Post sex conversation and Lisa calls

His weight lingered over her, breath warm against her neck, before he finally shifted, withdrawing with a slow exhale. Natalie winced slightly at the sensation of the sensitivity, the emptiness, the sudden return to cool air on flushed skin, and made more obvious by the warmth of his seed trickling out of her.

Matt rolled to the side and collapsed onto the mattress with a groan, pulling her with him. She followed without protest, allowing herself to be repositioned. He settled behind her at first, one arm curling around her waist as they lay there, catching their breath. His fingers found the slope of her hip under the garter belt, then it began to wander forward, stroking idle circles just beneath her navel.

After a moment, she shifted again, turning toward him and resting her head on his shoulder. He adjusted, sliding his arm beneath her neck. Her hand settled lightly on his chest, and for a few seconds, it felt comfortable, almost natural.

The sweat on their bodies had started to dry. The room felt different now.

Matt looked down at her, dazed and smiling. “That was… incredible.”

She let out a soft, polite sound, half a laugh, as her eyes stayed on a spot near the wall. “Yeah,” she said. “It was.”

He kissed the top of her head, and it felt nice, but it seemed like it should’ve felt like more.

Her body was still humming in the aftermath, overstimulated and sore from working through everything, yet her mind had already begun to drift. The physical ache had been answered, but the other one… the one Aiden had carved into her without ever touching her, remained.

They lay in a silence that came back in for a minute, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her cheek. Natalie listened to it, letting it calm her. The tension in her legs had finally eased, her pulse slowing to something that felt human again. She traced a slow, idle circle on his skin, her nails grazing lightly through the smooth skin just above his heart. She noticed that it looked like he may have manscaped there too.

Matt tilted his head to look at her. “You okay?”

She nodded, simply staring ahead. “Yeah. Just… catching up to myself.”

She felt and heard him nod, more than saw it, before he spoke again.

“I gotta say…” He turned toward her, his arm pulling in around her back. “Dinner was great. You looked incredible. We had the kind of conversation I never get to have with anyone. And then this. You’re-” he paused, searching for the right word, “-kind of amazing. I swear if you were only rich...” he joked, bringing some levity to the moment as he resurrected his earlier joke.

That earned a soft laugh. She let her eyes close for a second.

It had been a good night. She’d liked the way he looked at her over the table, the way he listened, how interested he was in the things she said. Not just the surface stuff, either, he’d asked follow-up questions, offered his own stories. He’d made her laugh. It wasn’t flashy, but it had felt real, and like how a normal relationship should feel.

She liked him. That was the part that made this so hard, because even now, lying in the afterglow of exactly what she’d planned for this evening, exactly what she’d wanted, her mind kept drifting. Not toward what a real relationship with Matt would look like, as she normally would, or even toward what this meant. Just… toward someone else entirely. That stupid sound from across the hall. That cocky, breathless moan. That body.

Aiden.

God, what’s wrong with me? she asked herself.

Matt kissed her hair again, pulling her a little closer. “You’ve been in your head all night,” he said gently. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m glad you came over, and really glad of where the evening went. I just… hope you’re okay.”

Natalie shifted, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder. “I am. I just think I’ve had a lot on my mind lately. You know how sometimes your thoughts gets ahead of your brain? So you just can’t make sense of things?”

“Totally,” he said, his hand trailing along the curve of her back. “For what it’s worth, I’m really glad we did this. Even if it was just once.”

She looked up at him, her expression soft but almost a hint of sadness in it that she was trying to hide. “I am too,” she replied

He grinned. “I hope you are.”

She smiled, warm and real, but brief. Then her phone buzzed, and she had every intention of ignoring it. Her phone buzzed again, a second later. Clearly it wasn’t just a text, but someone actually calling.

She turned her head, stretching just far enough to reach her bag on the floor beside the bed. The screen lit up with Lisa’s name. Natalie’s breath caught in her throat.

Matt looked over. “Everything okay?”

“It’s my friend Lisa. I really need to take this.” She was already sitting up, pushing hair back from her face, as it clung in the last traces of sweat that was causing a sheen on across her skin, and searching the floor for where her dress had landed.

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know.” She pulled the dress up around her and started slipping her arms through the sleeves. “She doesn’t usually call at this time, unless it’s important. Give me a sec?”

“Of course.”

Natalie stepped out of the room, phone already to her ear as she stepped into the hallway.

“Hey,” she said softly. “Everything alright?”

Lisa’s voice came through a second later, warm but laced with worry. “I think so? Aiden called earlier. Just to say hi supposedly, but I don’t know, he seemed… off.”

Natalie leaned against the wall in hallway, dress hanging open, as her arms had stopped holding it closed. “Off how?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say much. Said everything was fine, but I could hear it in his voice, so I just wanted to check with you. He didn’t say anything to you, did he?”

There was a pause. Just a second too long to be passable as a moment of thinking back to any significant conversations.

“No,” Natalie said, her voice tight. “He’s… he’s been good. He’s been in his room a bit more the last few days, but he hasn’t said anything to me. We’ve just both been busy, so I haven’t seen him much though.”

Lisa exhaled. “Okay. Just wanted to hear your voice. You’d tell me if anything was wrong, right?” she asked simply, but it felt probing to Natalie.

“Of course.” Natalie closed her eyes for a moment. “Can I call you back in a few?”

“Yeah. Please do.”

They hung up.

Natalie lowered the phone and just stood there, the hallway feeling like it stretched out forever, as she looked toward the living room, where the front door was. Her chest felt tight, as she thought of going back into the bedroom to tell Matt she had to go, and collect her shoes and clutch.

Then she looked back toward the bedroom, and finally down at the phone in her hand. What the hell was she supposed to say to Lisa when she called her back? Yeah, I watched your son masturbate in my living room, and now shits just a little weird. No big deal… She laughed at the absurdity of everything. Her life had been perfectly normal and on a relatively clear path just a couple months ago.

She sighed as her head fell back against the wall, taking a breath before pushing off and heading back into the bedroom.

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