{"sf1_id":137566,"sf2_id":"YnLyKGx1","title":"The House on the Lake","author":"Aleko_87","words":5009,"posted_at":"2010-04-07T20:12:00.000Z","tags":["Heartbreak","Love","M/M","Masturbation","Wolf","lake"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/137566-the-house-on-the-lake","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLyKGx1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=137566\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of The Story of my life","content":"(Sorry guys, the sequence is wrong. It's: The Wedding, The house on the lake, Inseparable)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He pulled the ring off her finger.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry, I can't,\" he whispered.\u0026nbsp; He\n\nslipped the ring into his pocket and turned to me in one quick\n\nswoop.\u0026nbsp; Grabbing me by the hand, he ran, dragging me behind him,\n\ndown the isle and out the door.\u0026nbsp; Everyone stood staring after us.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We burst through the church doors.\u0026nbsp; The limo driver leaned\n\nagainst the white stretch limo and stood up with a confused look on\n\nhis face as we bounded down the stairs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc drug me to my car.\u0026nbsp; \"Get us out of here, Shawn,\" he\n\ngasped breathlessly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I didn't say a word.\u0026nbsp; I unlocked the drivers side door and\n\nused the electronic switch to unlock the other doors.\u0026nbsp; He dashed\n\naround to the passengers side and jumped in while I started the\n\ncar.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sped out of the parking lot as the mob of guests flowed out\n\nof the church, wondering where we were going.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Where to?\" I asked.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"How much gas you got?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"A full tank, why?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Is my suitcase is still in the trunk?\" he asked, ignoring my\n\nquestions.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes.\u0026nbsp; The limo wasn't due to get here until the wedding\n\nstarted, so we said we'd just leave it in here, remember?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; Head east on Milburn,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll tell you when\n\nto stop.\".\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I was dying to ask him why he had changed his mind about\n\ngetting married, but I figured it would be best not to.\u0026nbsp; He would\n\ntell me when he was ready.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You look great in that smoking, Shawn,\" he said, softly.\u0026nbsp; I\n\nlooked over at him and he smiled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\u0026nbsp; So do you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He turned on the radio and leaned back and sighed and looked\n\nout the window.\u0026nbsp; The city streets passed by and an old cotton gin\n\nthat hadn't been used in years, which stood wearily behind the city\n\nlimit sign and marked the end of Milburn and the beginning of the\n\nopen highway of the interstate.\u0026nbsp; Miles of golden, summer wheat that\n\nwas almost ready to harvest was a blur as we sped west.\u0026nbsp; I caught\n\nMarc looking at me a few times as I drove.\u0026nbsp; I didn't say anything\n\nand he'd just smile.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; About seventy miles out of Canton, we passed through a small\n\ntown and he sat up and looked around.\u0026nbsp; \"Turn left up here,\" he\n\nsaid.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I turned onto a dirt road and headed south.\u0026nbsp; A few miles down\n\nthe road, a large lake came into view.\u0026nbsp; There was a convenience\n\nstore at the gate and several campers and cars parked along the\n\nbeach.\u0026nbsp; \"Keep going,\" he said when I slowed to turn in at the gate.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The dirt road circled the lake and we came out in a small\n\nclearing next to the lake where an old farm house stood.\u0026nbsp; It was\n\nstill in good shape but needed a new coat of paint.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He motioned for me to turn into the driveway.\u0026nbsp; I pulled in and\n\nstopped.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on,\" he said, hopping out of the car.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I followed him up to the front porch.\u0026nbsp; He reached up under the\n\nlight fixture and retrieved an old rusty key.\u0026nbsp; He used it to unlock\n\nthe door.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"My grandparents used to live here and now my parents use it\n\nfor summer get-a-ways,\" he said, leading me into the house.\u0026nbsp; \"Mom\n\nand Dad might eventually figure out that I'm here, but it might\n\ntake a few days.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"This is nice,\" I said, looking around.\u0026nbsp; The furniture was\n\ncovered with sheets, but I could tell that it hadn't been long\n\nsince someone had been there to clean the house.