The cathedral bells rang repeatedly as the guitar solo started slowly. I waited in my bed as Nick's alarm blared on the other side of the wall.
"I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain. I'm coming on like a hurricane. My lightning's flashing across the sky." I could hear Brian Johnson's unique voice clearly as AC/DC attempted to wake Nick.
Finally shutting off his alarm, I could hear him stumbling about on his way to his morning shower.
I was still lying naked, just as he'd left me. My pussy was tender, and I still had some of Nick inside me left over from our spectacular orgasms the night before. I could hear the water from the bathroom as I imagined the naked man who had given me so much and allowed me to take what I wanted from him as well.
A smile crept across my face as I thought again of his tender touches and the passion we shared.
I got out of bed and balled up my sheets. Two nights of sex, and they were in desperate need of washing. Rummaging through my drawers, I picked out a black lace bra that I thought Nick would enjoy and a matching pair of panties that let my ass cheeks show just enough. Hearing the water still running, I was curious.
I walked up to the bathroom door and pulled it open. Fair is fair. He watched me, and I admit seeing his wet body reminded me of all the times I'd noticed him in the pool. He was such a gorgeous man, and he had no idea. He was just Nick. My Nick, for a bit longer before I had to relinquish my claim. He did not belong to me, and I knew that. I struggled with it.
Walking into the bathroom, I pulled back the curtain and stepped in to surprise him.
"Shit, Nick, why the hell is the water so cold!" I yelped.
"What the hell are you doing in here, crazy girl?" he asked with a deep laugh.
"I heard your alarm for the ten minutes it went off and figured I'd join you before Melissa came home," I said, feigning innocence and batting my eyelashes.
Nick was a gentleman and rinsed off and adjusted the temperature for me.
"Better?"
"Much," I replied, helpless to resist cuddling up to him.
This was an experience we'd not shared. Just a brief few moments pretending our lives could be normalized together. Seeing his body and knowing I still had a license to do with it as I wished, I grabbed his cock. It was bigger than my hand, and I was proud of myself for being able to take it inside me, considering I'd never had more than my finger, hairbrush handle, or my sister's dildo.
His body couldn't help but respond as he grew firm under my touch. The head began filling my hand as I rubbed under the tip. He just looked at me as I soaped up my hands and began massaging his balls and stroking his now fully erect member.
"Jess, you're starting something we can't finish this morning," He said, obviously trying to control his desires.
"Maybe you can't finish, but I plan to," I teased.
I thought about having the house all to myself while Melissa slept and Nick was at work. Then I thought of Melissa's drawer with her purple sex toy. This led to some guilt about not only borrowing her dildo but also what I was currently doing with Nick. I could tell he felt it, too. I took my hands off of his cock and just enjoyed touching him. I rubbed soap on his back and could feel the muscles hidden beneath the big man's skin. Nick wasn't fat. He had a bit of a tummy that I found cute. I sometimes forgot just how strong he was.
Nick gently moved aside, letting me stand beneath the showerhead. The water felt good against my shoulders. Looking at him made me feel so many things. My body was prepared to surrender to him. Yet, he chose not to use me as he could have.
I leaned over and kissed him. I felt his fuzzy, wet beard against my face as I found his soft lips. Just a kiss, nothing more. He deserved to know that I didn't want to use him either. He was a man, and I was a woman, but that didn't mean either of us was obligated to the service of the other.
As he opened the curtain, Nick surprised me, leaning back in and kissing me twice on my lips. Again, sweet kisses, not trying to push toward anything sexual. He caught me unaware. I had essentially been the instigator of our encounters. This was the first time he'd allowed himself to show me affection on his own. I was happy that he felt safe kissing me.
Nick got out, dried off, and closed the door. I finished my shower, and admittedly, I played a little with the showerhead as I cleaned myself from the night before. Giving my lady a fresh shave, I turned the water off. I dried off a bit and didn't concern myself with covering my body as I left the bathroom. I was secure in knowing I could show Nick what was his as I walked naked into my bedroom and closed the door.
Putting on my black bra and panties, I heard Nick holler from the kitchen, "Coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee, remember?" I answered without opening the door.
"That's right. Coffee is a morning thing, and you don't participate in mornings," he said in his signature giggle, which showed he'd amused himself. He was cute.
I was planning to head to my friend Amber's. We did each other's nails and went to lunch regularly. It was a fun way of saving money on our nails and a great excuse to spend time together. I carried my sheets and some other laundry to the laundry room opposite the bathroom. I heard the door close. It was just Nick coming back in for his coffee after smoking. He was predictable in the mornings.
"Back in eight!" He yelled so I could hear him.
"Then I'll see you in eight," I said, feeling happy that he made sure to acknowledge me before leaving.
Starting the washer, I texted Amber to plan when we would meet for lunch. I waited for my laundry and turned on the TV. I had an hour to kill before the clothes were finished washing and in the dryer.
