The Book of Brooke

Chapter 10

I wash out my mouth in the sink because I'm still technically at my place of work and I have to look presentable while watching Mikey. I rinse it out until the water runs clear and can hear Jacob wiping down the couch with a paper towel, scrubbing at it until all of his semen is gone and undetectable. It's like we never even did anything.

It takes me a second before I see that there's a tent in his pants. How is he still hard? I don't have much experience but my high school boyfriend Trent told me that penises go soft after ejaculating, and I even saw it with my own eyes when I jacked him off behind the bleachers after a football game, but Jacob's still hard as a rock.

"You're still..." I blush, my eyes falling from his pants to the floor. Jacob looks down like he hasn't noticed, which I'm not sure is possible from the size of his weiner.

"Yeah..." He says, rubbing the back of his head. "That happens sometimes when I'm really into someone."

My face turns a hot red and I look up at him.

"D-d-does that mean.... you really like me?"

"I do, Brooke. I do." He says, looking into my eyes. "I should deal with this before Mikey gets out of the shower."

Jacob heads upstairs to his bedroom, presumably to "go deal" with his erection, and I can't help myself from picturing him doing it, from imagining him stroking his thick, juicy 9 inch member.

*

By the time that Mikey is out of the shower, Jacob has finished himself off for the second time today and is helping him get dressed. I wait in the living room for my shift to officially start and in the meantime look through the books on Jacob's shelf. There's one specifically that catches my eye.

It's called "Bonding Bodies: A Guide To Doms and Subs."

I look at the cover. It's all black aside from an illustration on the front of a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and the description on the back written in white and red. The description on the back reads: "Want to spice up your sex life? Author Reid Fredrickson explores the passionate world of domming and subbing through this invigorating book that's sure to heat things up in the bedroom!" Reid Fredrickson's picture is on the back, too. He looks like he's around 50, wearing a tweed jacket and outdated glasses. The picture is so undersaturated that it might as well be in black and white and his haircut makes him look like a physics professor at a community college.

He doesn't look sexy and definetely doesn't look like he knows anything about sex, and I'm baffled at two things. One is that this book was displayed so openly, and two is that anyone would by a book about sex from someone who looks like they were a virgin until the age of 25, but lo and behold, the book has "New York Times Bestseller" written on it.

I wonder if Jacob bought this seriously. Whether he tried out the tips in this book, the scenarios. It makes me jealous thinking about him trying them out with his wife. But on the other hand, maybe he bought it as a joke, to pull out at parties and talk about how ridiculous the advice sounded. It pains me to not know, to not be able to know him well enough to predict what he would have the book for.

I shake the thought out of my head and try not to get jealous. He's obviously into me considering what we just did on the couch, so why should I be jealous? He picked me, he chose me, and nobody else.

*

The rest of my shift feels longer than it is. Even though I'm supposed to be watching and entertaining Mikey, I can't help but think about Jacob. His thick, juicy 9 inch magic stick and how it felt in my mouth and in my hand. I can't help but wonder how it would feel in other parts of me...

No! I shake the thought out of my head. I can't have sex with him. I'm still a virgin and I'm planning to stay that way, at least for now. When did Jacob lose his virginity? It must have been before I was born, surely. I can't imagine that he waited until he was married to have sex, he's too attractive for that.

I bet all the girls in his high school must have been thirsting day and night for that thick, juicy 9 inch dick.

Every time I look at Mikey, I'm reminded of Jacob. He looks so much like him but in a miniature, unsexy form. Every time I look at Mikey, I'm reminded of how wrong it is, how I shouldn't be as attracted as I am to Jacob. He's got a wife, he's got a child. Who am I to ruin all of that? To get in the way of all of that?

It would kill me to break up the Cohens. Mikey would have to either stay with one of his parents all the time, which would break his heart, or alternate, which would also break his heart. And breaking his heart breaks my heart.

"Brooke?" Mikey asks from the couch.

I sat him down to watch some cartoons so that I could think about Jacob in peace and without anyone noticing. Whenever Mikey watches cartoons, his eyes are always glued to the screen and he barely registers anything happening around him.

Mikey's voice calling my name breaks me out of my trancelike state and I look at him with surprised and wide eyes, my eyebrows raising and then falling to their normal height.

"Do you think my dad is handsome?" He asks in his little toddler voice.

"What?"

"My dad. Do you think he's handsome?"

"Why do you ask, Michael?"

Mikey gets shy for a second.

"Everyone tells me that I look like my dad and I want to be handsome so if my dad is handsome then I will be too."

I smile at little Mikey's intelligence and ruffle his soft hair.

"In that case," I start. "Your dad is very handsome and so are you."

Mikey goes red and buries his face in his small hands, shutting his eyes tight.

I look at him and I can't believe that I just sucked his father off on the couch across from the one he is now sitting on. Guilt seeps in and I know one thing and one thing only.

I can never do that again and Mikey and Mrs. Cohen can never know it happened. Ever. Like, ever, ever.

I hope that I can keep my promise.