“They say we’re young and we don’t know…” I started to sing, trying not to laugh.
She placed her hand on my shoulder as we laughed together, until we heard a noise behind us. It was Samantha. Fuck. I didn’t know how long she was standing there for. But I wasn’t doing anything wrong, aside from loving the girl who sat beside me.
“Hi, Charlie. It’s good to see you got Alex playing the piano again,” she said.
“Not me, Sammy. I just heard him. You’ve got yourself one talented man here,” Charlotte responded.
“I do, don’t I?” she replied in an odd tone.
“Well I’m off. Nice jamming with you, Alex. Adriana is dragging me to a party across town. Apparently she has someone she wants me to meet.”
What the fuck? Was that supposed to make me feel better? Calm the fuck down, Alex. Charlotte just said that so Samantha wouldn’t be suspicious.
“Oh, that’s right. That friend of Elijah’s with the tattoo of a skull on his neck.” Samantha laughed.
“That’s the one. Sounds just like the man my daddy wants to kill. Anyway, have fun guys.” She waved, avoiding my eyes and leaving Sammy and I alone.
Samantha sat beside me on the piano; she reached out for my hand and toyed with my wedding band. I pretended not to notice and attempted to play a tune with just my right hand.
“A pretty girl, that one. Don’t you think?”
Back the fuck up… Samantha is asking me if I think Charlotte is pretty? I was one hundred percent sure this was woman code for testing the waters.
“She’s OK. For fuck’s sake, she’s Adriana’s best friend. Have you met my sister?”
She moved closer to me on the piano and wrapped her arms around me.
“Alex, take me home and fuck me the way you used to fuck me every night before we moved here.”
“I didn’t fuck you every night, Sammy. Confusing me with someone else?” I joked.
“Should I be asking the same thing?”
There was a pause and pauses reflected guilt.
“Samantha, I work fourteen-hour shifts and still have to study. I am not mentally but physically exhausted at the end of a long day.”
“Well, how about now?”
Confused, I looked at her as she climbed onto my lap.
“Sammy, this is my parents’ house—”
“Everyone left for the night, Alex. It’s just you and me. I’m your wife. Fuck me please,” she begged.
I didn’t know what to do at this point. If I gave in to her would that shut her up? I closed my eyes as she unbuckled my belt. Maybe I could do this? Surely Charlotte would understand that I would have to do this to keep up the charade. If Samantha had no reason for concern then Charlotte and I could continue seeing each other. Yes, this was exactly what I needed to do.
I felt my hands moving involuntarily to her tits, squeezing them while trying my best to ignore the enormous amount of guilt I felt right now. She began grinding herself against my cock, moaning into my ear a high-pitched moan she made when she was aroused. My hands found their way to her ass until I moved them into her panties. She was fucking soaked.
“That’s it, baby. I know you miss me,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled her skirt up, ready to sit on my cock when we heard a commotion at the door.
“OH MY GOD!” Adriana shrieked.
FUCK FUCK FUCK! I pushed Samantha off me like I was caught red-handed doing something wrong.
“Sorry guys, I didn’t think… Oh my eyes! Where’s the fucking bleach?” she said, shaking her head.