14 Ethan
I finished my run with the guys. After that, we were supposed to go get a long lunch at the pub, but then Jason’s kids had an accident with their toys, and he had to leave early. Then Aaron’s wife called asking him to pick up groceries on the way home, so he also took off early. The rest of us ended up getting a quick meal at a Subway, and then each went our own way.
My group of friends had been together ever since our university days, and we hung out every other week. But many of them had married. A few had even made children. Even newer good friends like Callum had gone all domesticated; we had just celebrated his engagement to Hannah last weekend. Things were changing. Everyone was moving on in life and settling down, and I couldn’t wait to join their ranks. If only Renae didn’t move away…
The entire drive home, I wondered what Ellie was up to. She had told me she was tackling the hedges at the back of the garden today, but the sun was already high in the sky. It was a fairly warm day, and she should have wrapped up by now.
The memory of her blushing when I deliberately brushed myself against her this morning in the kitchen was seared into my mind. The feel of her hands on my body was much nicer than I had expected.
Ellie was supposed to have feelings for me, but she had barely shown a hint of interest since she moved in with me. It worked out really well for our relationship as friends and housemates at first, but I had to confess it disappointed me. I had started to wonder if she was truly over me at all.
Ellie had started dating, but she never brought any guy home or went home with anyone. She never saw the same person twice, and when she came home, there were moments I thought I caught a few wistful glances my way. But I couldn’t tell if she still liked me based on a few stolen looks alone. Maybe the dating was a sign that Ellie had moved on. Or maybe she had not. Whatever it was, Ellie was damn good at buttoning up her feelings so that nothing leaked out. It was terrible of me, but I decided to put it to the test.
I started walking around the house with my shirt off more than usual despite the season. It helped that I did actually run warmer than the average person. I went to the gym, I knew I looked good, and when I made sure I displayed my best assets when Ellie was around, I finally caught her checking me out. She was sly about it, doing it when she didn’t think I was looking. But I knew she watched me, and I knew she enjoyed the view. Then when I finally decided to try out a little physical proximity, her face coloured so much that I thought she would have a stroke. I realised right then that I enjoyed flustering Ellie. She was always so self-possessed, so collected, that I found myself wanting to fluster her some more.
I knew it was selfish of me, but I liked knowing she was attracted to me. It made me feel good about myself, and I liked feeling good about myself. But I knew it was one-sided. I needed to stop teasing her. She was obviously trying to move on, and I couldn’t get in the way of that. I couldn’t take it any further. I didn’t want to hurt her.
I came home to an empty house. Ellie was nowhere to be found in the garden or any of the living areas. Her car was still in the garage when I pulled in, so she must have walked to the shops for lunch.
I went into my room and started stripping. Then I opened the ensuite bathroom door.
The sight that greeted my eyes shocked the holy hell out of me.
Ellie was naked in the bathtub. Most of her body was covered by the water, but I could see the soft swell of her breasts barely breaking the surface. And as she writhed in the huge tub, those perky, shapely breasts lifted out of the water, her nipples pink and hard. My throat ran dry.
Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back. Her face wore a look of ecstasy or agony or both. One arm gripped the edge of the bathtub like she was hanging on for dear life. The other was in the water. Between her legs. She was touching herself between her legs.
I stood there shell-shocked, watching Ellie pleasure herself. She was so caught up in the act she didn’t even realise I had opened the door. I had oiled the hinges last week, and they made no sound when they opened.
The water grew choppier as Ellie picked up speed, obscuring her naked body to my eyes. Then her whole body jerked, the water splashed, and she let out a long, low, satisfied moan.
Ellie had come. I had just watched Ellie come.
I backed out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. I would never forget the look on Ellie’s face as she pleasured herself for as long as I lived. I wondered who she thought of as she touched herself. Did she think of me when she did so?
My body grew hot at the thought. Arousal coursed through me. Would she look like that if it were me touching her instead?
I stayed in my room, silent and still. My cock was hard, but I ignored it. Any guy would be hard after seeing Ellie do that. Finally, I heard the bath drain and the shower run. Then the other bathroom door opened, and Ellie was finally out.
Ellie didn’t know I was there. I could pretend that I didn’t see a thing. Once this erection settled itself, I would go out and be all casual, and Ellie would never know. Then we could go back to our blissful co-existence and nothing would change. Nothing would change at all.