I eased out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to get a couple of bottles of water. I saw the cast iron skillet cooling on the stove and it looked pristine because she wiped some more oil onto the surface and heated it again.
I had no idea she was so domesticated. My assumptions as to who Virginia was couldn’t have been more wrong. I had to admit, she did seem to have changed her demeanor completely just in the little bit of time I spent with her. That much was noticeable. I didn’t think she could have been that good of an actress.
When I walked back into my bedroom, my soft cock swung between my legs, and she stared.
“My eyes are up here,” I teased and sat against my headboard.
I handed her the cold water, and she took a large swig.
“Thanks,” she breathed. “I needed that.”
I nodded and took a drink of mine.
“Don’t hate me, Viv.”
I looked at her as if she were crazy. After what we did a few minutes earlier, I couldn’t have been that bad. I certainly wasn’t rough on her.
“Huh?”
“Please, don’t hate me. I took advantage of you and…”
I laughed, “You’re joking? You took advantage of me? I was always in control, my dear.”
“I started touching you when you were asleep. It’s just, you were so hard. It was all veiny and purple-looking. I thought it might hurt, and you needed release.”
I put my arm around her and gently pulled her into me. “It always looks like that when it’s hard. It’s just the way I’m built. I assume Brian wasn’t the same.”
She laughed, “He’d be lucky if he was half your size. He was all hustle and no bustle when it came to sex, if you know what I mean?”
“I get the picture,” I grinned.
“Viv, I know one roll in the sack doesn’t change things, but I’m hoping you can see how much I’ve changed.”
I agreed, “I can see some change, but it’s going to take some time. Believe me, I never thought I would be in bed with you, let alone on your second day here.”
She smiled and snuggled into my chest, “You won’t believe it, but I’ve always wanted this. I think the way I treated you, partially at least, came from jealousy of my sister.”
“Oh, fuck off!” I blasted and pushed her off me as I slid out of bed.
“You were the worst kind of bitch to me for years, and I still helped you when you showed up on my doorstep.”
“Viv, wait.”
“I took you in and gave you a roof over your head. I bought you clothes. I got you a job. I’m fixing your fucking car, and now you want to tell me you were a world class bitch to me because you wanted to fuck me? Bullshit!”
I slammed the door to my bathroom and started the shower to wash her stink off of me. I was so pissed at her I considered kicking her to the curb.
The hot water falling over my body soothed me. it didn’t calm my mind in the slightest, but it felt good on my weary muscles. I must’ve decided to kick her out a dozen times in my mind, before I talked myself out of it and struggled with why I was being such a pussy.
I dried and dressed, then listened at my door to see if I could hear if she left my room. Not hearing anything, I opened the door and saw she was gone.