School started and Adam left at the crack of dawn for his economics class. Mine didn’t start until lunch, and that was only an elective. My architecture classes didn’t start back up until the day after next, but I couldn’t sleep after he left.
I lay in bed, looking at the high ceiling of our old-world apartment. I’d driven us back from Austin and Adam seemed to be asleep for nearly the whole journey.It was late when we got home, or rather it was early Sunday morning, and we went straight to bed. Barely a word had passed between us since the sex in the dungeon and, when we eventually woke on Sunday proper, things carried on in that vein.
We pecked each other kisses, brought one another drinks, and so on, but kept busy preparing for our upcoming classes. I kept getting distracted, though. Adding to my silent fear about Adam and his lack of desire for me, now I couldn’t get that masked man out of my head. He kept appearing before me, fit and perfect, his black leather mask, and the black leather half jacket that just covered his shoulders, the only clothes he wore, with his long cock so hard and pointing right at me.
There was no mistaking his desire for me. Unlike Adam, this mystery devil didn’t have to find a reason to fuck me. I felt the sweat beading on my lip as I relived the sensations I felt with him. That his focus was on me as he was inside another girl; that he stopped having sex, mid-thrust, to come and speak to me; that, if I’d merely nodded to him, he’d have fucked me senseless without hesitation and I know he wouldn’t have finished until I was screaming for mercy. It made me feel wanted, made me feel sexy, the way Adam used to make me feel.
I wasn’t planning to find this guy, or anyone like him, and cheat. I wanted to make this work with Adam. I loved him. But each disappointment was pushing me further and further away. The fact that he seemed to be ignoring the problem or, worse, thinking that because we’d managed a quick screw on Saturday night things were better, only confused me even further.
I heard Stacy making noise outside my door and decided to go and have some quality sister time. I wasn’t in the habit of gossiping, especially about my own private life, but I needed a kind ear to listen.
I came out in my robe to find her trying to make toast in the kitchenette. She had on the tiniest thong, so small I thought she was naked when I saw her from behind at first, and a tight linen vest didn’t reach down to her hips, showing her toned stomach and angel wings tramp-stamp off. I didn’t see a problem with it, as Adam had gone to class. It wasn’t like she was deliberately trying to flaunt her amazing body, he just preferred tiny clothes.
“I hope you don’t prance around like that when my fiancé’s here?” I smiled, nodding at her as she held up a cup, asking silently if I wanted some coffee.
She made a sarcastic laugh as she grabbed the half-full pot. “Darling,” she announced, “I make sure I never have a stitch on when there’s any man in the house, you know that.”
I giggled and went to sit on our couch. Stacy joined me in seconds, passing me a coffee and dropping a plate of burnt toast on the table, then flopping down beside me.
“When’s your first class?” I asked her, sipping the warm but old brew.
“Biology, this afternoon,” Stacy was pre-med. “Unfortunately, not the kind of biology I enjoy.”
“I feel for you,” I said.
“I bet. You’ve got it easy,” she smiled. “Playing house with a gorgeous boyfriend. No hard work for you whenever you’ve got an itch you need someone to scratch.”
“Like you have to really work hard to find anyone willing to… scratch you.”
“Sure, if I just wanted to bring home any of the lowlifes I spend my evenings gyrating for.”
“Well, maybe we should switch places for a week,” I said evenly, looking off into the distance.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about things maybe not being as rosy in paradise as you think.”
“Really?” Stacy looked right over at me, like she was trying to read something in my face. “What are you trying to say?”
“I mean I love Adam,” I said truthfully, “but things haven’t been exactly fireworks between us lately.”
“Maybe you’re just comfortable with each other,” she reassured me, putting a small hand on my knee. “Sure, the sex might become more sporadic but it certainly looks like the desire’s still there.”
“Does it?” I turned to her, suddenly feeling really upset. The fact that we were presenting this perfect façade to everyone, even our closest friends, and doing such a good job of it, was so depressing I felt like breaking down. “I don’t think the desire is there anymore, Stacy. At least not from him. We’ve barely made love for months. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
I could see Stacy was taken aback. “What about the fetish club and the sexy underwear I found in that box under your bed?” I shot her a look. “I was out of hose so I was trying to steal some of yours.”
“It’s okay,” I smiled. “Besides, the underwear was a non-starter. And we had sex at the fetish club, but it wasn’t exactly passionate.”
“What do you mean?”
“I kinda felt like just a convenient hole.”
Stacy didn’t say anything. She just turned and pulled me to her. I almost fell against her chest, desperate not to cry. I breathed in the sweet scent of her and willed myself to try and draw some of her strength, some of her give-a-damn attitude, some of her confidence. “Don’t worry,” she eventually whispered, “everything’s going to be okay, you’ll see.”
We heard the key in the lock and knew it was Adam coming home. We only had seconds, but we were able to separate, tell each other silently that we never discussed this, and go back to smiling before Adam walked through the door.
“Wow,” he smiled as he looked over us. “My two favorite girls. How’d I get so lucky?” He walked right up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, before heading over to drop his bags and books on the dining table we never ate from.
“Well this is stimulating,” sang Stacy, “but I need to go get ready for class.” She got up and hurried off to her bedroom. Adam, to his credit, didn’t even glance in the direction of her nearly naked ass as she disappeared. Instead, he sat down next to me and turned on the TV. I snuggled up next to him and he stroked my hair. I spent the last few minutes before I had to go to class thinking that what Stacy said might actually be true.