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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.

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.

His finger slid upward through my pliant wet
folds, and found my tight clit, slipping slickly over the swollen
little nub. I tried, but I couldn’t control my reaction. My body
involuntarily jerked from the sensation, a spasm rippling through
me.

His touch was instantly gone, and my panties
slid back to cover me. No! Please! I focused on keeping my
breathing regular, wanting him to think that was just an
involuntary reaction, and I wasn’t awake.

Seconds passed like hours, and I could feel
my pussy almost reaching out for him, trying to lure his fingers
back. But after a moment I heard his body shift, and felt his
breath against my ear.

“I love you, Erica,” he whispered so softly I
could barely hear him, even in the silence of the room. He kissed
me gently on the temple before straightening up.

Come back here! My mind screamed as he walked
to the door. Please don’t leave me like this!

But his shadow crossed through the light, and
the door opened and closed again, and he was gone.

Synapses fired through my body like
firecrackers in a Chinese parade. Every nerve ending craved the
return of his touch on me. But the door remained ajar. He wasn’t
coming back.

Sighing, my hand slid down between my legs,
and my finger finished what Shane had begun.

When I awoke, it was nine a.m. and the sun
was shining in through my bedroom windows. I didn’t recall my
middle-of-the-night experience until I was on the toilet peeing and
I looked down at the crotch of my panties. My dried fluids coated
the inside, and the memories of Shane’s visit came rushing back.
Had I dreamed it? I didn’t think so, but how could I be sure? I had
been thinking about him a lot lately, and I had spent the minutes
before going to bed in his embrace, so it would make sense that I
would dream about him.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, but
as much as I thought about it, I couldn’t be sure if it had been
real.

When I got downstairs, I was surprised to see
Shane sleeping on the couch. It was rare for him to do it, and it
usually happened when he was working late in his office. I wondered
if him seeing me getting fucked on his bed, made him want to stay
away from it.

He was lying on his side, facing out, with a
light blanket over him. I sat in the opposite chair, watching him
for several minutes. It occurred to me that our positions were
reversed: I was now watching him sleep. Memories of his touch on me
returned – or at least memories of my dream of him touching me –
and I felt the desire rising in me again.

An idea occurred to me. I walked over and
knelt on the floor next to him. In my mind, I pictured him touching
me, recalling his position. Left hand, I decided.

I moved the covers back slightly, and saw his
left hand was lying on the couch cushion, slightly closed in a
relaxed grip. I slid my hand under it, watching for a reaction.
When none came, I bent my head down and took his index finger into
my mouth, sucking at it softly. It tasted good, but not what I was
looking for. I moved to the middle finger.

As I sucked, the taste washed over me, firing
through my nerve endings. It was the same taste I had tasted on
Joey’s finger last night, after he touched me in the changing room.
The taste of my pussy was on Shane’s finger.

A new gush of wetness spread through me as I
sucked at his digit, wanting to lick it clean. After I was done, I
slid it out of my mouth and laid the hand back down on the
cushion.

I stared into his sleeping face. He was so
beautiful. So manly and rugged. Exactly what I was looking for in
every guy I dated. I never got to be this near to him without him
knowing it, so I couldn’t look at him this closely – with the
adoration I felt for him all over my face. Normally that was hidden
behind the mask I had to wear.

His breathing was deep and regular, and a
calm expression covered his face. At that moment, a feeling of
empathy came over me, as I thought about what he was going through.
Like me, he was lusting after someone he couldn’t have, except he
had the additional burden of having to be the responsible one. I
realized I was waiting for him to do something that was impossible
for him: to make the first move. If I wanted something to happen,
it would be up to me.

I reached out to caress the side of his face,
but stopped myself at the last moment, my hand hovering just above
his skin.

Instead, I leaned in and lightly touched my
lips upon his, imagining what it would be like for him to respond,
opening his mouth and letting my tongue inside.

His breathing remained steady, and I pulled
back, watching him again. I recalled what his touch felt like last
night, and my body quivered. An idea popped into my head.

If he could touch me, why couldn’t I return
the favor? My heart raced as I considered my options. I lifted the
cover to take a peek, and saw he was shirtless and wearing his
favorite gym shorts – thin gray cotton that fit him loosely. I
could just make out the outline of his flaccid cock through the
material.

Letting the blanket back down, I slid my hand
underneath, moving down over the cushion. I overshot and ran into
his naked thigh, and I watched his face closely as I lightly
followed the skin upward.

Reaching the hem of his shorts, my hand moved
up onto the cloth, and I was there, cupping him gently through the
thin cotton. His cock felt warm in my hand, and I felt it shift
slightly as it began to respond to my touch.

I had always wondered if a guy would get hard
from being touched while sleeping, and I was getting my answer. His
breathing never changed, but his dick came alive, swelling and
lengthening inside the confines of his shorts.