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\u0026nbsp; Dad has a lady come in once a month to keep it clean\n\nfor us and Mom and Dad come out at least one weekend a month.\u0026nbsp; I\n\nthought about moving out here after Sherry and I got married, but\n\nit's a bit too far to commute back and forth to Canton.\u0026nbsp; She took\n\nme to the house that Daddy was going to buy us before I got a\n\nchance to mention this one.\u0026nbsp; And then she informed me that weekends\n\nwould be spent in the mountains at Daddy's cabin.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, honey,\" I said, letting the 'honey' slip.\u0026nbsp; \"I didn't\n\nrealize it was that bad.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He put his arm around me and smiled.\u0026nbsp; He didn't chide me for\n\ncalling him honey.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, it was.\u0026nbsp; I thought it was a phase she\n\nwas going through and when she chose our smoking's, that was fine, but\n\nwhen she chose our rings, that was getting to the breaking point.\n\nWhen I suggested us looking at rings together, she just about threw\n\na fit.\u0026nbsp; She also wouldn't hear of us looking for a house together.\n\nShe had picked out the one Daddy was going to buy us and that's the\n\none she wanted.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, this is nice, but when are we going to let your folks\n\nand mine know where we are?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He hugged me.\u0026nbsp; \"Next week sometime.\u0026nbsp; I know you've got to\n\nwork, but you can call in and tell them you've had an emergency out\n\nof town.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"So there is a phone here?\" I asked as he pushed me away and\n\ntook his jacket off, leading me into a bedroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No.\u0026nbsp; But there is one across the lake at the convenience\n\nstore you can use.\u0026nbsp; But not until Monday morning,\" he replied,\n\nhanging the coat on a hanger he got out of the closet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What about our smoking's?\" I asked as he removed his tie.\u0026nbsp; \"I was\n\nsupposed to return them this afternoon.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Take your clothes off and stop worrying about everything,\n\nShawn,\" he said, stuffing the tie in the coat pocket.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But. . .\" he put his finger over my lips.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Just do it, Shawn,\" he said, then he grinned.\u0026nbsp; \"Or did you\n\nnot wear any underwear?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No, I have underwear on,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Obediently, I stripped to my white cotton briefs and he hung\n\nmy smoking up on the hangers in the closet with his.\u0026nbsp; When we were both\n\nclad only in our briefs, he took the ring out of his smoking pants\n\npocket and looked at it.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess I should have left this with\n\nher,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Daddy bought it for us.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You're kidding?\" I said, bewildered.\u0026nbsp; I placed my hand on his\n\nshoulder.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry, Marc, I may be gay, but a ring is something\n\nyou buy for your spouse, in my book.\u0026nbsp; And it's one thing for your\n\nparents to buy it or give it to you, for her, but her parents\n\nshouldn't buy it for you to give to her.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I know, Shawn,\" he said, putting his arm around me.\u0026nbsp; \"I\n\nagree, but she had it already picked out.\u0026nbsp; It was twenty-five\n\nhundred dollars and I couldn't afford it, so Daddy bought it for\n\nher since she wanted it.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good thing you got out of there when you did,\" I said,\n\nsoftly.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd have taken a cigar band and a shack to be your wife,\n\nbut you had better not have smoked the cigar.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc grinned and hugged me.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks for coming out here with\n\nme, Shawn,\" he whispered against my ear.\u0026nbsp; He kissed me gently on\n\nthe cheek, then lead me into the living room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You didn't lock the car, did you?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, I'll be right back.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I followed Marc to the door and he went outside and reached in\n\nthe passengers side door and unlocked the trunk with the button in\n\nthe glove compartment.\u0026nbsp; He got his suitcase and brought it in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"There's a sandy beach in the back yard right beside the\n\nlake,\" he said, leading me into the bedroom.\u0026nbsp; \"We can lay out for\n\na while if you want to.\u0026nbsp; I've got plenty of suntan lotion in here\n\nfor you.