As a last resort, I trudge down to the basement. I hate the game room and at-home theatre Tasha had begged for during high school. Given how little we use them, it’s been a waste of resources. We could have rented out the cinema a few times instead of having all this AV equipment installed.

Music is thumping through the speakers, barely audible from outside the room, and I step in, trying to focus in the dimly lit space. The women—my girls—are curled up around each other in a nest of cushions and pillows on the floor. My heart warms at the sight. It’s been years since they’ve done this, and I’m hopeful that their friendship will endure the news.

I sneak in, tiptoeing in a way I haven’t done since Tasha was a toddler. Fuck! I’ll have to relearn how to move silently on the floors. Sneaking out of the nursery after putting our baby down… If either were awake to see my smile, I know they would tease me mercilessly, and I’d have a hard time avoiding spilling the news to Tasha. Grabbing a large blanket from the closet, I gently cover the women, tucking the plush fabric around them.

“Good night,” I whisper with naught but the slightest breath. “I love you.” Returning upstairs, I make myself a sandwich from leftovers in the fridge and go into my study. My mind is spinning with all the things I want to do before the baby arrives, but all I can manage to do is stare at the ceiling and grin. I’m going to be a father!

I give up on trying to calm my mind at eleven. There’s no way I can sleep with the news that I’m going to be a father bouncing through my head anytime I close my eyes. When I think about that, I think about how Lia ended up that way, and then my dick gets hard as a fucking rock… again.

My hard-on has been leaking, begging for me to go wake Lia, despite my attempts to ignore it. I palm it, closing my eyes at the sensation. So hot and hard, my fingers can barely wrap around it at this point. I want Lia.

I can’t wake her up, not because I’ve got a boner and want to have her help me fix the issue…

Masturbation doesn’t even feel as good anymore, not without her involvement. The night we used my videoconferencing app, and I watched her fuck herself with her favorite toy might go down as the best thing I’ve ever seen. And when I called her at work and dirty talked her until she came… I want to do that again, but with me able to watch her.

“Not helping,” I whine to myself. Thrusting through my grip, I quickly let go and get out of bed. Just jacking off isn’t going to do the trick.

The house is silent as I sneak out to the back deck in just a towel with my tablet under my arm. I set both on the side of the hot tub as I climb in. The built-in lounge chair cradles me, and I let the heat melt away some of my tension.

I pull up the screenshots I’d grabbed of me and Lia, setting them to shuffle through a slideshow on repeat. Somewhere around the fifth picture, with her gorgeous tits taking up most of my screen, my hands drift back to my cock. I press my palms on both sides of my shaft, pretending I’m sliding between those mounds. My fingertips tease the head, and my eyes just start to close when I realize I won’t be able to see her if they do.

When my eyes refocus on the screen, it’s to the image of Lia right after she kicked off her bedsheet and showed me her pussy. I hate knowing she’s like a two-minute walk through the house from me, and I could have her sitting on my face for me to taste that gorgeous cunt of hers.

“She needs her rest,” I tell myself. It doesn’t help the need I feel coursing through my veins.

My hand slides down my shaft, twisting at the head of my cock. I can’t wait until I can rub my dick against her, teasing us both before I thrust it deep inside where I belong. I want to make her beg for me to fuck her.

I look at the screen, seeing Lia’s body arched as she came for me. The small still picture of me in the corner shows my come dribbling over my fist as I reach to click the screenshot button.

“Shit!” I thrust upwards with the burst of pleasure, my hands covering my dick as the come shoots out of me. I close my fingers into fists and wipe my hands on the towel beside me.

I lay there in the dark, just breathing, as the images continue to cycle. Long after the hot tub’s jets have stopped, I finally climb out and return to my bed, alone. Alone for not much longer, I hope.




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