17. Aiden
Aiden
Istand outside the door to Bailey’s room, cock still in my cum covered hand for way longer than I need to.
It’s like I’m frozen in place, my body unwilling to move from this spot.
I’m fairly certain if I move, I will wake up from the most incredible dream.
The one where the girl I’ve been in love with for my entire life just got herself off while crying out my name.
I finally get my body to move, heading into the hall bathroom to clean myself up and get ready for bed.
All while my brain is working in overdrive.
Hanging out with the guys tonight was really fun, but we were all tired, so after a few hours of chatting and playing pool at Bar Code, we decided to call it a night earlier than we had originally planned.
When I entered the apartment it was quiet, all the lights off, so I assumed Blue was asleep.
I grabbed a bottle of water, and walked into the hallway.
The plan was to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed, but I was stopped in my tracks by the moan I heard coming from behind her door.
I, very slowly, approached her door, and heard the quiet buzz of a vibrator, and a groan of pleasure from behind the door, and nearly came in my pants.
I listened from my spot as my girl worked herself up, until she came with my name on her lips.
I’m a little ashamed at how quickly I came just listening to Blue’s sounds of pleasure.
Trying to picture exactly what she looked like, sprawled out on her bed, her brown curls fanned out on her white pillow.
Pussy glistening with her arousal. What would she taste like?
What other noises could I work out of her.
It was barely three strokes of my dick, before I was coming all over my hand as she threw herself over the edge, with my name on her lips when she did it.
I just had the most intense orgasm of my life, my body sated in a way it never has been, but I know for a fact I won’t be getting much sleep.
I don’t know what to do with what just happened, and I know I won’t be able to shut my brain off until I have answers.
This changes everything. I don’t know why she ran a couple weeks ago, but fuck getting over her, my girl wants me, and I think it’s time I finally make her mine.
The next morning I have a really hard time looking Bailey in the eye.
She has no idea that I heard her last night, no idea that I got myself off to her getting herself off, no idea that I spent my entire night making plan after plan on how I was going to finally tell this girl how I feel about her.
Once I’ve finished brewing coffee, I make Blue her cup just the way she likes it, and when I turn around her eyes linger on my bare chest. Her eyes roam over the muscles I work very hard to maintain.
I let her stare for a few seconds, before clearing my throat.
Her eyes snap to mine, a beautiful blush flaming her cheeks.
I quirk an eyebrow at her, she just rolls her eyes, takes the coffee from my hands and takes a long sip of it.
“How did you sleep last night? Any special dreams?” I ask as I pull the eggs and bacon out of the fridge.
“I slept great.” Her voice is higher than normal, and I have to wonder if she is thinking about her little solo session she had last night. “How did you sleep?”
“So good. I’m so excited for game night tonight.
We have to go to the grocery store and do a bit of cleaning today, right?
” I ask, lining the bacon up on a cookie sheet before throwing it into the preheated oven.
I crack a few eggs into a bowl so I can whisk them.
I throw a small amount of butter into a skillet I have on the stove.
I don’t turn the burner on yet, knowing the bacon will take a bit to cook, and no one likes cold eggs.
“Yea, just a few things to get done before everyone comes over.” Bailey says, grabbing a notebook and pen from her backpack that she left on the island last night, “We should make a list for the store.”
“That’s a good idea. What do you want to make for dinner?
” I ask, turning to face her and lean my back against the counter behind me.
I cross one foot over the other and cross my arms over my chest. Bailey is taking another drink of her coffee, her face full of bliss as the hot liquid hits her tongue.
It’s a face I’d like to see in a different setting, a setting very much like the one I heard last night.
I need to stop thinking about that, I cannot get a boner while wearing these grey sweatpants, they don’t hide a fucking thing.
“I was thinking something easy. Maybe we could do spaghetti, garlic bread, and a salad? Luca loves it, and it’s easy for feeding a crowd.” She says, “plus it’s something we can cook together.”
“That’s true. You wanna make a list for when we go to the store.
We should pick up a few things for this week as well, so we don’t have to go to the store again in just a few days.
” I set my mug down and turn around to turn the stove on.
Time to start the eggs. She starts to write down everything we are going to need from the store, listing things off out loud as well.
I chime in a few times with things I think of while I cook.
Once the list is done and breakfast is ready, we eat sitting at the island.
We go to our separate bedrooms after we have finished eating and have picked up our breakfast mess to get ready to go to the store.
We are going to get the shopping done before we do the cleaning.
Twenty minutes later we are heading out the door.
Bailey and I are strolling the grocery store grabbing everything on the list, and many things that aren’t.
I have to hold back a laugh every time my girl puts something in the cart that wasn’t on her list, she blames Little Bear every time.
I’d buy it for her either way, but it’s cute that she blames pregnancy cravings for the three pints of ice cream, and two boxes of blue popsicles that are currently sitting in the cart.
We have finally finished walking the entire store, and head to the checkout lanes. The little old lady who is ringing up our groceries gives Bailey the biggest smile and says, “How far along are you, dear?”
“Seventeen weeks. Almost halfway there.” She says with a sweet smile as she places a hand on her belly and rubs it up and down.
“That’s amazing. Do you know what you’re having yet?” The clerk asks.
“A little girl.” Blue’s face lights up and laughs as she shakes her head, “She’s going to be so spoiled.”
“As she should be.” I chuckle.
“Already wrapped around daddy’s finger I see.
” The lady says to us. I have a love/hate relationship with these moments.
I love the fact that people look at Bailey and I and assume that we are together and that the baby is mine.
I love that strangers can see the love between us.
But I hate that they’re not mine, hopefully I will be correcting that very soon.
It gets awkward after Bailey corrects her, and we stand there in an awkward silence while the cashier finishes ringing up our groceries. The drive home is tense, and though I know Bailey better than anyone else, I wish I could read her mind right about now.