Jenny had woken up before Mary after their post-orgasm naps, and she felt overwhelmed with guilt and shame. She had never meant for things to go as far as they did. She dressed quietly and slipped out the front door, almost in tears. Not knowing where to go, she drove out to her casual boyfriend's house. It was his day off and she knew she'd find him home. She and John were really more "fuck-buddies" than actual boyfriend-girlfriend. They dated occasionally, and it always ended in great sex, but they were both very busy with work and were both fine with the arrangement the way it was.
She pulled into his driveway and rang his doorbell, not really sure why she had gone there in the first place. He opened the door, surprised to see her.
"Jenny! I wasn't expecting you!" he exclaimed. It occurred to her that maybe he had company—they never said they were exclusive.
"Is it okay? I mean, I should have called first," she said quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"Of course, come in!" he said with a smile. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, and had been working out. He held the door open for her, and she brushed by him, feeling his muscular chest and arms as she slid past him. She really did find him very attractive, and seeing him a little sweaty only added to it.
He looked at her face and asked her point blank, "What's wrong?" It suddenly occurred to him that maybe she was there to break up with him.
She looked at him and tried to speak, but ended up starting to cry.
He hugged her, not sure what else to do, and she hugged him back and said, "I did something terrible."
He stepped back and faced her. "What's the matter Jen? What happened?"
"I don't even know what to say. God, I can't even tell you. I don't even know why I am came here, I am so sorry." She turned to run but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
"Whoa! What's wrong Jenny? What the hell happened?" He put his arm around her shoulder and walked her into his den, and they both sat on the couch next to each other, slightly facing each other. "Tell me, what happened?"
"I can't," she whispered.
"Of course you can," he said. "Whatever it is, I'll help you. Trust me"
This went back and forth for a few moments, until finally she burst out crying. "It's Mary." She said.
"What's wrong? Is she okay?" asked John. He was very aware of Jen's beautiful young daughter, and tried his best not to stare at her whenever he was at Jen's house.
"I caught her masturbating," she whispered.
He laughed. "Oh come on! Geez, you scared me! I thought it was something big! That's no big deal!" he exclaimed.
