Frustrated, I stepped into the shower and stood under a stream of warm water, the tautness in my shoulders slowly easing as I soaped up my body and refused to think about Chastity.
Or her luscious body.
And the things I wanted to do to it.
I wasn’t meant for her in that way, I reminded myself.
My place in her life was like that of an uncle. A friend. A protector.
Fuck.
I thought about our past. I had watched her grow up. I was there when she was born and the day she started her first day of school, for crying out loud. I was there after her father died and again when she started high school, watching as she stumbled through the awkward teenage years trying to figure out who she was.
Hell, I was there for almost every milestone, including the day she left for college.
Now I was starting to see her in a different light and it made me feel like a creep. I shouldn’t be noticing her perky breasts and the way her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. And I definitely, shouldn’t be wondering how those juicy lips of hers would taste, or how that luscious body of hers would feel under mine as I made love to her. But I was and it was making me hard every time I did.
I’d never been tempted to do anything about it. But now I was stroking my cock, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Those succulent lips. Those lusty eyes. The way her ass swayed as she walked. The way she smiled at me. My lips parted and a moan escaped me. This was happening whether I liked it or not. I was jerking off to a woman I had no business fucking with. But tell that to my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about her and the smooth flesh of her throat. About her flawless skin. About the slim contours of her arms and the way her tongue ran over her lips as she thought about something. The feel of her hand on my arm. On my chest.
Her lips wrapped around my cock as she bent her head to fuck me with her mouth.
I groaned and my stroking picked up speed. I was going to come. How couldn’t I when all I could see in my mind’s eye was Chastity kneeling before me with her lips closing over the head of my cock? With a husky groan, my orgasm tore out of me and I came in throbbing waves into the stream of shower water. It was my first release in days, and it just kept coming. I pressed my free hand against the glass and moaned with ecstasy until it slowly receded.
Breathless I dropped my head back and let the shower wash it all away.
My cum.
The sin of wanting her.
The images of her in my head. Naked.
My groan echoed around the bathroom. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I ran a hand across my head.
I’d hoped jerking off would get her out of my system.
But the moment I thought of her again I knew there was no chance. The need to hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her. It was still there.
There was no denying it, I was drawn to her and powerless against it.
And I was totally screwed.
Obviously, I needed sex.
And I needed it with something other than my hand.
It was time to get back in the saddle and start dating again.
I needed the distraction. Something to stop me from noticing Chastity.
The way she looked.
The way she smelled.
The way she walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a tank top and a tiny pair of shorts.
I was a grown man, yet I was walking around with fucking wood whenever she came in wearing those shorts. Or her bikini. Or the tight black skirt she had to wear to work.
Let’s face it. She could walk in wearing a fucking burlap sack and it would make me hard.
So the clear and obvious answer here was to go on a date.
I had known Jenny for a few months. She worked for the supply chain who kept the clubhouse kitchen stocked. Every month she would come in and go over an order with Mrs. Stephens, the club’s housekeeper and events coordinator, and our conversations got longer and longer with every visit. I knew she was interested in me. She was sweet and clearly a classy lady, and when she flirted it wasn’t over the top or a blatant invitation to take her to bed. She was funny and kind, and definitely the type of woman you could see as a permanent fixture in your life.
In a desperate move, I broke my no women ban and asked her out on a date.
Much to my club brothers’ surprise.