Chapter 6
SIX
Adam
I hardly see Jen all the next day. She’s off to work early.
I barely have time to hand her the coffee I made for her before she’s out the door with an odd look back at me over her shoulder.
I’m so bored, at one point I actually google how to clean an oven, but it sounds like a pain in the ass, so I distract myself reading over the Friends of the Dead website again.
Then I message Rosie, the zombie group leader from the support group, just for something to do.
Rosie is the one positive about that god-awful meeting last night.
She responds right away: Hi, Adam. It was so lovely to meet you and your lovely friend Jen. How are you doing today?
She actually listens, when I tell her it’s kind of a rough day.
Rosie: Don’t worry, love. There are ups and downs just like there were when you were alive. You’ll get through it
Huh. I don’t really remember that many downs when I was alive, to be honest. Life just kind of went along as it always did. Come to think of it, there haven’t been that many ups either since I left Jen. Everything has just been kind of beige.
I thought it would be better. When I first met Jen, we always used to have a laugh, but then she got so serious about her job and got all these life goals out of nowhere. Stuff I wasn’t really ready for, like getting married and having kids. Serious adult shit.
I still feel like I’m not qualified to be an adult yet.
When it ended, stuff was pretty toxic between us. But somehow I’m the bad guy for drawing a line under it.
I send Rosie a thank you and she reminds me Friends of the Dead meet every week.
I toss my phone onto the sofa without replying.
I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but that support group isn’t for me.
All those other losers just looked like sad sacks of meat.
I don’t want to be that. And if I am that, I’d rather live in denial—or not live I guess.
Is there even a word for what I’m doing now?
Unlive? Dead?
My brows scrunch together as I try to remember whether live is a verb or a noun or something else I don’t remember the word for and how that all works.
Eventually I give up and wander into the kitchen to open the fridge. Nothing in there appeals to me, but I could really go for another one of those raw steaks. That was pretty good.
My stomach rumbles, and to distract myself I get in the shower and run the water scalding hot—only hot water, as hot as it will go.
Even that doesn’t really feel warm. Nothing does anymore.
I’m standing there staring at the wall when I notice a dark patch in one line of grout and that annoys me.
I poke at it with my fingernail and it scratches away. Huh. Mold.
Curious, I climb out, leaving the water running, and fetch a brush from where I found them under the sink the other day.
Then I scrub Jen’s shower until there are no more black patches and everything looks sparkling clean.
By that point the water is completely cold, so I get out, standing back to admire my handiwork. It looks pretty good actually.
The front door opens, and Jen comes in, calling to me through the bathroom door. “Hi. Can you hurry up in the bathroom? I need to take a shower. I have a date.”
I poke my head out to grin at her. “Oh really? Who’s your date with?”
“Luca. Have you finished?” She jerks her head to indicate that she wants the bathroom.
I step aside. “Go for it. Only you might want to wait a minute. I don’t think there’s any hot water left.”
She only groans, rolling her eyes at me and completely failing to notice what an amazing job I did of cleaning. “God you’re an asshole. You know that?”
“Aw, come on, Jen. Don’t be like that. Tell me about your date?”
She just ignores me and starts flinging dresses and underwear onto the bed. I’ve nothing else to do, so I sit and watch, eyeing the stuff she’s picking out until I spot a red dress and the bra that matches the leopard knickers I stole. “Wear these.” I hold them up.
She looks around and lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”
“Wear these. You’ll look fucking hot in these.”
She considers, then takes the dress and the bra. “I can’t find the matching panties.”
“Just don’t wear any.”
She looks at me for a moment. “Why are you helping?”
I shrug. “I thought we were friends now.”
“We were never friends.” She goes into the bathroom, and a moment later she comes out in the dress, presumably with the bra and no panties underneath.
My mouth is watering just thinking about her naked pussy under the dress.
Jen has the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.
All fat and slick. I let out a low whistle.
“I was right about the dress. Great dress.”
She slides her hands over her hips. “Thanks. I guess I’m wearing this. Turn around.” She makes a spinning gesture with her hand.
I turn to face the opposite wall, but I don’t mention I can see her reflection in the mirror.
She Lifts the dress over her head and reaches behind her to remove the bra, and I stare at her round ass.
Fuck it’s been too long since I had my hands on that ass.
My trousers are suddenly tight, and I look down in wonder. I’m hard again!
“I guess I’ll go take a cold shower then.”
I need one myself. She strides into the bathroom and shuts the door, and I quickly undo my fly and wrap my hand around my dick.
God that feels good. I only get three hurried strokes, though, before I’m starting to go soft.
I keep pumping, hoping against hope that I can rub one out before it’s too late.
It’s no good.
I don’t get even as much as a drop of precum before I’m completely flaccid.
With a curse, I punch Jen’s pillow and do up my fly, dragging my feet out into the living room to collapse on the sofa. Talk about fucking cursed!
By the time Jen is ready, I barely even look up as she walks past me. I just roll over so I am facing the back of the sofa and can’t see her in that dress looking smoking hot while she goes to have dinner with some jerk who doesn’t know how lucky he is.
When it’s hours later and Jen still isn’t home, I finally get up and start pacing the living room. I check my phone. No missed calls. No messages. Where the fuck is she?
Is she OK?
I’m about to call when the front door opens and the flat is filled with soft feminine laughter and then a thud and a moan and the sounds of kissing.
