Hurt
When he rolled off from atop her, they both gasped at the sensation
their sensitized glands made as he withdrew his semi-erect penis from her.
Neither one of them even looked at me. She laid still on the bed with her
eyes closed, breathing fast and hard as if she had just finished a foot
race. Jane’s legs, still open in a wide vee, started to relax and her
knees fell to lay flat on the bed. The combined juices of their lovemaking
were slathered over the inside of her legs and made an ever increasing wet
spot on the bedlinens. She basked in the afterglow of their intense
lovemaking while Joe lit a cigarette.
Embarassed and hurt, I left the room. Now that they were finished,
I hoped she would come out of MY bedroom to tell me it was over between us.
I went to the bathroom to splash water in my face, hoping it would calm me
enough to make some new plans in my life.
SLAM! The bedroom door had been violently shut sending me a
message that I was no longer welcome here. The click of the lock completed
the finality of the statement. As I stood in the bathroom staring into the
mirror, I heard the headboard start to rhythmically bump the wall adjacent
to the bathroom.