\u0026nbsp; Since Sherry is fair also, I got the ph-25 balance.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp; \"That would be fun.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He grabbed a couple of beach towels and the lotion out of his\n\nsuitcase.\u0026nbsp; \"We don't have to worry about getting dressed around\n\nhere,\" he said, leading me through the kitchen and out the back\n\ndoor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"But what am I going to wear when I go to the convenience\n\nstore Monday to call work?\" I asked.\u0026nbsp; \"I can't wear any of your\n\nclothes.\u0026nbsp; They're too big.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He sighed.\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, I'll go into town this afternoon and get\n\nyou some clothes,\" he resigned.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you,\" I said, taking the tube of suntan lotion from\n\nhim.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He lay down on a towel and I spread the lotion over his\n\nmuscular back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mm, that feels good, Shawn,\" he said sleepily.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't fall asleep on me,\" I whispered against his ear, \"I\n\nneed you to do me, too.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After he put lotion on my back, we lay watching the tide lap\n\nlazily against the sand.\u0026nbsp; A couple of boaters went by looking for\n\na good place to fish and Marc waved at them.\u0026nbsp; \"That's why we can't\n\nlay out nude,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"But these briefs look enough like shorts\n\nfrom a distance that we can get away with them.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe you should get us some shorts while you're in town,\" I\n\nsuggested.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I have some in my suitcase,\" he replied.\u0026nbsp; \"But I will get you\n\na pair.\u0026nbsp; Anything else you need?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Some shoes and a toothbrush, I guess.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You can borrow my toothpaste and antiperspirant,\" he offered.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks,\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry that we couldn't stop by the apartment and get you\n\nsome stuff,\" he said, leaning over and letting his upper arm bump\n\nagainst mine, \"but I'm sure the apartment was the first place they\n\nlooked for us.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Probably,\" I agreed, rolling over onto my back.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We sunned for about an hour; watching boaters and enjoying the\n\nday together.\u0026nbsp; It was peaceful there.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Now I'm getting hungry,\" Marc said, getting up.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked at my watch, which I had lain on the towel beside me\n\nso it wouldn't leave a white circle around my wrist.\u0026nbsp; \"It's almost\n\neleven-thirty,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; \"And since we didn't really have any\n\nbreakfast this morning, I'm not surprised.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Unfortunately,\" he said, \"there's not any food in the house,\n\nI don't think.\u0026nbsp; I'll have to go to town and get something before we\n\neat.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"If I had my clothes, I could go with you,\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah,\" he replied, jumping into the water.\u0026nbsp; He swam out a\n\nlittle way, then turned back to look at me.\u0026nbsp; \"Come on in, babe,\" he\n\nsaid.\u0026nbsp; \"The water's great.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I couldn't believe my ears.\u0026nbsp; It was the first time he'd ever\n\ncalled me anything but Shawn.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I must have looked reluctant because he added, \"I've got my\n\nrobe, you can wear it until I get back from town with some clothes\n\nfor you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I dived into the cold water and went under, coming up right\n\nnext to him.\u0026nbsp; He grinned and put his arms around me.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks again\n\nfor being my best man, Shawn.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He hugged me and I said, \"I'm just glad I didn't have to give\n\nyou up, after all.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He held me tight and whispered in my ear, \"You'll never have\n\nto give me up, babe.\u0026nbsp; You'll always be my best friend.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And you, mine,\" I replied, kissing him gently on the cheek.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Come on,\" he said, turning me around and heading toward the\n\nshore.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm starving.\u0026nbsp; Why don't I get us something at a hamburger\n\njoint, so you don't have to cook?