John said he was going to call one of his fuckbuddies to see if one of them would want to come over and otherwise he would have just phonesex with the.... He walked into his room and I was left there all alone. Horny, naked, thinking about how I would like John to fuck my mouth and ass, my heart beating like it was going to break out of my chest. I wanted him so badly, but I was too shy and scared, and I didn't know what to do...I started fantasizing about how it would feel if he fucked me while. He is an elusive prey, and he needs to be coaxed into the open. My bait? Well, She, of course.I run my fingernails down the swell of my breasts, around my areolas, and down the undersides to my tummy. My palms just barely graze the tips of my nipples. I let out a little gasp, then the sensation is gone. They travel further down, down past my belly button to my hips and then between them, my fingers entwining as they cross my mons. My left index finger travels in one straight line down my sex. Okay, I told myself, I can deal with this.I needed to come clean with him. Confess to everything I had done. Ihad to hope he could forgive me. It was the only way. But how do youeven broach a subject like that? How do you tell someone you love thatyou've been taking advantage of them? How do you start thatconversation? I didn't know if I had it in me.My guilt cast a heavy shadow as we paid for our new clothes and leftthe store. What was worse was that I didn't even know if I even wantedto. When she hadn't visited right away, he just figured that she needed to rest to recover. But when they moved him out of ICU and into this room, and she still didn't show up, he grew concerned. He called her cell phone, her apartment. Hell, he even tried her parents house. He'd left messages on her voice mail, left messages with her dad. And hadn't heard anything.Now he knew why. She had chosen the job. This was her way of ending it. He didn't think she was this much of a coward, he thought she.