Bedroomies - Episode 6
by Chris Marie Green
After a lot of thinking on the subway, Jenna gets home and goes straight to her closet.
Heather, I’m sorry for disappearing.
I didn’t know how to answer your question about letting Adam in.
I figured as much.
What if he runs when he sees what a mess I actually am?
I’m remembering prom night and the look on my boyfriend’s face when I showed him what I kept in my purse.
He laughed at me, thinking it was a joke until he saw MY face.
Then he said I was weird.
Yeah, but he was your first serious boyfriend, right?
Yeah. I really thought he might understand.
But I wanted more from him than he was obviously comfortable giving.
He was shocked that I had some kinks.
Baby, everyone has a kink or two.
And Adam’s not a kid.
He’ll get you.
Jenna sits on the closet floor and holds a locked box in her lap.
He would be weirded out too.
Listen. I’ve decided that I’m not going to ask what happened this evening at the bar.
But it sounds like you have something pretty special with Adam.
And honey, you’re the one in charge here.
YOU get to decide whether to make something happen with him.
I really don’t know if I’ve got the guts for it.
I mean, yes, I’m addicted to what’s going on with Adam.
And yes, every encounter makes me braver.
But he wants so much more than what we’ve been doing.
She unlocks the box and opens it.
This is Adam’s.
I snagged it from him in college. He wore it for his first successful internship interview.
Then he came to a tutoring session right afterward, so proud of himself.
He took the tie off and undid his collar before we got down to math.
And you took it?
Yeah. He was so happy that night, and I wanted to remember it.
I loved being reminded of that connection we had, so I never gave it up.
Jenna stands with the tie and box in hand, her legs trembling.
You need to say something to him…
I know I should…
I’ll talk to you later, ok? Love you.
Luv ya too baby.
Need is clawing its way through Jenna, the craving for that connection with Adam.
She goes down the hall to his room then lies in his bed, dizzily inhaling his scent.
Holding the tie, she takes some pictures out of the box then enables her phone’s Voice to Text.
Adam, are you on your flight yet?
No.
We really need to talk.
Maybe…when you get back.
Right now, I just want to know that you’re not angry with me.
Of course I’m not.
I’m just…frustrated as hell.
She looks at the pictures, seeing the images of herself with his tie.
In every copy, her expression is ecstatic as she touches herself with the silk.
I know. But I’m still trying to understand — why me, Adam?
Why not some other girl?
That’s easy.
I can tell you anything and everything.
Warmth rushes through her.
She strokes the tie over her belly, her blood pounding.
You’re the one I always WANT to talk to, above anyone else.
She slips the tie lower, pressing the silk against her most sensitive part.
Being in his bed and secretly getting off makes her stomach flip with one erotic wave after another…
Now that you’re back in my life, everything is so obvious, Jen.
There’s a reason I never stopped thinking about you.
Ohhh…
Is that a typo?
Shit—Voice to Text picked up her building, orgasmic noises and she accidentally pressed Send.
In her rising frenzy, she pushes the phone away, then climaxes with reckless abandon.
Panting, she grabs the phone and texts Heather.
There’s something seriously wrong with me.
I think Adam’s on to me. He wants to TALK.
But if he finds out how strongly I’ve always felt about him, he’ll run like hell.
It sounds like you’re panicking.
That's because I am. I never told you this, but a few months ago…
I took these pictures with his tie—X - rated pictures.
We live together, Heather. If he ever found them, he’d think I’m obsessed.
Her phone dings with a text from Adam.
You still there?
Yes.
Good bc I was almost at the airport, but I had my driver turn around.
I’ll be at your place in a few minutes so we can work this out.
Jenna scrambles out of his bed with the tie, pictures, and box.
She barely has time to throw the objects into her room, slam the door, and grab her things.
Then she’s out the door and down the hallway, frantically pressing the elevator button.
You’re home, right? I’m coming up now.
One elevator is going up, the other coming down.
The down elevator’s doors open at the same time as the up elevator’s…
And in the other car, she catches a peek of a tall man with light brown hair and green eyes.
Desperately, she dives into her car, making it just before the doors slide closed.
She sinks to the ground, knowing this isn’t even close to over…
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