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, but I don't mind cooking,\" I replied as we dried off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I prefer your cooking, Shawn, but I'm starving and if I go\n\nget your clothes then get groceries and come back and wait while\n\nyou cook something, it will be at least two hours before we get to\n\neat.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's true,\" I agreed, following him into the kitchen.\u0026nbsp; \"If\n\nyou want, why don't you go ahead and get you something to eat?\n\nWhen you're done eating, you can get my clothes and get groceries,\n\nthen bring them back and I'll make something for me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He stopped and looked at me for a moment.\u0026nbsp; \"You'd let me do\n\nthat, wouldn't you?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He hugged me and I melted in his warm strong arms.\u0026nbsp; I loved it\n\nwhen he held me this way.\u0026nbsp; I loved him so much, but I didn't dare\n\ntell him, even though I did have permission to and he had called me\n\n'babe' twice that morning.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you, Shawn,\" he said, breaking the hug.\u0026nbsp; \"What size do\n\nyou wear for your shoes, pants and shirts?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I followed him into the bedroom, telling him my sizes as we\n\nwalked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"And blue is your favorite color, right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, but don't worry about that,\" I said as he removed his\n\nwet underwear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Well, you've got to look good in what I get,\" he said, taking\n\nhis underwear into the bathroom and hanging them on the sink, \"and\n\nyou look great in blue.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I removed my wet briefs and hung them up to dry with his as he\n\nfinished drying off.\u0026nbsp; He got dressed while I dried off.\u0026nbsp; He kissed\n\nme on the cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"My robe's in my suitcase,\"\u0026nbsp; he said, picking up\n\nthe keys to my car, \"help yourself and I'll be back as soon as\n\npossible.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks.\u0026nbsp; Be careful,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; I watched him back out and\n\ndrive off, then I returned to the bathroom and took a shower.\u0026nbsp; Marc\n\nhad left his suitcase open so I took out his soft black robe that\n\nhad red trim and put it on.\u0026nbsp; It was a warm summer day and his robe\n\nwas also warm, but I put it on anyway.\u0026nbsp; It was too big for me, but\n\nit smelled like him.\u0026nbsp; I plunged my hands into the deep pockets and\n\nmy right hand bumped into something.\u0026nbsp; I pulled it out and smiled as\n\nI looked at the packet of condoms.\u0026nbsp; I knew he had planned on using\n\nthem on his wedding night.\u0026nbsp; I wished that he would use them on me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I removed the dust sheets from the furniture in the living\n\nroom and curled up on the couch and went to sleep.\u0026nbsp; I didn't hear\n\nthe car drive in, but I awoke to the touch of Marc's warm lips on\n\nmy cheek.\u0026nbsp; \"Wake up, babe,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"I've got lunch for us.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked at my watch, he'd only been gone for half an hour.\n\n\"You didn't stop to eat?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course not,\" he replied.\u0026nbsp; \"I want to eat with you.\"\u0026nbsp; I\n\nfollowed him into the kitchen where he had already put the bags\n\nfrom the burger joint.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you,\" I said, sitting down at the table.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We ate slowly.\u0026nbsp; \"I got you some neat clothes,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"They're still in the car.\u0026nbsp; Of course, I had to get the sales lady\n\nto help me pick them out for you.\u0026nbsp; She said if you don't like them,\n\nyou can wear them in and exchange them.\u0026nbsp; I figured that it would be\n\nbest if I got them and lunch, then you and I could both go get\n\ngroceries this afternoon.\u0026nbsp; Safer that way,\" he added, taking a bite\n\nof a French Fry.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I smiled at him.\u0026nbsp; In the year we'd lived together since\n\ngraduation, he had never attempted to cook - except for the one\n\ntime he tried to make coffee, which flopped.\u0026nbsp; And every time we\n\nneeded groceries, he was more than happy to come with me, but he\n\nnever would go alone.\u0026nbsp; I glanced down at my hamburger and realized\n\nthat I had always done the cooking, cleaning and the laundry for\n\nus.\u0026nbsp; I had started doing Marc's laundry when we were in college.\n\nI offered to do it for him after he had bleached his favorite pair\n\nof black jeans, which happened to be the first weekend he was in\n\nCanton.\u0026nbsp; When he had gone to Sullivan University in Denmark, he had\n\nalways taken his clothes to his parents house every weekend and his\n\nmother had washed for him.