can't think about you like that at all. I can't live one way with you and Bobbie and another way in here." He covered what he could with a washrag.
"I'm not sure this will work, Steve. You never could control your raging hormones. I thought maybe you had grown out of it by now, but I guess not. Maybe I better look for a nursing student that can help with Bobbie to be a roommate."
His jaw fell to the floor. She was still using the coy voice, but she was being serious! He looked crestfallen. "I understand," he said, looking down. "I'll just... take a cold shower and repack my things."
She turned and left. What the hell just happened? His cock was nearly limp. A few minutes ago it had gotten even harder when she entered the room. She was wearing white shorts and a t-shirt. She never had very large breasts, but he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Seeing the occasional nipple poke out and her tight legs had made him so hard it was almost painful. Maybe she was right, he couldn't be around her and be trusted to stay platonic minded.
But what was with the coy talk? Was he just being so hopeful he imagined it? No. He was sure.
He got up and stepped into the shower. He didn't need a cold one for his libido anymore, but it might wake him up for the packing. He had barely unpacked. Boy did he mess this up quick.
After the shower he dressed quickly to warm up, then started on his desk. As he was putting away discs and papers he heard the door to his room open. "Still not knocking?" He said, a bit of anger in his voice.
There was no reply. He turned to look and saw the ugliest cat he had ever seen in his life headed towards him. It was half yellow on one side and had blotches of black on the other. When it looked at you directly it looked like it was the most unintelligent creature that ever existed.
It jumped up and proceeded to plop right down in his lap. Wonderful, he thought.
Just then Marjorie came in. Still no knock. "There you are Kevin!" She said, looking at the cat.
"Kevin?"
"After Kevin Costner. They both are so cute!" She walked up and started cooing and talking to the cat like it was a baby. It started purring. He started to get an erection again. The cat felt it and jumped off his lap, running out of the room. For the second time in an hour his ex was looking at him with an erection.
"Well, I see it doesn't take much anymore," she said. Once again she sounded coy, not angry.
"Marjorie, stop. What is going on? I've known you long enough to know your voice isn't showing anger right now. I will be ready to leave in about 30 minutes, but not if I'm missing something. You know me, I can get pretty thick."
She looked at him curiously, then started laughing. "You think I'm playing you? How typical. Give a guy a slightly bigger cock and they think the ex will just fall at his feet."
"So you were looking at it!"
"How could I miss it? You were moaning my name and pumping so hard the dishes were rattling in the cupboards downstairs!"
"Really?" He thought he was being more discreet.
She didn't answer. She just got up and headed towards the door.
And locked it.
"Do not moan loudly or scream or anything," was all she said. Her shirt and shorts hit the floor and she dove into the bed. A pink pair of panties was flipped out from under the sheets.
