I must have dozed off as I lay there on the sofa with Beth. We had been watching a movie when she started to cry and held her close to console her. My imagine had drifted off to that holiday night, so long ago. Beth and I had gotten close that night, too close. That image of Beth's face, in the moonlight and shadow was burned into my brain. I don't know what I'd expected to happen next, that night. I was somewhat relieved that Sarah showed up when she did. She had bailed me out.
I hadn't thought of that in years. It was the last thing I would have thought of when I considered what it might be like having Elizabeth around.
I must admit that I had recalled that night from time to time, usually when I was all alone. More than once, as I remembered those moments, I became aroused and upon occasion, pleasured myself.
I slowly began to awaken. My mind returned to the present moment. I felt the warmth of Beth's body against mine, the wetness of her tears on my shirt and the strain of my cock against my trousers. I wondered why I was deriving such pleasure from crying women; and they weren't just crying, they were grieving, they were in mourning. It was my newest perversion. Then I thought I heard a woman moaning, bellowing out in passion. I was sure I heard a woman in the throes of an orgasm. I began to wonder where I was. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Beth, still cuddled beside me, still sleeping, but starting to stir. I looked up at the TV and saw Meg Ryan faking an orgasm. She was givin' it hell. I had to laugh.
It seemed awfully loud and it was sure to wake Beth. She stirred a bit more and I fumbled for the remote control. I gathered up the remote, and I was struggling to locate the mute button, as Paige came through the front door. She must have heard the TV. She rushed into the family room to find, Beth and me, all snuggled up on the couch. Beth was getting restless. "Sally's" moans were about to wake her up. Beth turned her face and buried it in my chest, having no idea where she was. She squirmed a little more, and started to make grunting sounds like a little piglet rooting. I was in a panic to mute that damned television before it woke Beth up.
I found the mute and pushed it. It was then that Paige came into view. Beth grunted once more sniffed once or twice, still not quite awake. Paige stood glaring down at us, gaping in total disbelief. I lifted my arm from Beth's waist and laid it on the back of the couch.
"I don't fucking believe you!" she said. "How could you? The two of you?"
It dawned on me how it must have appeared to Paige. Then I remembered "Sally's" moans and could only imagine what must have been going through Paige's mind. Suddenly, the whole thing was hilarious to me. "Paige," I chuckled, "This is not what it looks like." I couldn't help but laugh.
Paige looked down at the bulge in my pants, shook her head, and said, "I know what that looks like"
"Paige," I was pleading. "You don't believe for a minute..." I chuckled again and bit my lip.
