Shane’s brow furrowed and he scratched his head. “So wait, Tony’s in my bed with this Gwen girl, and then he makes a pass at you? How does that happen?
I put my face in my hands. “It just did. I don’t want to talk about it.”
He sighed and stared at me. “I knew that Joey was bad news.”
“Shane, it wasn’t Joey’s fault. He stuck up for me.”
“I don’t think you should see him again.”
“I’m not sixteen anymore. You can’t tell me who I can’t see.”
He sat down next to me. “Erica, I’m not saying you can’t see him. I’m trying to treat you like an adult, and give you my opinion.”
“You don’t know him.”
“I know his kind. He’s not the kind of guy you would have a future with.”
“Future? I don’t want a future with him. We just fit well together. We have fun.”
“Don’t you want to be with someone who means more than that?”
I looked at him. “Yeah Shane, I do. But I can’t be with him, so Joey’s going to have to do.”
He gave me a puzzled look. “I don’t understand. There’s someone you want to be with?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters. Who is he?”
I rubbed my forehead. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
“Erica, don’t shut me out.” He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. I accepted his embrace and rested my head on his chest.
“Tell me what’s going on, honey,” he said, combing his fingers through my hair. I snuggled into him, my mind floating away. His voice soothed me, as if I was being hypnotized.
“So there’s another guy?” he asked.
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“You love him?”
“Very much.”
“And you can’t be with him?”
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
“He doesn’t love me that way.”
“I find that hard to believe. You’re a beautiful girl.”
I snuggled closer.
“Have you told him how you feel?”
I shook my head again.
“Then that explains it. How is he supposed to know?”
I shrugged.
“Erica, you have to tell him.”
I lifted my head and looked at him. “Shane, I can tell you anything, right?”
“Of course.”
“Well,” I paused, “When I make love to other men, I think of him.”
His eyes opened wide, and I could see he was searching for words.
“Um, really?”
“Yes. With every other guy. I’m always imagining it’s him.”
“But Erica, that’s not healthy. If you want to be with him, you should be with him, not those other guys.”
I shrugged. “I know.”
“Then what’s stopping you?”
I ignored his question and said, “Have you ever done anything like that?”
“Me? Done what?”
“Slept with one woman while you wished you were with another?”
“Erica, I-”
“Sometimes, I even find guys who look like him, so it makes the imagining easier. Have you ever done that, Shane?”
He stared at me, and I could see his mind working.
“I–I mean- Yeah, I guess I have.”
“Did it hurt when you did it? I don’t mean at the time, but afterwards?”
“Sometimes.”
“It does for me. And sometimes I think that pain is going to be in me forever, do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I do.”
I rested my head down on him again, and we laid in silence for a while, both of us thinking. Then I lifted my head and kissed him on the side of the mouth. “Goodnight, Shane. Thanks for the talk. Sorry again about the lamp.”
I got up and started for the stairs. His voice stopped me.
“Erica?”
“Yes, Shane?”
“I love you.” The way he said it was half way between telling a girl goodnight, and telling his lover how he felt.
I smiled and said, “I love you too, Shane,” matching his tone.
Chapter 13
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I thought I would be out cold until the morning. But I was wrong.
My eyes popped open in the middle of the night, and I focused on the clock on my alarm. It was 3:24 am. What had awoken me? I was about to roll over and get comfortable when I heard a sound.
It was barely there, but it stood out in the silence of the room. It was the sound of movement — a body shifting. I lay frozen, my ears alert.
Was I imagining this? Or was it a dream? I looked around and took in the reality of it. Yes, it was really happening. There was someone in my room with me.
My first thought was of Joey. He had talked earlier tonight about the time he had snuck in, and now he had done it again, this time in the middle of the night. But the more I thought of it, it made less sense. That time had been in the evening, and I had left the back door open. Now our security system would be active, and anyone trying to get in a door or window would have set off the alarm.
Shane. It had to be him. What was he doing in here?
Then I knew. He had watched the videos. And he had come in here to see me. Maybe to wake me and talk, or maybe just to look at me.
I was lying on my side, on top of the covers, wearing a short t-shirt that didn’t cover my midriff, and a pair of panties. My knees were bent and pulled up, causing my ass to stick out. From what I could tell, he was sitting behind me on the chair beside my bed, which would give him a great view of my ass. My bedroom door was slightly ajar, which allowed light from the hallway to spill in, giving him enough light to see me well.
I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of his eyes on me. I wished I had gone to bed pantyless, which I do sometimes in the summer. I would have loved for him to see my pussy lips peeking through the cheeks of my ass. A wetness seeped through my loins.
I listened closely for more sounds. What was he doing? Was he touching himself as he watched me? A bubble of wetness popped softly in me as the thought crossed my mind. I had to fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together, putting pressure on my clit.
I thought of the images he must have just seen on the videos. Like me kneeling in front of Joey and taking his cock into my mouth, sucking him until he exploded. There would also be the images of Tony and Gwen entering his bedroom, and beginning to fuck. And Joey and I would join them, where Joey would fuck me as I kissed Gwen.
I was so wet now, he would have to notice. It had to be soaking through my panties.
What did he think of when he saw the images? Was he angry at me? Did they arouse him? Was there a trace of jealousy there?
I heard a noise and the bed shifted slightly, as if he had put a hand on it. I tried to keep my breath even as my mind worked furiously to figure out what this meant.
All of my senses were reaching out into the darkness, feeling for him. Was he taking a closer look at my ass? Excitement fluttered through my pussy.
Then I nearly screamed. He touched me! My heart almost beat out of my chest as I felt the faint touch of his finger against the material of my panties, with my throbbing pussy just on the other side.
Every atom of my being screamed out to respond — cry out in pleasure and open myself to him. But I held it in check, concentrating on his touch.
His finger moved slowly, feeling along the furrow of my cleft under the silken material, like a blind man reading Braille. Jolts of pleasure shot through me, but I held my body still.
His finger gently pressed in, parting my smooth lips as I felt the satiny material against my inflamed skin. He began a gentle back and forth motion, sliding his finger through my slit. I could feel my pleasure building, and I knew I couldn’t hide it if I came.
His touch left me, and I thought he was done, but I felt a pulling sensation, then a coolness on my skin. When his touch returned, I realized what he had done. He had pulled my panties to the side and now his finger slid through my wet folds, skin on skin.
Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god. All of my nerve endings were screaming with pleasure, as his finger worked gently over the sensitive membranes of my slick labia. Please, please don’t let it stop. I was getting close.