To those who have enjoyed the series, I apologize for the lengthy delay.
I never intended for there to be any sex in chapter six. But there were several negative reviews of my earlier chapters, and I felt pressured into writing a sex scene. I tried to make the sex feel like a natural progression, but it never felt 100% authentic to me. Maybe 90-95% percent authentic. I believe the characters would have made out, possibly grope for a while, but full intercourse seemed too soon.
I was so disgusted at writing myself into a corner that I just didn't feel like moving on. I considered deleting chapter six and resubmitting a new version until I saw how well received it was.
You guys appreciated the chapter and gave it the highest average score of anything I've submitted. I have had more than 24,000 views, more than 400 votes (with an average of 4.74) and had 15 nice comments and just one bad comment, which is quite a ratio in a public forum. Thank you for your kind words, and I hope this chapter feels authentic.
Lil Henry
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After a minute I knew I'd better slide off. I was so worn out and so satisfied on a physical and emotional level that I was afraid I might doze off right on top of her.
Leave it to the real world to ruin a perfectly good warm fuzzy.
As soon as I pulled out, Randi was reaching to the nightstand for a couple of tissues. She tried to wipe up our escaping fluids, but then went back for more tissues.
"We made quite a mess," she said, her face reddening.
"Sorry," I said reflexively. Then she looked at me questioning, and I could sense some doubt and possibly some hurt in the expression.
"Not about this, I mean," I said, waving my hand in a circle around the bed, hoping she'd understand. "Just the mess part of it."
"Why couldn't your bedroom have an adjoining bathroom?" she asked, turning and sitting up so that her back was to me.
"That's because it's not a bedroom, it's a dining room."
"Really?" she replied as she stood and moved toward her clothing at the foot of the bed.
My eyes took in the sight as I answered. "Yeah, Paige is in my old room. The flat screen is where she used to have her bed."
"Never had sex in a dining room before," she said, stepping into her black panties and shimmying them up her hips. Her lips were still puffy from our love-making, and a familiar twitch hit downstairs. Already? Shouldn't he need a long break?
She slid her shirt back on, but without the bra so that her nipples shown through the fabric.
My body was reacting way too strongly, so I tried to turn back to the conversation.
"Yeah, well neither have I."
"Wait, what?" she asked. "Hold on, this is your room. You've never had sex here? Come on, you're joking."
"No, I'm not. Never had sex in this room before. Never on this mattress either."
She picked up my underwear from the floor and tossed the pair on the bed as she moved up to sit down and lean back against the headboard.
"How is that possible? I mean, you were married," she said, her eyes glancing over at Beth's photo on the drawer chest. "And even after, you've gotta be, like, the hottest 30-something bachelor in town. You must've 'tapped that ass' with some single moms," she said, making a crude pumping motion with her fist.
I snickered. "Really? 'Tapped that ass?'"