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That’s because you’re too worried about rolling over the right way. You just do it. It’s simple. Just do it like you’re alone in bed and want to roll over.
Okay, I got this. One, two, three.
With a loud yawn, I stretched, rolling over and tucking my pillow under my chin. Grinning to myself, I was pretty impressed by myself.
See, that was easy. He didn’t suspect a thing. You did it.
I know, that was a lot easier than I thought. I just got nervous.
Yeah, because rolling over is so fucking hard.
Hey, it is when the pressure is on. Now the question is, how do I get out of bed? Do I pretend that I just woke up and stand up and walk to the bathroom as if nothing happened?
What else would you do?
I don’t know. Maybe I should wait for him to wake up. Then it’s like I’ve been sleeping the whole time and totally oblivious to everything that happened. Then I don’t have to mention a thing.
Or…you could just stand the fuck up and go to the bathroom. Meanwhile, he’ll slip out of bed and go about his day. Voila, problem solved.
You think?
I really hate these conversations.
And then I was alone with my thoughts. My singular thoughts. I hated when I did that. If a man had any clue what it was like to be inside a woman’s head, he’d probably commit suicide.
Yawning again, thinking I needed to make it really sound like I just woke up, I tossed off the cover and got up, scrubbing my eyes as I walked gingerly to the bathroom. After shutting the door, I leaned back against the door and sighed. Fuck, that was really hard.
I heard grumbling on the other side of the door and turned, pressing my ear to the door. It was impossible to hear what he was saying, but soon his footsteps retreated, leaving me alone again. I took a relieved breath and stripped out of the clothes he gave me last night. As cozy as they were, they smelled like him, and I woke up feeling especially horny.
Like that had anything to do with me nearly groping him.
I snorted to myself and turned on the shower. The tension of the past day was really getting to me. It was bad enough that my house was torn apart, but now I was staying with a man who I was clearly attracted to, but had no interest in me. My lady parts were on fire, needing some desperate relief, but that would never come.
My eyes flew open as I stepped under the water. Speaking of coming…
I had the time and he wasn’t in here. I could quickly get myself off. That would at the very least keep me from mounting him the next time I saw him. And that was a very strong possibility at the moment. I slid my hand down through my folds, unsurprised to find that I was already wet.
Yep, keep telling yourself this will work. It might take away a tiny bit of the tension, but that won’t stop you from ogling him every chance you get.
Shut up. I have to do something! I can’t take it. It’s been way too long since I’ve had a man touch me.
Well, it ain’t gonna happen with him. You’d have better luck getting off with your roommate.
Ew, you don’t have to be so nasty.
I’m just calling it like I see it. Besides, he’s not that good looking.
Are you kidding! Those eyes! So intense, yet full of life and humor. I love a man that has a funny side.
Yeah, because his humorous side will get you off.
No, but those hands certainly could. Ugh, I can just imagine him throwing me on the bed and pulling my legs apart. And then he would look into my eyes with that devilish smirk right before lowering his lips to mine. It’s been too long since a tongue has been on me.
And I doubt that will change anytime soon.
Oh God, and then he’d slowly lick my pussy, pinching me in just the right place. I bet he’s like that, you know? Knows exactly what a woman needs and how to give it. I bet his thick fingers can make a woman come in seconds.
But do you really want just his fingers?