The next morning, you woke up feeling distinctly odd - but then it seemed you'd acclimated mostly. Thinking of yourself first and foremost as a cheerleader, you look around the room and you cannot find Wyatt anywhere. You swear you'd both gone to sleep after a stirring amount of sex together, but now it seemed he was up well in advance of you.
Getting up and slinging on a shirt and pants, you look around - not even thinking anything odd of it. You look around and hear some noises from the shower, mostly moans and groans, and by the sound of it Wyatt had gotten his morning started the typical horny jock way. You suppress a sigh - wishing he'd let you in on the fun, but glad he's getting it out of his system. After a few minutes of waiting, you see your hunky boyfriend Wyatt open the door - looking slightly disheveled, but definitely in top form.
"Hey big guy..." You kiss him on the cheek and hug him, which he definitely enjoys, but when you tease at his iron hard muscular pectorals he flushes red in the face for a moment and visibly suppresses a moan.
"Just don't touch me there, Claire...it's like, it's fucking weird." You look at Wyatt's nipples and can't see much different except that they look more prominent by a very slight amount. Still your hunky boyfriend though.
The two of you kiss and Wyatt states, "I'm heading out with the bros today for a bit of football out in the park. But I figure we got plenty of time around the house till then..." He gives you a pervy grin and you nod.
It does not take long for Wyatt to begin setting up the bedroom for another rousing romp with you, though by now you're thinking about your friend Lizzy. Taking up your phone you begin texting her, and sure enough she answers quickly - she's always been kind of a fiend with the camera on that thing.
[Hey, Liz, how r u this morning?]
{I'm fine...Terry was really weird this morning. So nervous lol. We fucked again!}
You felt like rolling your eyes, much as you enjoyed having sex with your hot jock boyfriend, it was far from the only thing on your mind. Sure you played up the stereotypes at school and in public, in part because Wyatt seemed to like it, but in private you were not exactly a bubbly bimbo like you acted. And that sometimes surprised people you let down your guard around.
[Liz, what do u mean? how was he "weird"?]
{oh u know, just guy stuff. His dick, something bout his chest. LOL I fucked him till he was moaning it felt so good.}
[I'll uh.]
[I'll be right back.]
[Just tell me if anything weird happens, okay?]
{sure thing, girlfriend.}
And with that you put down the phone and looked up to the bedroom, where your boyfriend waited for sex. Something was telling you that something weird was going on. That something more than weird had already HAPPENED. That Wyatt had been involved in it, and that something was happening as a result. And damn if you were gonna let anything happen...
But there was the obvious question of if there even was anything happening...
You knew you had a tendency to worry, and you and Wyatt had been together for a long time, possibly making that worse. And maybe the whole thing with Terry and Liz was nothing. Maybe you should just go ahead and go upstairs and enjoy hot sex with your big buff beau, or look more into this...