I spin to see Jen with her back pressed against the wall being kissed by a tall, dark, handsome man I assume is Luca.
My mouth drops open, and once again my dick stirs in my pants.
I cannot tear my gaze away from them. Jen breaks away from the kiss to tip her head back so he can nuzzle her neck and kiss along her collarbone, and I wish to god that was me running my lips and tongue over her smooth skin.
Her eyes flick open and her gaze locks with mine. She waves a hand at me in a shooing gesture. “Get down,” she mouths.
Reluctantly I crawl behind the sofa, peeping my head above the arm to watch as he walks her back into the bedroom. I frown. Loser didn’t even stop to shut the front door. Any robber or rapist could just walk right in while they’re distracted.
I sneak over to shut and lock the door, and then I freeze.
Jen laughs.
The quiet thud of clothing hitting the floor draws my attention back to the bedroom.
They’ve left that door ajar.
Fuuuuuuck.
I know I shouldn’t, but a guy only has so much willpower.
On tiptoes, I sneak over and peek through.
I get a flash of a long shapely leg as Luca pushes Jen back on the bed.
There’s her red dress in a heap on the floor beside them, exactly where it deserves to be.
Luca has his shirt off, and I have a good view of his back and shoulders—he could use a few rounds on the shoulder press to be honest. Then he slides a hand up Jen’s thigh, and she moans loudly. “Mmm. Yes. Touch me.”
By now I’m rock hard and throbbing. Feeling a little guilty and very, very excited, I undo my fly for the second time tonight and slide my hand around my dick.
I expect to go soft any moment just like before, but as I stroke, it’s harder than ever in my fist. All the while, I can tell from the sounds Jen is making that she’s getting closer and closer.
It’s driving me wild. I wish I could get a better view of exactly what he’s doing, but I know she’d be pissed if she knew I was watching.
I can hardly believe she brought someone home at all; not that I’m complaining. I’m just enjoying the show while I can.
My balls tighten when Jen lets out a low whimper. I fucking love that sound. That’s the sound she used to make if I’d circle around her clit and not quite touch it. It’s the sound she used to make right before she’d get real rough with me, grab my hair, and pull me right where she wanted me.
My mouth waters, and I can almost taste the sweet, tangy flavor.
I pump faster and faster, pushing my trousers open further so I can get better access.
This is fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better wank.
Watching Jen live is better than any porn.
Slick liquid beads at the tip of my cock, and I almost cheer with relief.
I smother the sound, but I do let out a muffled grunt, and Luca stops. “Amore, is there someone else here?”
Jen lifts her head and glares at me over his shoulder. “No. Keep going.”
Luckily for both of us, Luca is a trusting guy. He goes back to work, and Jen flops back onto the bed again. She’s still moaning, but the noises are getting louder, and that’s not a good sign. She’s trying too hard.
I know how this goes down. She starts out loud and encouraging, and when things heat up she loses her voice and forgets to breathe, and when she cums she’s almost silent.
Fuck. This loser isn’t even going to get her there.
I consider going to give him a few pointers, but before I can, Jen reaches for the drawer in the nightstand, and a moment later she pulls out a big black wand.
Bzzzzzzz
Oh shit. I speed up my movements, feeling like that heavy duty wand is buzzing on my balls rather than her clit. Good fucking girl. You fucking get it.
She makes a muffled sound I know means she’s getting close again, and I can’t help it. My balls ache. My breath is harsh in my throat, and I have a hand pressed over my mouth firmly to keep from moaning out loud.
I’m pumping so fast it takes me a moment to realise when it happens, but then I look down and realize my dick is no longer attached to my body.
With a shout, I jump up and drop the hot hard shaft I’m still holding and instantly regret it. It’s like someone just slapped my dick. It hits the floor and rolls toward the bedroom. Cursing, I rush forward to grab it.
That nudges the door all the way open, and Luca jumps up with a cry, swiveling to find me standing there with my pants around my ankles and my dick in my hand.
“What the hell?”
“Adam, what the fuck?” Jen sits, grabs the sheets, and tugs them up to cover herself, which is a fucking shame.
“Amore, who is this?”
“It’s just my roommate, Adam.”
“Roommate?” I stare at her. She’s glaring daggers at me, but I’m more focused on the fact that I’m holding my fucking dick in my hand and she just called me her roommate. “I thought we were friends.”
“Oh my god, Adam. What is wrong with you? Why haven’t you got any pants on and what is—” Her mouth drops open as she focuses on my dick.
At the same moment, Luca’s gaze drops to my hand, and he draws back. “Cazzo! What in the hell is that?” He snatches his shirt from the floor. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on here, but I’m leaving.”
Jen doesn’t respond, which clearly annoys Luca.
“I said I’m leaving.” He stares at her.
She waves her hand. “Yeah. Sorry. Maybe another time.” Her gaze is still locked on my detached dick.
He blinks, and I can see he’s winding up to argue with her. I step in front of her still holding my dick in my hand.
Luca’s face wrinkles into a grimace of distaste. “Sei pazze, both of you.” He throws his hands up and stalks from the flat, slamming the door behind him.
I turn, Jen’s gaze burning a blazing fire into the back of my neck.
“Adam, can you please explain what the fuck just happened here and why you were watching us with your pants down and your dick…out?”