\u0026nbsp; After we moved in together, Marc would\n\nrun the vacuum and carry the clothes to the laundry room and back\n\nto our apartment and put up his clothes, but that was all.\u0026nbsp; I was\n\nMarc's wife.\u0026nbsp; The only thing I didn't get to do was make love to\n\nhim.\u0026nbsp; I was happy that Sherry hadn't had that pleasure and she\n\nwasn't going to get it, either.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc's hand touched mine.\u0026nbsp; \"Is that okay, babe?\" he asked,\n\nworriedly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked up at him and smiled.\u0026nbsp; \"Yes.\u0026nbsp; It's great.\u0026nbsp; Thank\n\nyou.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We finished eating and he dashed out to the car to get my\n\nclothes.\u0026nbsp; Since my underwear were still wet when he left, he had\n\nthought to buy me a package of underwear and socks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We went into the bedroom and sat the sack down on the bed.\n\n\"Okay, let's see how bad these look on you,\" he teased.\u0026nbsp; \"I hope\n\nthey're not too big, like that robe is.\"\u0026nbsp; He seemed more like a\n\nchild receiving a gift at his birthday, than someone giving me some\n\nclothes to wear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I removed the robe and he handed me a dark blue bikini swim\n\nbrief.\u0026nbsp; \"I can't believe you got me a bikini,\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Actually, I got me one, too,\" he admitted with a grin.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe pulled out a black one and held it up.\u0026nbsp; \"Try it on.\u0026nbsp; You can\n\ntake it back if you don't want it, but I'm wearing this one while\n\nwe lay out and swim the rest of the time we're here.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I tried it on.\u0026nbsp; It seemed snug, but it was the right size.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'll keep it,\" I said, reluctantly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I noticed him grin approvingly as I removed it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He opened the package of briefs and pulled all three pair of\n\nbikini underwear briefs out.\u0026nbsp; \"You've got your choice,\" he said.\n\n\"Blue, black or green?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I can't believe you got me bikini briefs underwear, too,\" I\n\nsaid.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll take blue.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I thought so,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; He handed me the small material and\n\nI pulled them on.\u0026nbsp; They fit fine, but, like the swim suit, were a\n\nbit snug.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mm, they look great on you, Shawn,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He handed me a pair of powder blue dress shorts that had a\n\nbelt on them.\u0026nbsp; They were the prefect fit, too.\u0026nbsp; The socks were\n\nwhite and he had bought a powder and dark blue striped polo shirt\n\nto go with the shorts.\u0026nbsp; It, too, fit perfectly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You look great, Shawn,\" he said, handing me a pair of powder\n\nblue slip on tennis shoes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; While I put them on, he opened a closet door that had a full\n\nlength mirror inside the door.\u0026nbsp; \"Here, see for yourself.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I looked into the mirror.\u0026nbsp; He had done a good job of matching\n\nthe outfit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you, Marc,\" I said, hugging him.\u0026nbsp; \"It looks great.\u0026nbsp; You\n\ndid good.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He grinned and kissed me on the cheek.\u0026nbsp; He was driving me\n\ncrazy, but I was enjoying his kisses and his calling me 'babe'.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I guess we need to check out what's in the kitchen,\" I said.\n\n\"If there is anything that needs to be used, we can replenish it\n\nbefore we leave.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good idea,\" he agreed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We searched through the cabinets.\u0026nbsp; There was nothing that\n\neither of us was interested in using and nothing that would parish\n\nif we didn't use it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I found a note pad and pencil and sat down at the table to\n\nwrite down the list of what we needed.\u0026nbsp; Marc sat down across from\n\nme.\u0026nbsp; \"Are we going to be here all week?\" I asked, cautiously.\u0026nbsp; \"Or\n\nshould we just buy enough for a few days?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before answering.\n\nI melted under the gaze of his brown eyes.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to feel his\n\nstrong arms around me.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to feel his lips on mine.\u0026nbsp; I loved\n\nhim so much.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When he sighed, I was afraid he had read my mind.\u0026nbsp; \"I guess\n\nwe'd better just get enough for a few days,\" he finally said.