To my readers: Sorry this took so long to put up. I fell way behind on my writing during the pandemic, and other things took priority. I want to thank everyone who showed so much appreciation for the earlier chapters of this story. I honestly did not expect it to get as much support as it did. That's really the main reason I'm continuing it. I had only intended for the first three parts, but it got such a great response that I feel I have to keep going. I don't know how far it's going to go now, but I am as curious to find out now as you are.
I will post the next part of this as soon as I can. Thank you all for your support and patience.
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Over the next few months, pretty much everything seemed to go back to normal. Every other aspect of my life remained relatively unchanged. My job, my friends, my apartment...it was all just as it always had been.
But I felt different. I didn't quite know how to explain it. Not that I tried, of course. I knew I couldn't tell anybody what had happened. When my coworkers asked about my trip, I just smiled and said it went fine. I never felt the need to mention just how fine.
The entire drive back from Vermont, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was torn. Logically, I knew what Emily and I had done was wrong. I knew that we had crossed a line that anybody else would think was absolutely unconscionable. However, I couldn't deny the fact that that may very well have been the best sex I ever had. My feelings of guilt and shame were quickly overridden by my slowly growing erection, only to rise again shortly afterward.
I was still tossing things over in my mind when I went back to work and had to face other people again. That was when the full feeling hit me. When I had to look other people in the eye and pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
That was the real rush. That was the true turn on. Not just the sex, but the secret. Walking around amidst normal people, all the while carrying this nasty little secret in my pocket. It was positively exhilarating. All the more so because nobody even noticed.
Well...almost nobody.
"Did you get laid or something?"
My thoughts had been drifting away, my imagination replaying a perfect view of Emily looking up at me with those eyes while she sucked my cock. I had been staring blankly at the computer screen in front of me for several minutes, my fingers resting lazily on the keyboard but typing nothing. I looked up, still not entirely zoned back in, to see my coworker Kate looking down at me.
"What?"
"You look like you got some," Kate said. She was half smiling, so I couldn't tell how much she was kidding.
"How so?"
"I don't know. You just have that vibe, I guess. I know that look, though. You looked like you were entertaining some pretty naughty thoughts."
She was fully smiling now. Kate was beautiful when she smiled. To be fair, she was beautiful all the time. She was tall and fit, with long brown hair down to the middle of her back. She always wore a button-up blouse to work, which hugged her figure and showed off her near perfect breasts. Today, she had somehow managed to forget to button it all the way up, because I could just see the beginning of her cleavage. Kate looked at me with chocolate brown eyes, and one eyebrow raised in an appraising sort of way.
She was a perpetual flirt, too, and this was not the first time she had made some lewd comment in my direction. It was nothing really out of the ordinary for her, though, so I didn't think anything of it.
"Maybe I was," I said.
"So, did you get any or not?" She was asking in earnest now.
"No," I said. "I was in Vermont with my family. What kind of sex do you think I'd be having?"
"Well, you were thinking about
something
raunchy," she insisted. "I just assumed."
As much as I enjoyed being flirty with her, I didn't want to press the conversation at that moment.
"I was," I admitted, "but that's been happening a lot lately. Dry spell."
"Oh," she said, genuine sympathy in her voice. "I'm sorry."
"It happens."
"Well, for your sake, I hope you get out of it soon."
"Hope springs eternal."
"Well, we have a meeting in a few minutes," she said, then leaned in real close to whisper in my ear, "so you better cool your jets. Something else is springing."
She straightened back up, winked at me, and walked away.
That night when I got home, I immediately called Emily. She picked up after three rings, and I was greeted by a barrage of giggles from the other end.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey, cuz," she said, drawing out each word as she held back from laughing. "What's up?"
"Not much. Are you okay?"
More giggling. That's when I noticed she wasn't alone.
"I'm fine," she said. "Just hanging out with Amanda. You remember her, right?"
Her childhood friend, Amanda. I remembered her. I also remembered how Emily had mentioned that they fooled around together. The hard on I worked so hard to get rid of earlier started to return in full measure.
"Oh," I said, smirking to myself. "Are you girls behaving?"
I sincerely hope not
, I thought.
"Of course," Emily said, her tone indicating it was a blatant lie.
"Well, I won't keep you then," I said. "I just wanted to see if there had been any progress on your college search."
"A little," Emily said. She wasn't giggling anymore, but she was still talking very slowly. It almost sounded like she was having trouble thinking clearly. "I have my eye on a few."
There was an odd pause now. It sounded like she had meant to say more, but had gotten sidetracked.
"Any around here?" I prompted.
"Yes," she said, followed by another pause. "I have to call and arrange campus tours, though."
I waited patiently this time before she spoke again. "You'll see me again soon. Promise."
"Okay," I said. "Well, I won't keep you any more. You girls have fun, okay?"
"Definitely." Then she hung up.
I was about to toss my phone aside, but then it went off, announcing a text message. It was from Emily.
<(I miss you.)
I texted her right back.
