C12 - Delayed Reactions

ROY

“So you feel like a legit gamer girl now?” I smile at Lanie over the small round table in the window of the deli. She looks gorgeous. She’s got her golden-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and her tight cream jumper on again.

On either side of her, the windows have incredible panoramic views of the snow-topped mountains. We couldn’t resist a final trip back here for another of their fantastic ‘Guatemala Elephant’ bean coffees before we have to head back to the cabin and start packing for home. She and I have got close again over the last couple of days. Almost like when we first met. We don’t have to be out of the accommodation though until twelve-thirty either, so I’m praying she’ll want to jump in bed with me again too for a while before we leave there.

“I loved it,” Lanie nods and holds her wide cup of cappuccino with both hands as she sips. “Especially the ‘Assassin’s Creed’ game,” her eyes are intense and excited as she smiles back at me.

Why, oh why, didn’t I think to do something like this for her before now?

“A PS5 for Christmas it is then,” I grin at her, “And that game too.”

“Roy, I can’t let you spend that sort of money on me,” Lanie frowns and shakes her head.

“Why not?” I shrug, “Who else am I going to spend my money on? What else? I don’t have a wedding to pay for now, do I? Or an apartment for that matter.”

“Roy, I didn’t say I never wanted to get married,” she sighs, “Or maybe have a place of our own. Just not yet.”

“I know,” I nod and her words are music to my ears. I lay a hand out - palm up - on the little wooden table between us, then wiggle my fingers to ask for one of her hands.

She gives it to me.

“I was only teasing you,” I say.

“Yeah, well I won’t let you spend all that money on me,” she says and looks down at the table, almost guiltily again. She’s done that a few times since we’ve been away. I think she’s beginning to realize how serious I am about me and her.

“You won’t be able to stop me,” I smile at her and squeeze her hand.

“Well, I might be able to buy myself one next year anyhow,” she shrugs and then gazes at the view through the window.

“Yeah?” I peer at her and try to figure out where she’d get money like that from.

“I had a call from that Phil guy again last week,” she says and looks back at me.

My stomach drops. I don’t know why he makes me anxious. That guy her Mom used to work for. Probably just because he’s a guy who’s got my girl’s number. And because he calls her directly. I wouldn’t trust any man in that position. Not with a girl as special as Lanie. No matter how old he is.

Who would trust him?

“Those apprenticeship interviews he called me originally about a couple of weeks back - with the Coyle Corporation - they’re happening in the New Year. I’ve been thinking while you and I have been here, that if he can set it up for me, I’ll go to one of them.”

OK, so at least that means she won’t be going back to uni. And even if she might be indebted to that ‘Phil’ guy for the interview, I’d take that, over losing her for months on end every term time.

Plus, if she gets the job, then with money coming in, she could have second thoughts about living at her Mom’s. She might agree to get an apartment with me sooner rather than later. Or even think again about getting married.

“Lanie, that’s great,” I grin at her and squeeze her hand again, “I’m proud of you.”

“It’s only an interview,” she shrugs, “But I need to move on with my life. I can’t stay in limbo forever.”

Especially now McKenzie Twist isn’t around to lead you astray. Which is another good thing for me and you.

“Anyway Lane, I was thinking,” I say and lean over toward her, I lower my voice, “Maybe when we get back to the cabin, we could go to bed again for a while.”

We’ve had great sex both nights we’ve been here. Lanie didn’t climax, but there’s nothing unusual about that. And I just want to take advantage of as much of our last few hours here as possible.

“I don’t know about going to bed,” Lanie has that distant look on her face again and she looks down at her cup, “but I wouldn’t mind another go in the jacuzzi. It’s so nice in there.”

Maybe if she could orgasm she’d want sex more. But counseling might be able to help us with that, as well as with her grief about her Dad. Once she’s had a little more time to digest the idea of talking to someone else about intimate things.

The wood cabin is close by, just a short walk up the hill in the chilly air and we reach it with still an hour and a half to spare before we’re supposed to leave.

“How about just a quick session in the bedroom?” I kiss her when we’ve got our boots and coats off, “Then the Jacuzzi?”

“Oh Roy,” she tuts but she lets me take her hand, “You’ll have to be quick.”

Now that we’re getting on so well again I feel secure about her. And I’m as horny as hell.

I lead her into the second wood-ceilinged and walled room and get her down on the bed. I pull her jumper up and Lanie is willing in my arms. I ease her jeans and panties down but I’m hurried, and then I slide down the bed to kiss between her legs briefly before I have to put it inside her.

“Oh, Lane,” I groan into her neck, I work myself deep in her, “I love you so much.” And it’s so good to have her here. All to myself again. I hold onto her hips and drive myself into her heat.

“Mmm,” she murmurs and she bites her bottom lip, and she holds me as I cum inside her.

Afterward, she’s not as keen to go onto the terrace and into the jacuzzi as she seemed before, but I remind her it might be a long time before we get the chance of anything like it again. So she lets me pour the remains of a bottle of Prosecco for her which was left over from last night. Then we both put our swimming costumes on and head outside to the large terrace.

The mountain air is cold so late in the year - even with a hint of sunshine in the sky – so the pair of us hurry barefoot across to the bubbling tub. We’ve got about half an hour before we need to pack and get out of here.

“You OK?” I ask once we’re in the lovely warm water and I gaze over at her.

Lanie nods and sips from her tall, plastic flute.

“You look miles away,” I say.

She shrugs but her eyes have filled up.

“Babe, what is it?” I frown and shuffle across to her on the low shelf that serves as a bench. But I think I know what’s upsetting her. I squeeze an arm around her, “I know you’ve got to go back to your Mom and him, but I’ll save up more cash and we can come back here. As soon as possible. I promise.”

