Masturbating

Inside, I look through the kitchen doorway to see Sila with her head thrown back and her pants around her ankles. Her pleasured moans and dancing hand tell me everything. She's masturbating, right at the dining table. I'm sure if I walk in on her, she'll have an anxiety-induced heart attack, so I do what that bald, monotone guy from that video game Jack used to play: hide and wait. Her moans fill my ears, and that makes my heart throb and my pussy wet.

"Ohh... Roxy." Sila coos.

Oh fuck. Is she masturbating whilst thinking of me? Maybe I should walk in? Maybe this is a cry for help, just like leaving the laptop on with an erotica story right for me to find? Then again, maybe I'm just a mix of curious and horny. Plus, if I'm wrong, Sila might just go crazier than I am right now.

"Mhmm... Fuck... Just like that Roxy..." She cries lustfully.

I dare peeking into the room, seeing Sila shudder throughout an orgasm. When she catches her breath, I hide back behind the wall. Goddamn a first-person perspective is so restrictive. If only I could see in third-person, like Jack's Hitman game. After what feels like a few minutes, Sila walks past me to the bathroom, ever obvious of me. Guess I'm a certified silent assassin or something.

In the kitchen, I decide to grab a White Claw. Maybe a little early for day drinking, but I need it after that. Opening the fridge, I find that it's a bit barren. Oh well, at least there's another White Claw. Whilst I gulp down a good dose of my drink, Sila enters the room.

"Oh. Hey Roxy." Her cheeks turn tomato red.

"How's it hangin'?"

"Good."

"You know I was thinking of doing some shopping today? Anything you need?"

"I'm good. Do you want me to chip in?"

"First one's free."

"Oh. Thanks Roxy."

"No problem. I'll just get a list ready." Anything to get my mind off of what just happened.