Cant handle the truth

Chapter 4

The sound of Hopper's blazer pulling away woke Joyce up. She was a bit confused for a second but then everything came flooding back. She blushed, a bit embarrassed by her behaviour. She couldn't believe she'd jumped on Hopper like that. And the sex. She moaned. She'd never known sex like it. Orgasm after orgasm. With Lonnie, and then Bob, she was lucky if she even had one.

Oh God! Bob! She hid her face in her hands. Bob! She'd cheated on him. She'd done what she promised herself she'd never do. Problem was, she loved every second of it. It was the best sex she'd ever had in her life. What was she going to do? Where had Hopper gone?

She spotted the note on the nightstand, looked at the clock. 3.30 pm. Shit! School would be finished soon. At least she didn't have to pick up Will. As it was her day off, Jonathan had borrowed the car and took Will in. She'd better have a shower before they got home.

She sighed as the hot water eased the aches from the sex marathon. She directed the spray between her legs to wash away Hopper's semen. The water hitting her sensitive flesh was a turn on. It felt like Hopper's tongue when he went down on her.

Neither Lonnie or Bob had ever done that to Joyce before. Lonnie had once even told her that it couldn't be done. Women didn't like it, he said. Another load of bullshit she now realised. Within minutes Hopper had her clutching the sheets and arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Lost in the memories Joyce slid a hand down between her legs, playing with her clit, the same way Hopper had. Her breathing got faster and faster, the pleasure building. She placed a foot on the edge of the bathtub, giving herself better access to her pussy. She started thrusting her fingers in and out, remembering Hopper's cock entering her for the first time. The way it stretched and filled her. Her hand moved faster between her legs, her hips thrusting with her movements.

"Oh yes" she gasped. "Oh Hopper!"

She came, hard, knuckle deep in her own pussy, Hopper's name on her lips.

Back in her room she was touched to find Hopper had collected her clothes and left them on the chair. She didn't fancy having to pick them up herself. She couldn't even remember where she left most of them. All she remembered was passionate kisses, bumping into furniture until they fell on the bed naked. And then..

Joyce slammed the door on those thoughts even as the tingle developed between her legs. Her hand was already sneaking down inside her robe. She clenched her hand firmly at her side. She had to stop this. She needed to think, althought one thing was blindingly obvious. She was attracted to Hopper, VERY attracted, so much so that only he, and the thought of him, could bring her to orgasm.

This realisation led to another one. Things weren't going to work. It wasn't fair to continue to date him while lusting after another man, especially one who was such a big part of her life.

If she was honest with herself, Joyce had never really expected there to be a future with Bob. It was the sense of normality he offered her and the boys that had drawn her in the first place. It was clear now that they were looking for different things. She was looking for an escape from the craziness that was her life now. Bob was looking for 'happily ever after'. Joyce had stopped believing in fairytales when Prince Charming turned out to be an abusive, unfaithful, drunk.

She hated the idea of hurting Bob, but in the long run it was for the best. He was a nice guy, and one day he would make some woman very happy, but that woman was not her.

"Joyce" