So we’re sitting at the table, I’m eating my cereal, scrolling through my phone. He belches. I jump and roll my eyes, “ooops, pardon me” he laughs. I scoff and carry on scrolling.
The notification pops up, “Luke likes a photo you shared” I feel the electric shoot through me. Luke, the guy, the abs, my god the dick… a downpour of memories hit me like a bolt. How amazing he always smelled, how he always liked getting rid of body hair and how his skin tasted.
I close the app, he liked a photo of a fancy salad I made, I’m being insane.
It’s there though, that niggling arousal.
I finish my coffee and leave the table to get ready for my day. I kiss Scott on the neck, see he’s playing that stupid game on his phone again, he does reach his hand around to stroke the back of my head. We’re close, he’s definitely my best friend, 10 years does that to you.
I head to the bathroom and get the shower going, as hot as lava. I’ve started back at the gym and I’m pushing myself a bit hard. The ache feels good though, I’m still recovering from the session before last and the workout yesterday on my butt and thighs is already really starting to ache.
The hot water feels amazing on my achey muscles, I make sure to stretch and rub them firmly under the soap and water.
My mind goes back to Luke’s shower, the big walk in one with slate and stone tiling. He used to enjoy soaping my body down after we worked out. Every inch of me.
I remember how he used to like me shaved. My red pubic hair is neat now but it used to feel really hot to be smooth down there, especially with how much he enjoyed it.
I grab the razor and oil, no harm in a restyle.
When I’m done I jump out, towel down and remember to put oil on all the delicate shaved parts. It feels so smooth and the oil makes my fingers feel amazing against me. I lay my towel on the bed and lie on top. I’m sure I can enjoy a few moments with my freshly smooth pussy. I start moving my two middle fingers in small circles around my clit. I’ve just washed but I can feel how wet I am already. I start thinking about Scott and that time when we got carried away on our 3rd anniversary and we ended up doing it on the dinner table. It’s my go to memory, so hot how he wanted me so badly then. He couldn’t grab me hard enough or kiss me deeply enough. Mmmm, I slide my fingers in to me, god I’m wet. I remember how Scott touched me, putting his hand between my legs whilst biting and sucking my nipple. I’m shallow moaning now, using both hands, two fingers in me, two fingers on me. Everything building. Mmmm, I remember how he slid his hard dick deep in to me. God, it’s building now.
My memories change, before I realise, I’m at that hotel again, the hot weather clinging, sweat beading all over our bodies. I can smell Luke’s aftershave, and taste the salt of the skin on his neck, I can feel the wall against my back with his fucking amazing arms holding me as his huge dick gets deeper than I’ve ever felt anything. And then it happens, I cum so hard remembering that orgasm, remembering how deep he came in me.
Crap! What was that?! I feel like I’ve violated myself, why was I thinking of him?
Scott walks in “having fun?” He smirks. I laugh and blush. “Just got a bit carried away from the shower! I thought I’d do something new, what do you think?” I lie back down and open my legs to show him, gently stroking my sensitive clit. “Hmm, it’s nice but I can’t look like a Viking when I go down on you now.” And he bursts out laughing. I laugh a little with him.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to disturb your fun but I’ve got that works call in an hour and I need my laptop.”
“Oh ok, no problem” I get up and start getting my clothes together. I remember how much better it feels to wear no underwear after shaving, so I opt for a tight, stretch cotton pencil skirt and fitted top. I’m still naked and I go up to Scott and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me back. Then he pulls his face away, looks down at me, kisses my forehead and says “right, let’s get on”.
I smile in response and let go, turning away from him to get ready.
I get dressed and sit back down on the bed, alone in the room again. I don’t feel ok, I know we’re both busy and get tired but I’m getting really fed up of having to push for us to have sex. I definitely thought us both working from home would involve more sex. It’s been two weeks since anything and I actually had to outright ask for that.
My phone goes, interrupting my petulant emoness…
“Hey stranger, I found one of our old pictures and just couldn’t stop thinking about you. hope you’re good, L xxx”
Oh my, I remember those pictures…
I open up my phone to respond, my hands are typing the words without me.
My thumb hovers over “send” what am I doing, I can’t do this, I shouldn’t.
I go to close my phone.
Another message…
“I remember how good you taste, I miss it”
Fuck…