if she knew that I was so lost on my quest to please her, that I had to ask a stranger for directions.
She’d never forgive me for divulging our private sex lives to anybody. She’d probably cringe at the very thought of the amount of detail Dr. Colson tried to pull from me last time, and that was just the first session! We’ll get deeper into this, and I know that means it’ll require even more specifics. So, Becky can never find out. As far as she’s concerned, I’ll just gradually get better and better at bringing her to orgasm. I, for one, can’t wait to surprise her. Just wait until she comes for the first time. Just thinking about it makes me hard, even as I drive past my seventy-year-old neighbor who’s sitting on her porch with her feet on the railing.
As I approach our house, I press the button in my truck that raises the garage door. Inside, I see Becky’s white Nissan parked backwards. She’s inside, just as I imagined, and my heart speeds up as I back my black Silverado into the spot next to hers. I’m sure she can hear the rumble of my engine in the kitchen of our house, but she has no idea that I’m ready to start something new today. Her days of sexual frustration and disappointment are over.
We’ve only had one session, but I feel like I’ve turned a page mentally. It’s not just the conversation with Dr. Colson, it’s the craving in me that yearns to give Becky what she wants. I will do it, because I can feel the tide slowly turning, and it’s not turning in my favor. I will be what she needs me to be, and I won't let anything stand in my way.
9
~ Sean ~
“Hi, honey. I’m home.” When I walk into the house, I find Becky standing at the stove. She’s still wearing the black and white dress she wore at the hospital earlier today, with her hair tied into a ponytail that’s now hanging over her shoulder as she leans forward. Her elbows are resting on the granite countertop, and she’s holding her phone in front of her gorgeous face, texting away.
Becky stands there in all her glory, looking as beautiful as ever—as if she didn’t get home an hour ago from working in a busy hospital, where stress and emotions hang on you like a parka. She’s stunning. So stunning, in fact, that it takes me a minute to realize she hasn’t even noticed I walked in. Her round, light brown eyes are glued to her phone as she texts, then stops to wait for a response from whoever is on the other side. She’s lost in a world that is her screen, and my head tilts to the side as I watch her read whatever whoever has sent back to her. Becky’s mouth curls into a playful smile as she reads, and it’s in that moment that my heart starts to pound, as curiosity mixed with an unfounded jealousy is born within me.
I clear my throat much louder than anyone would ever need to, and Becky snaps back into this world. Her head jerks in my direction and she presses the button to close the screen on her phone. I could be reading too much into it, but that seemed sneaky. The feeling that something is wrong weighs on me like I'm in a room with too much gravity.
“Oh, hey babe,” Becky blurts as she stares at me, wide-eyed. “I didn’t even know you were there. Why didn’t you say anything when you came in?”
A puzzled expression takes shape on my face. “I did. I guess maybe you didn’t hear me. You looked really busy texting.”
“Oh? Yeah, I guess. How was the close of your shift? I saw that woman come in as I was leaving. The one with the gash in her cheek. That looked bad.”
I can’t help the furrow in my brow in response to her question. I’ve never known Becky to act this way. She seems unconfident all of a sudden—shaky, like she’s jittery about being caught doing something inappropriate.
Becky leaves the phone on the counter and turns her body towards me. She places a hand on her hip and releases a breath that sounds like she’s been holding it for too long. Even the hand on her hip looks like it’s not supposed to be there—as if her own hand is uncomfortable with the situation.
“Yeah,” I