I wrapped my hand around my cock and turned again. ‘Fuck it,’ I thought. ‘Go for it.’ I quietly opened the door beside the sinks and closed it behind me. I quietly walked down the hall to Claire’s room. She was lying on her back with her hands behind her head. She was awake as evidenced by her turning her head toward me when I stepped through her open door.
I moved over next to her bed. Claire rolled on her side and nudged herself toward me. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock and said, “Jesus Daddy. You’re hard.” I didn’t say a word. She lowered her head and put my glans on her lips. She kissed it and then pushed onto the shaft. I put my hands on either side of her head and groaned hard. I started fucking her face and she was taking all of me, “AAAWWWKKK AAWWKK AAWWWKKK.”
I mumbled, “Oh my God Claire. Fantastic.” She pulled her head back and dipped down to suck my balls and I groaned again. She kissed her way up my shaft and rolled her lips over the knob again and took it right to her throat. I said, “Fuck. Yes.”
I didn’t last more than five minutes before I blew my load into her mouth. She swallowed it all and smacked her lips with her tongue. She pushed her lips back on and lashed my shaft with her tongue to clean me off. She pulled back again and wiped my cock on her sheet. She lay back and I bent down and kissed each nipple and then her lips before I turned and headed back the way I had come.
I quietly opened the bathroom door and just as quietly shut it behind me. I took one step into the bathroom heading for the bedroom when Angela said, “Is she better than me?” She was sitting on the toilet out of sight. My heart, which was already beating hard from Claire’s blow-job, was thudding in my chest. Actually it felt like it was thudding in my throat.
I turned to face the dark form sitting in the blackness of the toilet alcove. “Probably,” was all I said.
“What the fuck does that mean? She’s had a thing for you for years. Don’t tell me you and she hasn’t gotten it on. How long has it been going on?”
I decided to be truthful because it was apparent that she wouldn’t believe me anyway. “Today,” was all I said.
Angela laughed and said, “Yeah, right. I already knew about today. Her room reeked of sex when I got home and you’re sitting innocently in the living room reading my John Gray book. You two aren’t very good at this.”
I was getting angry now and responded, “Well, with one day’s experience behind us, I’m sure we aren’t. We’ll get better.” I regretted saying that as soon as it came out of my mouth. That was the end of that conversation. I decided to attack her about her trysts. I hoped Claire had the straight scoop. “Who are you seeing on the side? What’s his name? How long have you been seeing him?”
Angela laughed and said, “You’re just throwing shit against the wall to see what sticks.” I evoked the witness that Claire had mentioned as proof. She laughed harder and then got serious. “I have been seeing someone for quite awhile now. I can’t tell you his name because it’s not a ‘he’.”