As the washer began spinning, I could hear its unbalanced bumping sound. Nick burst into the door.
"Hey, has Melissa been home?" he asked, sounding almost fearful.
"You okay? She's not come in yet." I answered, a bit confused.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he said, catching his breath. "You aren't planning to tell Melissa about things? Are you?"
"It wasn't on my to-do list," I said as sarcastically as I could, looking at Nick confused. "I have no plans of telling my sister anything about what happened last night or the night before, do you?"
"No, er nope," He managed. "She's usually home by now and sounded odd on the phone."
"She's probably just running behind," I said, trying to calm him down.
I swapped my clothes from the washer to the dryer and grabbed my keys. Nick was in the living room, so I just left the TV on.
"I'm heading to Amber's. I'll see you this afternoon," I said, looking at Nick.
He was clearly distracted.
"Okay, Jess, I'll be here," he replied.
As I headed out the door, I saw Melissa walking out of the garage.
"Hey, Liss, I'm headed to Amber's," I said, greeting her like usual.
"Heya, Jess, have fun and tell her I said hi," she said, hurrying past me.
It was raining quite a bit, which explained why Nick was home, and it also helped me logic out why Melissa was not very chatty. As I started my car, I began to flip through my playlists. How come no one put out the definitive "I just fucked my brother-in-law" playlist? What the hell was I thinking?
I was on my way to Amber's apartment. We had made plans on Saturday to go out to lunch. After everything I'd experienced over the weekend, I was glad to go out. I was happy to reflect a bit.
Amber was a chatterbox and loved a good bit of gossip. She'd done well keeping things between us when it mattered. However, she was always excited to get a bit of gossip from our other friends and "spill the tea" with me. We were almost the same age and had been in each other's Sunday School classes since we were little girls. Youth group trips and even an extended mission trip or two were more fun than a month sitting at home.
She was not as busty as I was. She had some adorable C-cup boobs. Amber was really cute and had a plump butt. I was jealous of how pretty she was, even though she always said the same to me. Amber had strawberry blonde hair that she insisted was natural, even though I'd helped her dye it every two weeks for years. Part of our plan for the day was to waste our money on a lunch date and then go back to her apartment to do each other's nails.
I pulled up, and Amber was outside waiting for me.
"Hey Jess, what took you so long?" Amber asked jokingly.
"I've had a bit of an interesting weekend and had to wait for my laundry," I said, leaving out the details.
We went to our usual place on the university campus. It was a busy spot where many students went for lunch, and it always made us feel important to be part of the hustle and bustle of lunchtime traffic when we were in high school. Now, we were students and would start classes at the university in a little over a month.
Amber's parents passed when she was young and left her some money. She had grown up with her grandparents, who lived just half a block from me. She used her parents' college funds to pay for school and her apartment. She'd never had a job and, as far as I know, didn't want one. College, for her, was just another social opportunity.
"What's on your mind, Jess?" Amber asked with a smile. "I know that look."
"And what look is that exactly?" I laughed.
"That I met a boy look, the same one that you got with Sam last summer after he kissed you behind the church after youth group," she fired back, giggling.
"Um, it's not anything," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich.
We continued to watch the students scurrying in and running out. The restaurant was loud and difficult to chat in. Finishing our food, we headed back out and walked to the car.
"You know how you like a good bit of gossip?" I asked, looking at Amber as we walked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Amber replied, batting her eyes and holding both hands under her chin with a face of sarcastic virtue.
"What I'm about to tell you can't ever be repeated. Are we clear on that?" I said bluntly.
"Oooh, Jessica, spill it!" She squealed with delight.
"Promise me, Amber, on our friendship, promise me."
"Okay, okay, I promise. What is it already?" she begged.
I began to tell her everything. I mean everything from what I'd seen to what I'd done. This was what I imagined confession to be like. I just unloaded everything that confused, terrified, and excited me. I talked uninterrupted all the way from the restaurant up to Amber's apartment. I kept going with every detail as we sat on her couch.
"I think that's about it," I said, wrapping things up.
"I'm going to need you to say something," I implored.
"Jess, you watched them having sex?" Amber asked.
"Seriously! That's what you took away from all that?" I asked with a touch of harshness in my voice, unsure if she was joking.
"Girl, you said a lot of things, and I don't have any answers for you," she replied, "You just need to weigh your options and the potential outcomes."
This could have been the most thoughtful advice she'd ever given me and the only possibly correct answer to the amount of drama I'd just dumped into her lap.
Amber got up, got her nail polish, and sat back down.
"We still doing this?" She smiled.
I nodded and slipped my sandals off. Amber turned on some music, and we kicked our feet into each other's laps as we started taking the old polish off each other's toes. This ritual was comfortable for me and a welcome distraction. I rubbed the remover on Amber's toes, and she worked quietly on my own toes. We sat silently, removing each other's toenail polish for at least three songs. Then Amber quickly ran her fingernail against the arch of my foot, tickling me.
