He woke up convinced it hadn't actually happened. Not because it felt unreal, more because things like that didn't just happen. Not to him, and most certainly not the same day he met his new neighbor three doors down from his new house.
He stared at the ceiling and let it come back to him piece by piece. The bonfire. The walk across the street. The patio.
And then Selene on her knees, looking up at him like she had all the time in the world. He put his arm over his face and laughed to himself.
Will every Friday night on Waverly Lane be like that?
He'd expected to wake up with some version of guilt. Selene was a married woman who he had just met. It wasn’t his place to question why it happened, but some of the guilt continued to trickle in. It was there somewhere in the background, he wasn't completely oblivious.
For as much guilt as John had, he also felt genuinely good. The kind that only comes from an intense orgasm, lighter than he had felt in a while. The kind of good that comes from something you didn't plan.
While he reveled in the events from the previous night, he realized something of potential consequence. Did anyone see them?
He'd walked home well after midnight. Down Waverly Lane, in the dark. He tried to remember if any lights had been on, if anyone had been out. He couldn't think of anyone. But that didn't mean he wasn’t seen by someone.
Rachel's party had still been going when they left. A dozen people who all lived on the same street. He thought about the look Rachel had given Selene on the way out. Did she know?
He got up, pulled on shorts, and figured he'd think about it at the gym.
Iron Training on a Saturday was a different crowd than the weekdays. John got there later than he normally does and found himself scanning the floor, looking for her, before he realized he was doing it.
She wasn't there.
He looked away. Saturday. Different schedule. It didn't mean anything.
The workout was solid, better than it had any right to be after a night of drinking, and he got through forty-five minutes without thinking about the previous night too much. He showered, grabbed a coffee, and went home to a Saturday that didn't have much going on.
He did some laundry, cleaned up the kitchen, and began to work on his backyard. He played some music and worked his way through the afternoon like a person with things to do, trying to drown out his thoughts. It mostly worked, but his mind continued to wander. The way she'd set her wine glass down before she kissed him. Her hands on his face. What she'd said into his ear like it was nothing.
He eventually gave up on the yard and went inside.
-
Selene awoke feeling empowered.
She thought back to the entire night. A flutter when John walked into Rachel's backyard, the rush of deciding to kiss him, the desire she'd felt with her lips around his cock. She felt a tingle between her legs. Something she hadn't felt in a long time when she was alone.
She thought about John more. What it would feel like to have him inside her. How she craved the weight of him on top of her.
Almost as a reflex, her hands began to explore her own body, pushing up her white sheer babydoll, the one that fit her just right, skimming her curves without hiding them.
Without realizing it, Selene was pinching her nipples with one hand while gently rubbing her clit with the other. She needed to cum. She'd wanted to the night before, but she knew she couldn't fuck John.
Now she could fantasize about it.
She reached into her nightstand, grabbed her vibrator and pressed it against her clit, a gentle moan escaping her lips as the pleasure built. She thought about John. His cock inside her, thrusting, teasing, filling her completely.
She felt her orgasm approaching and didn't fight it. Her toes curled, her body convulsed. She felt waves of pleasure crashing through her.
"Oh John," she moaned, wishing he was there.
She kept the vibrator pressed against her clit, riding into a second orgasm. The pleasure hit harder than her first orgasm, her body tensing before she felt herself squirt, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, removing the vibrator but continuing to run her hands slowly over her legs and chest, spreading the warmth of it across her skin.
When the pleasure finally settled, Selene rolled out of bed, put her vibrator away, and looked at the sheets.
"I guess I'm doing laundry today," she said out loud, to no one, and smiled.
-
John hadn't meant to count but somewhere around Tuesday he'd realized he was doing it and couldn't stop. Four days since Friday night. He'd seen her car in the driveway twice. That was the extent of it.
Wednesday morning he got to Iron Training at seven-twenty and started his warm-up. John found himself using the gym as both a distraction and a hopeful opportunity to bump into Selene again. He hadn’t seen her since Friday and was beginning to think that she was avoiding him, as she wasn’t in the gym the previous mornings at their usual time.
He kept his eyes on the mirror and finished his set. He racked the bar and reached for his water bottle. Empty. He needed a break in between sets and walked to the water fountain at the back of the room. He zoned out while filling up his water bottle, not paying attention to anything besides the music coming from his headphones and the rising level of the water filling his bottle.
All of a sudden, he felt someone hovering. He turned around to move out of the way, surprised to see Selene standing behind him.
He hadn't seen her come in. One second he was alone and the next she was right there, close enough that he could have reached out, her voice low enough that nobody else would catch it.
John took his headphones out to say a quick hello.
"I had fun on Friday," Selene said quietly so that only John could hear. "I even had fun by myself on Saturday thinking about you."
She turned on her heels and walked away, swaying her hips just enough that he couldn’t look away.
Back to her corner of the floor, same pace she always moved, not looking back. Like she'd commented on the weather.
John stood there at the fountain longer than he should have, watching her settle back into her set like nothing happened, her form perfect, not a glance in his direction.
He grabbed his bag and walked out.
He made it home without really remembering the drive, sitting in the car with his hands on the wheel for a minute.
I even had fun by myself on Saturday thinking about you.
He got out of the car, went inside, and headed straight upstairs to his room. Shorts and compression tights stripped off, John dropped into the chair in the corner of his bedroom.
He thought about what Selene had said.
I even had fun by myself on Saturday thinking about you.
He grabbed his cock and was fully hard within seconds. He paid attention to his sweet spot on the underside of his tip, knowing he wouldn't be able to last long. The days since Friday had been spent replaying the feeling of Selene's mouth wrapped around his cock. He could feel himself getting close when he took his hand away and began taking slow, deep breaths.
He was edging himself. Aching to cum but wanting to savor it. Pretending he was saving his load for her.
Stroking again, slowly, intentionally, from tip to base. Not pushing himself as close as before, savoring the pleasure knowing that Selene had been thinking of him.
How many times had she cum thinking about me? Will I ever get a chance to be with her again?
Friday came back to him in pieces. Selene begging him to cum in her mouth. Watching her swallow his load. Those were the memories. What had happened, what he knew. What he didn't know yet was what it would feel like to be inside her, and his mind went there anyway. Her pulling him closer. Thrusting deep, feeling her around him. That was enough to make him pick up the pace, knowing he was going to cum soon.
Her voice came back to him then, clear as if she were in the room. I want you to cum for me. Stroking faster and faster, thinking about her mouth on his cock again, needing to cum, needing her. He came quietly, the pleasure erupting onto his hands, abs, and stomach. He stroked himself gently until he was soft, thinking about when he might see her again.
