Page 34 of Living Hell

After I hopped out, I realized I hadn’t brought in any clean clothes. I’d have to wrap the towel around myself and go grab something from the dresser in the bedroom. Then I could come back and change.

Opening the door, the cool, dry air of the bedroom was refreshing. Iona was lying on the bed with her back to me. I heard her whimper and her back began to tremble.

She was crying.

I crawled over the bed and pulled her into my arms. When I did, she turned and something hard hit my chest. Her phone.

“Why are you still in a towel? Is this part of another fantasy of yours?”

“No, I thought you were crying.”

She picked up the phone and on the screen was a video of a late-night talk show host talking to the camera.

“I was laughing. Just entertaining myself while you cleaned up.” Her eyes slid down my body, stopping at my damp white towel. “Were you entertaining yourself in there, too?”

I pushed my head back. “What? No. Eww. No.”

“Eww? Stop acting like some twelve-year-old. You think masturbating is gross? Oh, Tyler, no wonder you’re on edge all the time.”

“I don’t think it’s gross. I’m just not about to do that while you were sitting right here.”

She pursed her lips and gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me.

I sat up and stared down at her smug smirk. “I’ve masturbated many times in my life.”

“Are you saying that to convince me or yourself?”

She actually believed I never jacked off. It’s not like I was raised in some overly religious household that gave me a complex about masturbation. When we were dating, I pulled my sausage probably a thousand times thinking of her thick lips wrapped around it.

Fuck. That image shouldn’t have popped up in my head.

“I’m not trying to convince anyone. I know what I do to my own body and frankly, it’s none of your business.”

She rolled onto her back and put her hands behind her head. The red T-shirt she was wearing slid up, exposing her smooth stomach. My eyes flipped from her cute as sin belly button to her thick, juicy lips and back again.

“So, uh,” I swallowed knowing I shouldn’t ask but my cock was screaming to know, “do you masturbate?”

“Oh yeah. All the time. I have yet to find a guy who can compete with my action team.”

This conversation was both arousing and confusing. The more she spoke, the harder my cock became. I shifted position hoping to hide my erection.

“Action team?”

“My dildo and vibrator combo. If I’m super horny, I add a butt plug to give me that extra hard orgasm.”

My cock was like Stonehenge right now.

“And I thought I had no filter. For fuck’s sake, Iona, you can’t tell me that.”

“Why not? It’s just masturbation. That’s the safest type of sex a person can have. No diseases or pregnancies or emotional entanglement. And, it can be as simple as using your hand.”

“You make it sound so economical,” I said with a chuckle, still unable to take my eyes off her belly.

“It can be, and it’s an amazing stress reliever.”

“I’m not stressed.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. And, your dick agrees with me.” She pointed to the towel where it tented between my thighs.

“It’s all this talk of dildos and masturbating and economics. What do you expect?”

A hearty laugh erupted from her mouth causing my cock to twitch. As she removed her hand from behind her head, she slid it to my thigh.

“That you would try to kiss me.”

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