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd\n\nlike to stay here all week, but I know you have to get to work.\"\n\nHe reached across the table and placed his hand over mine.\u0026nbsp; \"And\n\nI'm not going to stay here without you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It took all the energy I had to keep from leaning across the\n\ntable and kissing him on the lips.\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you,\" I managed to say.\n\n\"I wouldn't want to stay here without you, either.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I let Marc drive to the store, since he knew the area and I\n\ndidn't.\u0026nbsp; He insisted on paying for the groceries and we made our\n\nway back to the house.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After we put the groceries up, we donned our bikini briefs\n\nthat he had purchased and spent the remainder of the afternoon\n\nlaying out and swimming in the lake.\u0026nbsp; It was hard for me to keep my\n\neyes off of Marc in his black bikini briefs.\u0026nbsp; They did little to\n\nhide the bulge.\u0026nbsp; Though I had seen him nude several times, the\n\nblack bikini briefs seemed to make him even more irresistible than\n\nwhen he was nude with a hardon.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Sitting on the front porch after supper we watched the sun set\n\nover the lake.\u0026nbsp; \"I sure have enjoyed today, Marc,\" I whispered; not\n\nwanting to disturb the peacefulness of the evening.\u0026nbsp; I reached over\n\nand placed my hand on his arm.\u0026nbsp; I was wearing his robe and he had\n\non a pair of shorts he had packed for his honeymoon, but no shirt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He lay his other hand over mine.\u0026nbsp; \"I have, too, Shawn,\" he\n\nsaid, smiling at me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; After the sun had sank into the west and the golden rays that\n\nspread across the sky faded to darkness, Marc got up and took me by\n\nthe hand and led me into the house.\u0026nbsp; We went into the bedroom we\n\nhadn't been in since we arrived and he pulled the dust cover off\n\nthe bed and pulled back the cover.\u0026nbsp; \"You can sleep in here,\" he\n\nsaid, to my disappointment.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to sleep with him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you again for bringing me out here,\" I said, hugging\n\nhim.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you for coming,\" he replied, kissing me gently on the\n\ncheek.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"The bathroom is right through this door,\" he gestured as he\n\nwalked out of the room.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm on the other side of the bathroom.\n\nIf you need anything, don't hesitate to come get me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you.\u0026nbsp; Good night, Marc,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; He closed the door to\n\nthe hall and I whispered.\u0026nbsp; \"I need you, Marc.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The bed was soft.\u0026nbsp; It must have been down or some kind of\n\nfeathers.\u0026nbsp; It was too soft to sleep on.\u0026nbsp; I was used to a firm\n\nmattress.\u0026nbsp; I tossed and turned for a while, then looked at the\n\nclock.\u0026nbsp; It was a little after midnight.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sighed and got up and went to the bathroom.\u0026nbsp; I finished\n\nurinating and had just opened the door to the bedroom Marc was in\n\nwhen Marc called, \"Shawn, come here a second, please?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay,\" I replied, stepping into his bedroom.\u0026nbsp; My body\n\ntrembled.\u0026nbsp; I could see by the moonlight streaking in the window\n\nthat he lay in bed.\u0026nbsp; He had the sheet pulled up to his waist.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stood beside the bed and he reached up and took my hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Sit\n\ndown,\" he said, softly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on his chest.\n\nHe lay his arm across my lap, resting his hand on my bare hip.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What's wrong?\" I asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Was it really shitty of me to run out on Sherry the way I\n\ndid?\" he asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I sighed quietly enough so that he wouldn't hear me.\u0026nbsp; I was\n\nwith him, that's all that mattered to me.\u0026nbsp; I didn't want him\n\nrunning back to her to apologize for running out on her.\u0026nbsp; I didn't\n\nhave to be back to work until Monday; two days later, and I\n\nselfishly wanted to spend it there with him.\u0026nbsp; However, I couldn't\n\nlie to him either.\u0026nbsp; \"If I were in her shoes, I'd be devastated,\" I\n\nreplied.\u0026nbsp; \"If you hadn't brought me with you and you hadn't told me\n\nwhere you were going, I'd be devastated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I have really enjoyed spending today with you, Marc,\" I\n\ncontinued, gently running my fingers through the soft hair on his\n\nwarm chest; he didn't stop me, \"but I do think you should have\n\ntalked to her before you ran out.