Aftermath and Heading Home

The silence hangs in the air, drawing out more and more as you wrack your mind. Trying to think of something to say.

Yet as the blood drains out of your cock and you begin to think straight yet again you find yourself at a loss. Sure, this isn’t the first time you have had sex with Angela but this wasn’t some heat of the moment thing. A strange feeling, the nature of which you cannot put your finger on, is already forming in your gut even as you watch Angela pull herself upright.

“You can go,” she says suddenly. “I’ll clean this up.”

Her voice is cold, empty of emotion as she stands up on shaky legs, her eyes roaming across the room, looking anywhere but at you.

You move to speak, to say something to her, but the tension in your stomach stops you. Instead, you simply begin pulling your clothing back into place. Angela doesn’t say anything as you move to the door and you don’t look back.

The night air is cool against your skin as you step out onto the street. You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, hoping that it will take some of the tension away with it. It doesn’t instead you feel tenser than ever.

As you turn and begin to head for home you reflect on how wrong this feels. Never before have you felt tenser after sex than before it. You didn’t even think that could be possible.

Was it guilt? You wondered to yourself as you walked. It would make sense, you had just fucked a married woman.

No way am I guilty about that! You retort to yourself, shaking your head. Yes Angela might be married but she is married to a cheating piece of shit, he deserved to get cheated on!

But she didn’t seem all that thrilled about cheating on him, an insidious little voice in the back of your mind whispers and you can’t really argue with it.

You walk on, the suburban roads mostly empty, leaving you to play back the night to yourself. Always coming back to the moment she slipped the condom off of you if you didn’t feel so conflicted you don’t doubt the memory would be making you hard right now.

Yet as you think about it you can’t deny how different she was from that first time. Then she had been so forward, so confident and seemingly sure of herself. This time, on the other hand, she had seemed far more conflicted.

Until she pulled the condom off, that voice pointed out again.

You agreed that she had changed then but there had still been something beneath that, a hesitation that you couldn’t really explain. Sure she was cheating but there was no way she didn’t know about the Pastors own cheating so why should that matter?

You shake your head and resolve to ask Claire about it.