Page 21 of So Worth More
The night passed slowly as I slept fitfully, unable to drift off properly without Andy next to me. Remembering the feel of him, the citrus scent of his skin, gave me enough peace that I finally slipped into sleep.
Eighteen - Andy
The dull throbbing headache of yesterday had faded into a barely-there echo of pain when I woke. My mouth was dry and the wounds were itchy, but all things considered, I didn’t feel too bad.
After hopping around and leaning on furniture to get ready for work, I was grateful that I didn’t have to try and drive. My ankle wasn’t up for that at all. Will texted when he reached my building and I managed to hobble to the elevator. Obviously sensing that I wouldn’t make it to the front of the building under my own steam, he’d parked near the elevator doors in the parking garage and was waiting out of the car to help me.
The angel that he was had two travel mugs of coffee sitting in the SUV’s cup holders and, given that the day was on the cooler side, had the seat warmers on. I moaned in delight as I got myself situated from the relief of being off my foot and the sheer pleasure of a cozy, warm car. Will chuckled at me and I smiled, happy to make him laugh. “Thanks for picking me up, I don’t think I’d have managed myself.”
He buckled his seat belt and made to move off. “No problem at all. What are friends for?”
It shouldn’t have stung, but it did, to have the reminder. I needed it though. I knew that we’d both been blurring lines all weekend and it wasn’t fair to push. Will was direct, straightforward, and I knew that if he was ready to take things further with me, then he’d say so. This had to be a not so subtle reminder to dial it back a bit.
“Well, currently, if you want to know the rankings, you sit in joint first place in the friendship league for your efforts.”
I chuckled at his faux hurt face.
“Only joint first? Not first? I am very offended!” He couldn’t contain his laugh. “Who’s up top with me?” He asked.
“Abs, of course. Twin privilege says she’s always at the top.”
“Ah.” he shrugged. “That I can deal with. Do I have any other competition for near the top?”
I took a second to think.“Well, I’m not sure, I don’t have a ton of close friends, y’know? Maybe Josh.”
“That’s Abby’s boyfriend, right?” He cut in.
Pleased, I gave him a smile.
“Yeah that’s right, He’s like the brother I never wanted.” I laughed. “They’ve been together for nine years or so.”
He let out a whistle “Wow! That’s a long time. Do they not want to get married?”
“Well,” I started to explain, but stopped. “It’s a big thing, but it’s between them, y’know? So I try to keep out of it. Anyways, marriage isn’t a guarantee of happily ever after. They work as they are.”
He considered for a second. “You’re not wrong there. Doesn’t matter as long as they are happy right?”
***
I’d discovered on Tuesday night that orgasms are wonderful headache cures. A long day in the office had worn me out and I arrived home with a throbbing head. Napping didn’t help and when I went to bed, I couldn’t sleep. Frustrated, I’d tossed and turned as much as my sore leg allowed. The pain was fading, but movement still sent pain through me. After what felt like hours trying to sleep, I thought about checking out some porn and jerking off. It worked in the past; that floaty, post orgasm high had never failed to send me off to sleep.
Shifting through videos on the site I subscribed to (I didn’t have cable, okay?), a clip caught my eye. A tall, dark-haired man, with beautiful olive skin, was pounding into a smaller blonde. Before long the guys were swapped out with me and Will, until I put my phone down altogether, wandering down memory lane.
Piecing together a scene from memories and daydreams, I created what could have happened in the lake house if we hadn’t been too drunk the night we kissed to sleep. I stroked my cock to imaginary Will taking me into his mouth, swallowing me down, and letting me fuck his throat. I came picturing Will keeping my load in his mouth before sharing the taste of myself in a messy kiss. Aftershocks hit as he took it back. “Delicious,” dream Will said with a smirk as he swallowed my remaining cum. I slipped into sleep, cum drying on my skin, and dreamed of being wrapped up in his arms. Of how I wished that we could do that every night.
Will picked me up and took me home on Wednesday, and our new friendship was creating a stir in the office. I loved it though; I was coming to love having Will as a friend rather than just a sex buddy. Though I wouldn’t mind combining those and putting sex back on the table because my imagination was just using clips of Will and that wasn’t something I could have right now. Plus those pesky feelings kept creeping up on me.
Feeling a little fragile emotionally, I got the feeling that I needed to have some space from Will. He’d been perfect these last few weeks and the time at the lake house had been idyllic. It didn’t help me get over him or push him into the friend zone though; in fact, I was sure that seeing him in another light had me in danger of falling in love with him.
***
In order to put a bit of distance between us, I’d insisted that I drive myself on Thursday, plus I’d need to be able to drive to get to the support group. I think I’d gotten off lightly injuries-wise, because I was nearly back to normal. The only sign of any injury were the cuts and grazes. I’d gone to a barber to fix my hair before the support group, sick of questions of why I’d changed how I’d styled it at work. My efforts were wasted at trying to cover the slightly bald patch.
Group had been intense. One of the teens had a terminally ill parent, after already losing a sibling, and was struggling to cope. My usual coping strategies of a workout and romp with Will were both out. I’d overdone it with my ankle and came home to ice it, so no gym, and Will, well, I needed to be away from him.
Like I’d summoned him, he called me. “Hey,” he said as I answered. “I’m downstairs, I brought food.” Unable to turn him away since he was at my door in the pouring rain - with food! - I struggled to my feet, hobbling over to buzz him up and leave the door ajar.
“Come on up, door’s open.”
