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Rear Window

... around me as I climaxed into her mouth. She gagged once and then she must have swallowed. She sucked me dry and then came up the bed to kiss me. I could taste the saltiness of my cum left on her lips. She slipped out of the bed, said, ‘I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere.’ She must have gone to the bathroom because when she returned she smelled of toothpaste. She came back to bed and lay down beside me. I wanted to reach out and cuddle her but at the moment that was beyond me. I found her hand and brought it up to my lips and kissed it. I whispered, ‘that was awesome, Paula’ She reached out her hand, touched my face and stroked it with her fingers. I nuzzled into it and kissed her fingers. She said, ‘We’ll have to talk in the morning, Jeff.’ With that we just lay together and her breathing became slower and she dropped off to sl**p. I followed soon after. I awoke to find myself alone in the bed and for a moment I wondered if the events of last night had been a dream. I smelt coffee brewing and with a rush realised that last night had been real. I had slept with Paula in the literal sense of the word if not the other sense. We had kissed and she had sucked my cock. I went red at the thought of it. Did that mean I was gay? Well I had slept with Paula, not Paul. Even I realised that was a distinction without a difference. I shook my head and thought, ‘You know I don’t give a damn.’ Paul knocked as he always did and came in with coffee. ‘Morning, Jeff, how are you?’ I grunted ...

... something. I told you I am not human without coffee. ‘Ok. When you’ve had coffee, can you get yourself out of bed and into the chair?’ ‘OK, slavedriver.’ ‘Let me know and I’ll come back to collect you.’ How could either of us just not say anything about last night? Are we going to pretend it never happened? Was it just a one night stand? I decided to play it by ear and see what would happen. I did get myself out of bed and wheeled myself off to the wet room. I had got myself out of the chair and on to the stool, when I saw Paul leaning against the door. ‘Aren’t you going to help?’ ‘Looks like you’re doing a fierce job yourself. Do you need any help?’ ‘No, probably not.’ ‘Give me a call if you do.’ I managed well today and wheeled myself out to the living room where Paul had laid breakfast. We ate in silence and then both of us began to speak at the same time. We laughed and that broke the tension. ‘You first,’ said Paul. ‘Lisa,’ I said. Paul smiled, ‘Yes, your lovely ex who is visiting tonight.’ ‘Will you be Paul, or Paula?’ ‘Who would you like me to be?’ I thought for a moment and I knew I should say, Paul. ‘Paula,’ I said. ‘OK but Paula will need a bit more time to compete with a Grace Kelly lookalike if that’s OK?’ I laughed and said, ‘That’s fine, but don’t tell her you think she’s a Grace Kelly clone, because she is unbearable enough as it is.’ Paul took himself off to get ready at 5 o’clock with Lisa due at 7. I amused myself by looking out the window and reading a bit. At ...