Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“That night? We did it a second time, then a third. We sorta figured it out together,” I confessed, remembering the urgent couplings. “We woke the next morning entwined, shit, we were both embarrassed, didn’t know what to say. We finally agreed it was a mistake… not our fault, it just happened… but that we couldn’t ever do it again.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” Kathy asked me, a drop of my sperm still hanging from her lips.

“I wasn’t going to; hell I knew it was wrong… but on the way home from school that day I bought two dozen condoms.”

“Two dozen?” my doc asked with a grin.

“They didn’t last long,” I admitted. “We became lovers… week after week… month after month-”

“You two didn’t date anyone else?” It was a question but somehow I knew my answer would be no surprise to her.

“Un uh. Not for a long time. She was my first… I loved her. Hell you’ve seen her, she’s everything I could ever want.”NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“What about Rosie? She must have found out?” Kathy had put her hand back around my still hard penis as she asked the question. Her excitement was palpable.

“She was still young… we tried to be careful. By the time she’d grown up Maria was dating her husband to be,” I explained.

“Why’d you let Maria marry someone else?” Kathy asked eagerly.

“Hell we knew doc… we knew we couldn’t live together for ever. It’s funny, he’s a nice guy, a little older than Maria, an accountant now, she met him when she was in her third year.”

“He’s not like you is he? Not sexy? Not big?” she asked as her hand squeezed my cock as she ran it from my thick base slowly up the hard shaft.”

“No, but he’s not queer or something… he likes sports… on TV anyway… they make love-”

“But you were always her real man weren’t you? Even when they were dating? There was no way she was going to replace you was she?”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“And after your sister got married?” she asked, ignoring my question. “Did you still want her?”

“I’ll always want her,” I admitted, my eyes locked on hers.

“And you still sleep with her don’t you? Fuck her? Your prick belongs to her, doesn’t it?” Kathy insisted even as her fingers tightened around me. “And the boy?”

I simply gave a quick nod of my head, acknowledging the parenthood of my nephew.

“You made your sister pregnant… fucked her and made her pregnant,” she accused harshly.

But as I watched her I didn’t sense disapproval; instead I knew my story had excited her, not disgusted her. “Since their marriage I’ve sort of drifted the last three years. I’ve slept with a lot of women… shit doc, too many.”

“You’re looking for someone, a wife, aren’t you?” Seeing the acknowledgement in my eyes she rushed on, “But your wife will have to share you, won’t she? With Maria? Maybe even Rosie,” she added.

“Not Rosie,” I protested as my balls tightened for the second time that night under the doctor’s ministrations and a strand of cum hurtled up my cock and then up and out into the air. Kathy released me before the second bucking ejaculation of my penis. We both watched as my prick bobbed in the air shooting out line after sticky line of white cream.

“What if I’ve finally found her?” I asked as my cock slowly softened.

“I’m married,” she answered having understood my meaning.

“So let’s hear your story,” I said, grabbing Kathy’s hand, “what’s with the midget husband? Who’s he a substitute for?”

“What do you mean… no one,” she denied as she backed towards the door, but there was a crimson blush spreading on her face as she lied.

“Hey!”

“What?” she asked timidly.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I? I probably shouldn’t have told you… about Maria I mean. I know you don’t understand, about how it felt to be all alone… it’s not an excuse Doc but I love her. I want you-”

“I’m married.” I watched her as she said those two words and couldn’t help but see the sadness they caused her reflected in her face. Then, as she stood watching me from near the door, I saw a change flash across her features, could almost hear the click of a decision made come from somewhere deep in her brain. “My mother died when I was seventeen Johnnie, slowly, from cancer,” I heard, the pain that lay behind the words striking me almost like a physical blow.

“Kathy-” I started, meaning to offer some solace.

“I know how you felt Johnnie, how you and your sisters felt. About your parents… about everything… about sex.” She stopped for a second, looked at me searchingly and then went on, “I lost my virginity on my eighteenth birthday… to my father.” And then Kathy turned and fled from the room.

* * * * *

I didn’t see Kathy on Friday, she was away at a conference for the weekend, and so I was officially released on Saturday at around noon by one of the hospitals residents. Although able to walk with the help of a cane, I was wheeled out of my room in a wheelchair by my two sisters, feeling foolish as I held an armload of flowers in my lap.

Rosie had received a list of instructions for my care and she and Maria almost drove me crazy for the rest of the day, flitting around me trying to anticipate my every need. Christ, they wanted me to stay in bed and piss in a milk bottle instead of using the toilet.

But I couldn’t get the look on Kathy’s face as she fled from my room out of my mind. I couldn’t wait to see Kathy again… couldn’t wait to hear about her father… couldn’t wait to feel her body as I slipped inside her…

TO BE CONTINUED…

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