[Shrouded]

I held her and stroked her hair, while willing myself not to get hard. It would be rather inappropriate given the situation.

Jasmine simply buried her face into my stomach. Thankfully it was extra padded now so I suppose it was like a pillow to her?

I didn't know what to say or what to tell her. Yet I wondered what he was trying to achieve by sending such a gift over. Was he trying to win her back?

J: Why are you naked?

Me: Erm. Towel dropped.

J: You're tempting me.

Me: What?

I quickly pulled her up and hugged her tightly, but she somehow decided to grab my dick and balls, squeezing them harder than usual. I flinched a little.

J: Why are men such jerks?

I didn't know what I did wrong this time, or what she was referring to, but I hoped she wasn't taking out her anger/frustration/sadness on my little bro.

Me: I think you'll feel better after a shower.

She squeezed harder, pulling on them as well, like it was some kind of stress ball. I thought my balls were going to get crushed and then there would be no more father's day for me.

Me: Could you not?

She released me.

J: Sorry.

I checked my balls. They were still there but a little sore.

I quickly wrapped the towel around myself again and led her to the bathroom.

She seemed to be in a daze and entered the shower fully clothed.

Me: Hey, you need to remove your clothes.

She struggled out of her dress but didn't remove it fully. I stepped into the shower stall to help her. Suddenly she turned on the water.

Me: Hey!

I quickly threw the towel out so it wouldn't get wet and helped her to remove her soaked clothes. She started crying again.

I didn't know what else to do other than hug her under the freezing cold water. She was already shivering. I wanted to turn the water to a slightly warmer temperature but her strong arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my sides.

She pushed me against the wall and kissed me forcefully.

Me: Hey… slow down…

J: Shut up. You know you want this.

She squatted down and swallowed my dick whole.

I pulled her up. She looked a little pissed. I hugged her.

Me: Hey, you're upset, I get it. But you don't have to do this. I don't even know why you're doing this.

She let the running water wash away her tears.

J: I was testing you.

Me: Huh?

J: I wanted to see what you would do if I was upset. Whether you'd just let me do whatever I want, or if you'd stop me and calm me down.

Me: Erm. Ok.

J: Thank you.

She hugged me again, and started crying.

Me: Do you want me to wash you?

J: Yes please.

I took her shower gel and soaped her.

J: Hair too.

Somehow I felt she was being rather needy, but I did it anyway.

After showering and drying her, she sat on the bed while I dried her hair with a hairdryer.

She smiled at me.

J: I really like how you take care of me.

She pushed me onto the bed and ripped off the towel again.

J: Now let me take care of you.

I stopped her.

Me: No. You're not in the right frame of mind. Let's just watch TV?

J: Ok.

We got dressed and headed to the living room to see what was on Netflix. As usual, the ice cream came out again. Coupled with my inactive lifestyle, it was no wonder I wasn't losing any weight. Perhaps I needed to start cycling again.

After the entire pint was gone, Jasmine just curled up and lay on me again, on my stomach. I guess maybe dad bods were in again. I placed my hand on her stomach.

J: Why aren't you touching me?

I rubbed her stomach jokingly.

J: You don't want to have sex?

Me: I don't want sex to be the only thing that keeps us together.

J: I know right. I miss the conversations, the cuddling, making out. Sex is like the cherry on top of the cake.

Me: You're coming back to work the day after. Are we going to act as though nothing happened between us?

J: That's up to you right?

Me: I don't want to spoil your image in the office.

J: I don't really care about that.

Me: Really?

J: It doesn't matter to me. But we can only be together officially after my divorce. So I'm gonna ask you one more time. Is this what you want?

Me: Yes.

J: I know you want to feel wanted. But I don't know how to make you feel wanted.

Me: It's just a feeling. Maybe like appreciation?

J: I want to have sex with you. Is that counted?

Me: You also wanted to have sex with Darren.

J: Yup. Just for the sex. Like I said, you give me more than just sex.

Me: What if Darren, or some other guy gives you more?

J: Oh. I never really considered that.

Me: Ah. Should I be worried?

J: Darren will never be more than a fuck buddy to me.

Me: That's really reassuring.

I wondered if she could sense the sarcasm.

J: He doesn't hug me, doesn't cuddle, we don't even kiss!

Me: Erm. But you really enjoy his huge dick. I could hear you moaning when I was sitting here the other day.

J: Please find a girl who doesn't moan or scream when they get fucked by Darren. I'll suck you dry if you can find one.

Me: What.

J: I'm just trying to say that it's impossible. Yes, he has a huge cock, fucks well, but that's all.

Me: That's very reassuring.

She flipped over and lay on my thighs, looking up at me.

J: You're really so much more than that. And I appreciate that.

She pulled me towards her for a kiss, but my current body shape and flexibility made it difficult.

Me: You wanna down and cuddle instead?

J: Let's go to the room.

Me: Ok.

We must have fallen asleep in each other's arms just kissing and cuddling.

The next morning I awoke again due to the sun. But this time, I drew the curtains and climbed back into bed with her. She didn't even wake up as I hugged her from behind.

I guess we'd probably wake up late and have a late brunch/lunch before we parted ways to prepare for work the next day.