Aftermath (3 page)

I didn't want to lose such a great guy - this was my longest relationship ever, even if it
was
fake. Brad was gorgeous, considerate and we had great chemistry, but I still had no idea what to do. I resigned myself to the fact that it would all be over soon, and
alternately
tried to
relax and
then
to come up with some kind of brilliant idea.

As the days went by, the thought that it would soon be over began to creep into my mind whenever I was near Brad. I still felt that rush of electricity when our eyes met or our skin touched, but now the headiness was tinged with loss.

There were times in bed when I felt disassociated from the experience. Once in a while I seemed to look down from above at my body and Brad's, and Brad sensed these split seconds of aloofness.

"Quit fantasizing about someone else," he'd laugh, secure in the knowledge that I only lusted after him. "Who is this other guy?" he'd tease at othe
r times, "Why are you thinking a
bout him now?"

Of course I didn't tell him I was trying to commit all this to memory, to think about in the days when he wouldn't be there
- I didn't want to be one of those hopeless, desperate women
. Our life continued as usual, and then one day, after we were happily spent and about to fall asleep, Brad said something that made me feel wide awake.

"This is our last night alone," he murmured, "We'll have a new house manager from tomorrow?"

"What? What about Eva?"

"Oh no, I meant a night house manager. Eva'll still come, but Naomi will be the night manager. I'll pick her up on my way home from work and she'll sleep in one of the guest beds upstairs during the night."

"What for?"

"Well, you know, in case we need something at night.
She won't be here during the day - she'll leave every morning
."

I knew right then that something wasn't right. The hair
s
along my spine
w
ere
prickling up. Who was this woman really, and what would she be doing living with us?

Naomi. The name bothered me all day long, and I wondered who she was.

As soon as Brad left for work, I asked Eva what she knew about this "night manager" business. But Eva refused to look me in the eye, and mumble
d
something about Brad needing someone at night.

I exclaimed, "He has me at night!"

Eva smiled. "That's not what I meant."

I bristled, wondering exactly what she meant. It was clear that she knew something, but she wasn't letting on. I tried a different approach.

"What's she like, is she nice? Have you met her before?"

Again, Eva avoided my eyes. She tilted her head slightly to indicate that she'd met Naomi before. "She's nice. You'll like her."

I felt cold inside. Why had Eva met Naomi? So, Brad had known Naomi before he knew me.

"I don't think I'll like her," I said coldly.

Eva met my eyes finally. I saw something I didn't understand in there, and she said, "No, you'll like her. You'll be nice to her."

"What does that mean?"

But Eva merely shook her head, and refused to give proper answers to any of my questions.

I gave up in a huff, and went to the gym, determined to look good before this Naomi arrived. I
even
got a facial
and
had my hair blown out
, hoping I could transform into a radiant beauty overnight.

It wasn't going to happen, of course.
That night,
I kept myself busy with a
book
, but my ears kept checking to see if the door was opening. Eva had left for the
day
, and I began to hope Naomi wouldn't turn up, when I heard the door opening and the sounds of Brad's voice and another feminine, sophisticated voice answering him and laughing.

I got up and walked downstairs to meet them, waiting for them in the library.

Brad smiled when he saw
m
e, and said proudly, "Naomi, this is Alexis!"

Naomi was tall, thin, blonde and beautiful. She had perfect cheekbones and blue eyes, and if I was a man, I would've picked her over me. She walked forward elegantly, and wrapped me in a warm hug, kissing my cheeks. "I've heard so much about you!" she exclaimed.

The warmth of her embrace and friendly tone surprised me, but then I recovered and realized she was probably putting on a show for Brad. Well, two could play that
g
ame. I hid my bitterness and smiled, "Yes, it's nice to meet you
,
t
o
o."

I looked at Brad and thought that I hadn't seen him so happy in a while. He was beaming, and looked at Naomi happily.

"Have you two known each other for long?" I asked.

They both laughed, and Brad said, "Oh, off and on. But we need a night manager and Naomi mentioned she could do the job."

I smiled and nodded. Of course. So they stayed in touch off and on - I'd been a fool to think that Brad
wasn't interested in other people. The voracity of our sexual appetites had convinced me that he couldn't possibly have the energy left over to spend on other women, but maybe he wanted to change that, maybe he had been spending mental energy on other women, if not physical.

I looked at Naomi again. She was dressed in elegant slacks and a silk blouse, her hair and makeup was perfect. I knew she was intelligent, and not just a blonde bimbo - and I knew I could never compete with her.

I smiled and asked her what she'd do during the day.

"Oh, I have a day job," she replied. "I work as an admin assistant in an accounting firm."

"Oh, ok." There didn't seem to be much else I could say.

Brad
motioned with his arm and said
, "I'll go downstairs
to
bring up Naomi's things. She'll be staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs, and I guess," he turned to Naomi, "You'll be spending tonight unpacking?"

She nodded, and I went downstairs with them, unable to leave Brad alone with Naomi. We escorted her to her new room, and then we were back downstairs, eating dinner that Eva had prepared before she'd left
, and then finally settled down in the bedroom where Brad flipped through a magazine
.

I tried to rack my brains for something to say. Brad seemed exceedingly, annoying happy. I finally settled on, "Are you sure we need a night manager?"

Brad just laughed softly, as if at his own joke. "She'll be useful."

I bristled inside, not knowing what to do. And then I
realized,
if Brad was sleeping with me, in our bed, there was nothing that could happen - after all, Naomi would be gone in the morning. If he'd wanted to have an affair, he wouldn't have brought her home
at night and then slept with me - he would just have met her after work, behind my back. So maybe he really did want a night manager?

The thought reassured me a bit. Either way, I wasn't letting Brad go without a fight.

Brad stroked my hair and said, "Yo
u look e
xtra
beautiful today, by the way. Did you do
something to your hair?"

I smiled and tilted my head. I'd make sure Brad wouldn't forget this night.

I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I was wearing high stripper heels, an exceedingly short skirt, and
a tight,
white shirt.

Brad raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me from the magazine. "You might want to put that away," I said, undoing the first button on the shirt.

Brad smiled, and moved to the edge of the bed. I looked him in the eye and said, "Are you sure there's nothing else about Naomi you want to tell me?"

"Forget Naomi."

Hmm. Well, that was my plan.

Still looking him in the eye, I slowly undid all the buttons, and tossed the shirt away. I could see Brad breathing in deep, his muscles tightening as he looked at me. Underneath my clothes, I was wearing a new sage-green lingerie set. The strange color of the
bra
set off my skin tone, and he started to stand up. I smiled and pushed him back. "No touching yet."

He breathed out, ready to wait.

I reached behind and undid the zip on my skirt. Turning around, I slid it down my legs, letting Brad get a good view of my new sage-green thong.
He was silent, and I hoped he liked what he saw - when I swiveled my head around, I saw that his eyes were locked on my ass. Smiling, I stepped forward out of the skirt, and then turned around, letting Brad look me up and down. I stood there as though I had all the time in the world, and then slowly bent forward to pick up the skirt.

My breasts swung forward with my movement, straining out of the cups. I straightened up, and was pleased to see Brad's parted lips and focused eyes.

Tossing the skirt away, I walked over to Brad, and put one foot on the bed, standing in front of him. His eyes travelled down to my thong, and
he
put one hand on my moist
lower
lips.

I smacked the hand away. "Not yet."

I lowered my hips till I was sitting on his lap, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his strained breathing, and he was already stiff below me. I ground my hips slowly, rotating in circles on top of him, making him harder. My breasts were near his face and his eyes were half-closed. I reached up and squeezed through the bra, emphasizing what he couldn't do.

When I felt he was ready, I stood up, off him. I was wet and aching, but I'd ignore myself for now.

I kneeled between his legs, and undid his button and zipper. I slid his pants down and was pleased to see the bulge in his boxers. I pulled them down and allowed his erection to stand up, angry and purple.

Brad closed his eyes, and I stroked my hand gently over the shaft, moving from the base to the head, and then repeating the motion with my other hand. Just when I thought he couldn't be more aroused, I felt him grow larger. Grabbing the base firmly in my palm, I moved my head forward and kissed the tip, making a tight seal between my tongue and his slit. I moved my lips around
the
head and let my tongue roll in circles around it, till I got to the ream of the shaft, which I licked slowly and thoroughly. I let go of the base and squeezed his balls very gently as I licked his shaft up and down, and then I made a ring with my hand and grabbed him again as I wrapped my lips tightly around the head and began to inch upwards slowly.

Suddenly Brad stood up, and grabbed the back of my head. He grunted, "You're
taking
it all in, tease," and pushed my head forward.

I found myself forced to take his cock faster than I'd predicted. He started jerking his hips, thrashing
his cock into
my mouth.

Brad
pushed away the hand I'd kept wrapped around the base, and began to force more and more of himself into my mouth. He thrust roughly, not caring
about my whimpering, filling my mouth with his cock. I gagged occasionally, trying to pull back, but he simply tightened his hold on the back of my head and forced me to keep sucking him.

I felt myself growing wetter and thought briefly about sliding a finger inside myself. But the thought left within a second as Brad
kept
thrust
ing
into my mouth violently. I felt him pull back slightly, giving me room to breathe a bit,
and then he thrust erratically a few more times,
stiffened,
and let his come fill
my mouth.

I coughed and tried to pull back, but he held me in place, forcing me to swallow
it all
. It was salty and milky and I felt it coating my tongue and the inside of my mouth. Brad still held m
y head
, and
ordered
, "Clean me up."

I licked him like a dog, wiping off every bit of come with my tongue, until he was clean.

When he was happy, he went back to bed and lay down on his back.

"
Get
here," he
said
, "And make yourself come."

I squirmed inside, hating to do this
in front of his watchful eyes
, but desperately wanting to come. I kneeled over him, my legs on either side of his body. I took a deep breath and unhooked the bra, pulling it off and letting my breasts fall free. He watched with a slightly smile as I began to lift my breasts, massaging them in circles, kneading them and pinching the nipples till my face was flushed and my lips were parted. I kept a hand on my breasts, alternately massaging one and then the other, and slipped my other hand under my thong.