She looked at me and said, “Are you reading? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you reading a book.”
“Well, I’m on vacation and I just wanted to relax with no plans.”
She said, “What’s Claire up to?”
“I’m not sure. She’s been in her room on her computer. She says she’s writing a report for a class.”
Angela turned and headed for the stairs. I put the book back in the shelf and noticed that the title was “Men are from Mars Women are from Venus” by John Gray. I hadn’t even looked when I grabbed it and if Angela had noticed the title, she’d know I was faking it. I would never even look at a book like that. It must be hers.
I went upstairs to find Angela in Claire’s room. They were talking about school. Claire’s laptop computer was closed on her desk as she conversed with her mother. I went back downstairs to the living room and picked the John Gray book off the shelf again and sat down and started really reading it. I thought that I had better get some better understanding of the differences between men and women because I clearly had no clue.
The day went by as usual. Angela was cleaning up from Christmas, stripping ornaments off the tree and packing them away. Claire helped her for a while but got bored quickly and drifted back to her room.
After dinner, we watched TV for a while and then watched a rented DVD of a recent movie. Afterward, we all went up to bed. I did my bedtime bathroom routine and climbed under the sheets. Angela did her routine too. It takes her longer because of her makeup. The bathroom lights went off and she made her way in the dark to slide into bed on her side. We didn’t speak and she immediately rolled onto her side facing away from me. I lay there on my back staring at the swaying shadows on the ceiling from the streetlights through the trees. My hands were behind my head.
My mind was racing with the events of the day; from Claire’s revelation about her sexual interest in me to her revelation that Angela probably had a lover. I don’t recall ever being in as much emotional turmoil as I was right then. I flashed back to Claire sucking my cock with her mother only feet away in the shower and my cock got as hard as it was then. I guess the question of whether our tryst would be a once in a lifetime event was being answered as I lay there pitching tent under the sheet.
I tried to drift off to sleep but couldn’t. Angela’s breathing indicated she was sound asleep. I pulled back the covers and slid out to the floor. My cock was as hard as a granite post and when I walked to the bathroom in the dark my cock wagged from side to side like a divining rod in search of water.
With a boner like I had, I didn’t have to pee. I walked to the sinks and just stood there looking at my reflection in the dim illumination from the streetlights out front. I stroked my cock a few times just to feel the hardness. I turned and headed back to the bedroom but stopped at the shower room and just stood there. I knew what I wanted to do but it didn’t mesh with what I should do.