We sit in silence, thinking about our own things for some time, but then the beeping sound of the stove timer brings us back to reality. I stand up to get the pizza, and Josie does the same. Only with her it looks different. She jumps to her feet, making her tits jiggle, drawing my attention to her shirt. Her—my—gray shirt. It’s enormous but still not big enough to hide her curves.
Why the fuck did I give her a gray T-shirt? Not navy or black, any dark color that wouldn’t make her nipples visible. Because they’re very visible in that gray color. Very. They poke the material, challenging me not to look. Daring me.
I’m too busy imagining her nipples in my mouth that I don’t realize she’s darting to the counter, grabbing the towel. It happens so fast I don’t have time to stop her before she opens the oven and pulls the pizza out.
Bending.
She does it while bending to reach for the fucking pizza.
I swear I can see her naked pussy, and I also swear it’s bare.
Fuck me. I groan inwardly—I think—and walk to hide behind the island because my cock decided to strain my sweats too. They’re black, but it will be very hard not to notice a giant tent. The pain in the piercing is manageable, so at least that’s good. I take a deep breath and then another. Inhaling and exhaling slowly. Trying to calm all this blood rushing through my veins.
Slowly. Slowly. Breathe in and breathe out.
And I almost manage it… until she pokes her finger—her fucking finger—inside the cheese on the pizza and brings it to her mouth. The finger disappears between her lips, and then she pops it out, moaning loudly. Almost as loud as we heard coming out of Mark’s house today. And just like that, all my hard work is ruined, and my dick is tenting my sweats again. The pain shoots nearly to my spine, making me release a low exhale full of desperation. All I want right now is to open the fridge door and push my pelvis in so it will freeze for good and stop causing me pain.
Giving up on containing the fucker and surviving the pain, I lean forward on the island, letting her cut the pizza. It can’t be that hard, right? Can’t be.
But then she turns toward me with those jiggling tits of hers, and I’m back to suffering just like that. I can’t believe a couple of days ago, I wished it would start ‘working’ again. Now I wish it would go back to sleep because this pain is no joke. It feels like someone is ripping my freshly grown, thin skin from the inside and pulling it through a meat grinder. It’s been a week, and I thought it would be healed by now. I remember TJ mentioning that it would take two weeks to stop feeling pain when getting hard, but I assumed it wouldn’t be so freaking bad.
She must have noticed it because she nearly drops the pizza plate on the counter and rushes toward me. I have nothing else to do but rush to the other side of the island.
“Kenneth, what happened?”
“Nothing,” I grit.
“You’re all pale. Like palepale. It’s not nothing.” She makes a move toward me, and I scoot to the side, trying to hide the tent in my pants. It’s smaller and slowly descending into nothing, but it will behardto explain what’s happening without going into detail.
“I’m fine, Josie. Just having a dizzy spell.” I wave her off, hoping she’ll take the hint.
She takes another step toward me, but I sidestep along the island. She pauses and tilts her head, looking at me curiously. Then she finally nods to herself because it’s sure not to me and goes to grab the pizza. Placing it on the table, she takes two clean plates and places them at our seats.
When she sits in her chair, she gestures for me to come and join her.
“Go ahead, I’ll just grab a fork.”
“A fork?” Her forehead wrinkles. “For pizza?”
I don’t respond because I don’t have to explain my actions to anyone, but I sort of do because I need a bit more time to get the situation under control. By doing so, I kind of put myself in a situation where I need to eat a freaking pizza with a knife and fork while I’m starving. I’m closing the utensil drawer when Josie drops something on the floor.
“Oh crap,” she murmurs and bends to pick it up. She’s sitting with both her feet under her butt, and while she’s bending, one side of her ass lifts up, revealing once again something I’d rather not see. Not today. Any other day in like a week—yes, give me all of that, but today it’s torture.
“Fuck, Josie! Go put pants on!” I yell, unable to control myself any longer. The situation in my own sweats is getting worse by the second. Again.
“What?” she cries out. Her hand lands on her ass, and her eyes widen in horror once it finds nothing but bare flesh. “Ohmigod!”
She jumps from the chair and pulls on the T-shirt. “Did I just flash you?”
“You did. Twice already,” I say in a falsetto so offensive it hurts even my own ears.
“Why didn’t you say anything the first time?”Good question, Josie. A very good question, indeed.
“I thought, I dunno,” I glance around, looking for help that isn’t coming, “I imagined it or something.”
“You’ve been imagining my pussy?” Her eyebrows disappear into her hairline as she takes a step back.
“Yes.”
