Not good. Not good at all

A week passes without any action. The two of you go to school, try to focus and go home afterwards. Although you stay with Danielle the complete week, nothing happens. When the two of you get home you just watch TV until it’s time to go to bed. Danielle isn’t the same now that her aunt killed herself. She’s not the happy girlfriend that wants to have sex and is laughing all day long. She doesn’t say much and it seems like she lost the ability to laugh. You hope this ends after her aunt’s funeral.

On the day of the funeral the two of you are dressed in black, obviously. Although you think the thought is wrong, you can’t help but admire Danielle in her black dress and think about tearing it off her body. The funeral is beautiful, for as far as that is possible. You stay with Danielle the whole time and comfort her as much as you can.

The day after you wake up in an empty bed. Danielle has had some sleeping problems since last week and it’s not weird for her to be out of bed already. You get out as well and walk into the living room. You can’t find Danielle so you think she must be at the supermarket, since there’s little food left in the apartment. You walk into the bathroom to take a leak and when you’re finished, you hear Danielle entering the apartment.

“Morning,” you say.

“Morning,” comes the hasty response as Danielle walks to the kitchen to put the food away.

You follow her into the kitchen and hug her from behind.

“Michael,” she says as she tries to get away. “Please don’t.”

You don’t listen to her and you hug her even tighter. She seems to calm down. Your cock, however, is doing the opposite. You can feel it growing harder and harder. You realise you’re still wearing your boxers only and the tent your boner is making is visible. Even worse, your cock is trapped between Danielle’s legs as it’s still growing. Danielle can feel your hard member as it tries to break free.

“Get away!” she yells as she pushes you.

You step back from her and she turns around. She’s angry and she’s not going to hide it.

“Look at you!” she yells. “I’m taking care of everything here, while mister just lays in bed in his boxers.”

“Danielle…” you try to interrupt.

“All you think about is sex. I’m doing the best I can and all you want is to fuck me right here in the kitchen,” she says as she looks at your boner. “Now leave me alone,” she softly says.