Andrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly what she was doing.
The feeling was silly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it.
Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn't have much in the bag - just one change of clothes, and a few other, more important things. If things worked out as planned, she wouldn't be dressed very often anyway. That's where the lube, her vibrator, and everything else in the bag would come into play.
Between work and class, she and Steven had barely seen each other for the last month. Andrea had to work long hours to pay for her apartment, now that her roommate had moved out. She really needed another roommate, or to convince Steven that they should move in together.
Regardless, Andrea's fingers and her vibe weren't cutting it any more. She needed him badly, and now that their schedules had finally worked out, they had a whole weekend together - a long weekend.
Andrea had managed to convince one of her friends at work to take her shift, giving her Friday off as well. That provided the opportunity to surprise Steven today, adding one more day of fucking until neither of them could think straight.
Andrea was already wet thinking about it, and her panties would have been soaked, if she was wearing any.
Her heart nearly stopped when she walked around the corner and saw Kyle getting out of his car. No. You were supposed to be gone already, she thought with frustration. Her boyfriend's roommate should have left yesterday for a job.
Kyle noticed her and nodded as she approached. "Hey, Andrea."
Andrea tried to keep the irritation out of her voice when she said, "I thought you had a job this weekend."
"Permit hang-up, so we can't start until Monday." He held up a hand and said, "Don't worry. Steven said that you were coming over, so I'm crashing at a friend's place for the weekend. Thought you had to work today, and were coming over tomorrow."
Relieved, Andrea said, "I got today off, so I was coming to surprise him."
"I just need to grab a movie, and I'll get out of your hair."
Andrea's cheeks warmed a little when she caught Kyle's eyes darting away from her nipples pressing against her blouse. She followed him to the door of the apartment, hoping that he would keep his word and leave quickly. She was absolutely in heat from lack of sex.
Kyle grabbed the doorknob, and made a surprised face when he found it locked. He shrugged, retrieved his key, and unlocked the door.
Both he and Andrea froze in place as the door opened to reveal clothing scattered everywhere around the front room. In the center of it all, a redheaded woman on her knees was sucking Steven's cock.
Kyle quickly shut the door, but the damage was already done. Andrea spun and walked away, her eyes filling with tears. She barely registered Kyle muttering, "Fuck - dude," as he turned to follow her.
"Hey, hang on," Kyle called out as he hurried to catch up. "Sorry," he said as he reached her. "Do you need a ride home?"
The next bus wouldn't come around for some time, and the last thing Andrea wanted to do was sit at the bus stop - probably bawling the whole time - until it did. She took a deep breath and nodded.
"C'mon," he said, and gestured toward his car.
Andrea sat silent in the passenger seat of his car, too hurt and stunned to even come to grips with the truth yet. She hugged her bag against her and fought back tears.
Kyle glanced over every so often as he drove, and finally said, "I promise you - I had no idea. I can't believe he..." After a sigh, he added, "Steven's an idiot. You were the best thing that ever happened to him."
"Thank you," Andrea responded in a soft voice. She actually felt a tiny fraction better when she heard the sincerity in his words. He sounded almost as if he was as upset with Steven as her.
The rest of the ride was silent. Kyle had said what he needed to say, and the chaos of emotions surging through Andrea kept her from speaking. She managed a thanks for the ride when he pulled up in front of her apartment, and then went directly to the bedroom.
Once safely home, the bottled up emotions within Andrea boiled over into a torrent of anger and tearful sobbing.
Andrea's depression had burned away in the heat of her anger by the next morning - an emotion made all the stronger because she'd awakened from a sex dream, reminding her of what had happened, and her own needs.
She got on the bus with her bag again, but it was empty this time. She needed something to carry home the things that she'd left at the cheating prick's apartment.
When she turned the last corner, she didn't see Steven's car at the apartment. He also hadn't answered when she called his cell.
Fucking coward, she thought as she dug out her keys from her purse. She decided to find all of her things, throw her copy of his apartment key on his bed, and never speak to him again. He wasn't even worth screaming at.
Andrea unlocked the door, her stomach going sour when doing it reminded her of not only of what she'd seen yesterday, but how much time and love she'd devoted to Steven.
When the door opened, she was surprised to see Kyle, because she hadn't noticed his car when she walked up. The look on his face said that he was just as surprised to see her.
Kyle was bare-chested - completely bare-chested. Andrea was a little surprised to discover that he shaved his chest, and even more surprised by the tingle it caused between her legs. She'd never really paid much attention to him, because she was dating Steven, but now, it was hard not to notice his muscled chest, and his rugged, handsome face.
Andrea realized that she was staring when his eyebrows twitched upward.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were home," Andrea said with a wince as she put her keys away. "I just came to get my stuff."
"Go ahead. Let me know if you need any help finding something. I might know where he stashed it."
Andrea could hear irritation in Kyle's voice, but she could also tell by where it sounded the strongest that he was mad at Steven, not at her. "Thanks," she said with a smile.
"No problem," Kyle responded, and then turned back to the television.
Andrea's eyes wandered to him one more time as she walked toward the bathroom. Despite the hurt of Steven's betrayal, she still had a well of need inside her from the long dry spell, and the sight of Kyle with his shirt off was tapping into that.
A little shiver shook her as she crossed the threshold into the bathroom to retrieve her things there. Once again, she glanced at Kyle when she left the bathroom for Steven's bedroom. This time, he looked her way as well, and their eyes locked for a moment. Andrea's cheeks warmed, and she averted her eyes - but not before smiling at him again.
Andrea gathered up what few things of hers were in the bedroom, and then went on a hunt. It didn't take her long to find the pair of panties that Steven had kept after the first time that they had sex. She stuffed the panties into her bag, relieving him of his trophy.
The more she thought about it, the madder Andrea got. She doubted that she was going to be able to avoid confronting Steven, regardless of her thoughts when she arrived to find him gone. She zipped up her bag, and walked back into the front room with a thousand biting comments flitting through her head.
Kyle looked over from the television and asked, "Find everything?"
Andrea nodded, and then relaxed her jaw, because her teeth were clenched in anger.
"Just ... You know..."
"Yeah," Kyle said with a sympathetic shrug. "Pissed off, hurt, frustrated..."
"Very frustrated," Andrea said before she could think about it. Looking at him made that particular emotion quite acute. Despite everything that had happened the day before, she'd still awakened wet and aroused from a hot dream. Now that she considered it, the mystery man who had fucked her so well as she slept reminded her of Kyle.
"You want to wait around until the next bus? I could give you a ride."
Andrea's first thought when he said that was, I'd love to ride you right now.
She was a little shocked by just how much her sexual needs were taking control of her. Her body was positively screaming at her that there was a half-naked, attractive man sitting right in front of her who would probably be more than willing to help her out.
Andrea walked in behind the couch and said, "You're too sweet."
"It's no problem. Besides, we're sort of in the same boat."
"What do you mean?"
"I went out with that girl he was with a couple of times recently."
Andrea laid her hand on his shoulder. "Oh my god - I'm sorry."
"It's no big deal. Wasn't like it was anything serious, but it still pisses me off."
Andrea unconsciously stroked her fingers over his shoulder. She only realized what she was doing when his shoulder quivered, and she felt a chilly pinch from her nipples stiffening. He was wearing Curve cologne - her favorite. Andrea's fingers slipped over toward his neck, her eyes dropping to his bare, muscular chest.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and drew in a deep breath. "Do you use some kind of lavender lotion?"
She smiled, and nodded. "You're wearing Curve, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he replied, his eyes looking deep into hers.
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