Chapter 16

Jane choked back a moan, without thinking she leaned up and kissed him sensually on his collarbone. She was about to do it again to his neck when she jumped away.

“Fuck, I really need to get to bed,” she tried to play off what she had done.

“Yeah, I hear you. Goodnight Jane,” Evan said, turning to go back to the garage.

Jane watched him take a few steps before heading back inside too.

“Oh, and sometimes all I need to get things back into perspective is ... You know, rub one out, get the poison out,” Evan offered a bit awkwardly.

Jane smiled at him giving her masturbation advice. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. Every night she was alone that summer she had been doing something of the sort to please herself. Whatever she was experiencing was an entirely new condition that had yet to be diagnosed.

Jane was learning her way around the bar, finally, when a big football player type walked into the Lake House on Wednesday afternoon. He scanned the room, settling on approaching Jane.

“Excuse me, is Maggie around?” he asked.

“Yeah, I saw her somewhere earlier,” Jane told him, thinking nothing of it.

“Which tables are hers? Or, what section?”

Jane confusedly said, “She doesn’t work here, or at least she hasn’t this summer. As far as I know, she’s just a regular.”

It was the guy’s turn to be confused. Jane looked around, spotting Karen, one of Maggie’s friends. “That’s one of her friends over in the booth in the corner. She’s probably over there,” Jane pointed out to him.

Tom, Maggie’s boyfriend, made his way over to the booth.

“Maggie ... Maggie ... Maggie,” Karen tried to warn her.

Arriving, Tom looked across the table to see Maggie’s red head mashed up against some guy, obviously making out. To make matters worse, from his angle looking down on them he could see his cock was out with Maggie’s spit-lubed hand pumping it.

“Maggie!” he screamed in what almost sounded like horror.

She whipped around, recognizing the voice. Her expression was certainly horrified as he had never come to find her there before. Attempting to hide the cock, in case he hadn’t already seen it, she cupped her hand over it, pushing it down.

Horrific, was exactly how Maggie would forever think of that day; the way she gripped the other guy’s end caused him to cum right there in her hand out of fear. The guy made girly sounds, letting out his orgasm as Maggie tried to hide her hand still under the table.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. Did he really just cum?” Tom asked.

“Tom, I...” Maggie was in shock.

Tom turned to leave followed quickly by Maggie pulling on his arm to stop him. He pulled away from her, “Don’t fucking touch me with another guys cum on your fucking hands you psycho slut.” He looked around to the twenty or so people in the Lake House. “It all makes sense now. The reason behind you always bitching, and accusing me of cheating; you’re the cheater so you dumped your guilt on me. What a piece of shit,” he snarled at Maggie.