I laid there in the tub for quite a while and was kind of dozing off when I heard Steven’s door open and the footsteps.
I listened to the refrigerator open and close, then I heard the noise of cords being messed with. He was grabbing his laptop.
I heard the footsteps again, then his door shut.
I pulled myself up out of the tub, and dried myself off. I stood there, looking at myself in the mirror. Perfect body? Not even close. I had dimples in my bottom from the cellulite. A little bit of a tummy, but not bad. My breast were large, but not really firm. I couldn’t tell you when I shaved or trimmed my pubic area, and the hair was thick and dark. I turned, and spread my butt open, looking at my back door. Wisps of hair trailed back, and lightly circled my forbidden spot. I turned back around and grabbed my nightgown hanging off of my closet door.
I walked to the bedroom door and stopped, listening. Nothing. I slowly, quietly cracked my bedroom door, and saw the glow of Steven’s laptop peeking out from the crack in his door.
I inched closer and I could hear a slight moaning, and rustling of skin… maybe smacking. ‘Was he? Was he masturbating?’ I thought to myself.
It must be the “SIL” file he was getting into. It’d make sense, with the big snow storm there was absolutely no wi-fi connection. He had to resort to the files he probably downloaded from online.
I took a deep breath, and felt goosebumps. I wondered if he’d orgasm again. With that, I went back to my room, crawled into bed, and passed out.
***
The sun creeped into my room, stretching out across my bed like a lazy dog, tapping me ever so slightly. My eyes opened, and I suddenly felt that I… I was dreaming. At least I hoped.
I knew that wasn’t the case. I wasn’t dreaming.
I could smell the coffee brewing, and the sound of the shower.
I walked into the kitchen and saw that he had his laptop open. I glanced at the screen and saw that the file labeled “SIL” showed the padlock in the open or unlocked position.
I walked over to the downstairs bathroom and listened to the shower run. I could feel steam on my feet escaping from the bottom of the door.
I walked back over to the laptop, and positioned myself at the counter and leaned in. I moved the mouse over the “SIL” file. CLICK. I was inside. There were, if I was to guess, over 20 file folders. Each one labeled.
I looked back at the shower. It was still running. I took a deep breath, and felt my body shake. I was nervous. My hand controlling the mouse pad was trembling.
I looked at each file trying to read them as fast as I could.
BRED/BREEDING
BLK DK
HRY
BRBCK
BOI CM
Then the shower water turned off, and I moved as fast as I could toward the refrigerator.
The door popped open and Steven walked out with a towel around him. His body was still wet.
“I thought I heard you.” He said, and I popped my head out from the refrigerator.
“Oh hey… good morning.” I held up the OJ, “orange juice sweetie?” I said as I got a glass and poured.
“Im good, I have a fresh pot of coffee.”
I looked over at the coffee maker, “mm I saw that.”
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