\u0026nbsp; Especially since her father\n\nspent so much money to bring everyone in for the wedding and\n\neverything.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He sighed.\u0026nbsp; \"I knew you were going to say that,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know if I should say this or not,\" I added, timidly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What?\" he asked, I could see the worried look on his face in\n\nthe moonlight.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I wouldn't be surprised if they have a warrant out for our\n\narrest for running off with the ring and the smoking's.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc laughed.\u0026nbsp; \"That would be my luck, wouldn't it?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe not the smoking's, but I'm pretty sure on the ring.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Probably,\" I agreed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Is that bed still uncomfortable?\" he asked, changing the\n\nsubject.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yes.\u0026nbsp; It's too soft.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Grandma and Mom love it that soft.\u0026nbsp; Gramps never complained,\n\nbut Dad hates it.\u0026nbsp; Mom usually sleeps in there and Dad in here,\n\nwhen they come.\u0026nbsp; When we were growing up, Karl and I had to sleep\n\nin there when we came to spend weeks here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Maybe you should replace it,\" I suggested.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc raised up and scooted over into the center of the bed.\n\n\"Lay down,\" he said, softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My body, trembling with excitement at the thought of laying in\n\nthe same bed nude with him, sent my blood rushing uncontrollably to\n\nmy midsection.\u0026nbsp; He grinned as I lay down next to him, but didn't\n\nsay anything about my boner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He covered me with the sheet and put his arm above his head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's better, isn't it?\" he asked, softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mm hum,\" I said.\u0026nbsp; He lay beside me.\u0026nbsp; Far enough away that we\n\ndidn't touch, but close enough I could feel the heat from his\n\nstrong body.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; We lay in silence for a few minutes, then he said, \"Shawn?\n\nYou asleep yet?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Not yet,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He got up.\u0026nbsp; \"I've got to piss, I'll be right back,\" he said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'll be here,\" I replied, softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Good,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Thanks again for coming with me, Shawn,\" he\n\nadded as he headed toward the bathroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He returned a few minutes later carrying his robe; which I had\n\nleft laying on the foot of the bed in the other bedroom.\u0026nbsp; He hug it\n\non the bedpost at the foot of the bed, then crawled back into bed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"That's better,\" he said.\u0026nbsp; \"Now we can get some sleep.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; But sleep wasn't what I wanted.\u0026nbsp; My heart was beating so hard\n\nthat I knew Marc could hear it.\u0026nbsp; It pumped the blood into my organ\n\nwith such force that I thought it was going to explode.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Marc rolled over onto his right side with his back to me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Good night, Shawn,\" he whispered.\u0026nbsp; \"I do love you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I love you, too, sweetheart,\" I replied.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I lay there for a few minutes before I heard him snoring\n\nsoftly.\u0026nbsp; I got up and went through the bathroom to the other\n\nbedroom, closing the door behind me.\u0026nbsp; The bed may have been too\n\nsoft, but at least Marc wasn't sleeping next to me in it.\u0026nbsp; I lay\n\ndown and sunk into the soft mattress.\u0026nbsp; Wondering why Marc had\n\nstarted calling me babe and honey, I slowly stroked myself to\n\norgasm.\u0026nbsp; I was so horny that it didn't take much.\u0026nbsp; Luckily, Marc's\n\nmother had a box of facial tissue on the night stand next to the\n\nbed.\u0026nbsp; It took three of them to clean up the mess I made.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I moved to the center of the bed.\u0026nbsp; Exhausted from the lack of\n\nsleep the night before and the events of the day, I finally fell\n\ninto a deep, sleep.\u0026nbsp; I wished that I could have stayed in bed with\n\nMarc, but without him holding me, there was no need to.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Story of my life","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/136471-the-wedding.json"}}