“It’s not that, Roy,” she peers up at me and tears stream down her cheeks.

“What? What is it?” She’s starting to scare me now. And as she does, my insecurities return and swarm around me.

Do the tears have something to do with those distant looks in her eyes several times while we’ve been here?

“You’re going to hate me,” she says and shakes her head, “But I can’t go through this whole trip and not say anything to you. And I won’t let you spend such a lot of money on a Christmas present for me. Not after what I’ve done.”

“What…what have you done?”

“There was …there.., was, someone else,” she looks right into my eyes, and her beautiful gray-blue ones are red-rimmed.

My stomach drops almost out of my ass and the terrace spins around me.

“Who? When?” I gape at her and she’s slipped away from my embrace.

My groin tingles with something besides horror though, but I can almost sense vomit on the back of my tongue. The hairs on my body stand to attention like I’m cold, not hot in this bubbling water. I’ve got goosebumps like there’s a sudden chill.

“Friday night,” she says and her tears continue to flow, “You don’t know him.”

I knew this would happen.

“What’s his name? What did you do?”

“I’m so sorry Roy,” Lanie says and she clambers out of the jacuzzi in her white bikini with the shallow remains of her drink in her fist, “I told you I was no good for you.”

“Lanie, come back,” I call after.

“Roy I need to dry off and finish packing,” she says in the bathroom and she’s shivering now too, peeling away her bikini top, then rubbing her breasts and under her arms with a big towel as she continues to sob.

My heart palpitates.

“Is it over? You and him?”

“Of course, it’s over. He’s probably twice my age.”

“He’s what?” A guy in his fucking forties? “Is it that Phil guy?” I knew it.

“Of course not.”

“So who? What did you do with him, Lanie?” my stomach curdles as I look at her, topless in her high-cut, white bikini bottoms. My whole body aches with desperation. But a burning desire for her too. “Tell me what happened,” I grip the tops of her arms and shake her. I stare into her face.

“Roy, don’t shout at me. Can’t you see how bad I feel about it all?”

Yes, I can. Because you won’t stop crying. And misery like this is not what these two nights away were supposed to be about.

“You were the one who said it would be best if we didn’t see each other anymore,” she says.

Yes, but I only meant for a few days. Until you came to your senses.

“I need to know exactly what happened Lanie,” I’m still gripping her arms, still raging with fire inside.

“I slept with him!” she yells at me and her bare boobs quiver, “What else do you need to know?”

“How did you meet him? What did you do with him?” Another man touched that body.

“I told you,” she says and peels her bikini bottoms down. She holds the towel in front of her bare body and then strides out of the bathroom toward the bedroom with her bare behind wiggling, “Roy we need to get ready to leave.”

“Who gives a damn about that?” I yell after her and follow her to the bedroom. “Tell me what you did with him. And where,” I grab at her arm.

“I let him screw me in my bed at home,” she yells back, “There. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I grab her with my heart pounding and I shove her down hard onto the wood-framed bed. I snatch the damp towel from her hand and sling it across the room. And then as Lanie looks up at me I yank down my damp trunks.

And then I’m all over her, smothering her bare boobs and throat with kisses.

“Roy, what are you doing?” she squeals.

“Come on Lanie,” I say and my cock is iron in my fist, “The least you can do is tell me exactly what happened,” I shove her thighs apart and work my cock into her.

“Uhhh,” she gasps and pulls me to her.

“Tell me,” I smack down hard into her. So hard that her bare tits bounce and slap together.

“Uhh,” Lanie clings to my shoulders, “Don’t make me say.”

“Tell me,” I ram it hard right up, fast, faster, “Tell me!”

“Uhh, I let him do it to me. Like this.”

“Oh God Lanie,” I groan and maul her tits, squeeze them hard, suck them. “Was it good?”

Lanie groans in my ear.

“Tell me, Lane, was it? Was he good? Did you enjoy it when another man fucked you?”

“Uhh, Roy don’t make me say things like that,” her breath is in my face, “Uhh, uhh, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want the truth,” I smack into her, “Tell me Lanie, say it. He was good, wasn’t he?” I slap against her, I grip her treacherous hips with all my might. Like I want to punish her unfaithfulness.

Someone else has been here. Another man had my Lanie Machin.

“Uhh, uhh, Roy, yeah he was good, he was so good Roy.”

“Oh Lanie, and he was in his forties?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Did he make you cum, Lane?”

“Uhh, uhh.”

“Please Lanie,” I beg her, but I’m on the finishing strokes, slapping fast and hard into her and her breathing is rapid too, almost like if I could hold out just a little longer then she might actually cum too.

But I can’t.

“Yes, uhh, yes, yes, oh God he made me cum, yes he made me cum.”

“Uhh, Lanie,” I groan and cling to her naked body as my cock erupts.

“Where did that come from Roy?” Lanie asks a moment or two later, while I’m still trying to get my breath back, “You were really rough,” she says softly.

“Sorry,” I mumble but I don’t want her to see my face.

“I didn’t mind,” she says and one of her bare feet moves against mine. “Roy? Are you crying?” Lanie leans up and peers down at me but I hide my face in my hands. “Roy, please don’t cry. You’ll start me off again. I’m so sorry. I don’t understand though. How come one minute you can be…”

“I don’t understand it either,” I say and shake her hands away from mine as she tries to look at my face. I twist my head and my face away from her and try to stop my tears.

Author's Notes

What happens to Roy and Lanie now? What must she be thinking after witnessing his reaction to her news? And what of Roy? Should he stand by a girl who effectively cheated on him - and if so, where do the pair of them go from here?

It would be great to read your thoughts in the comments below..

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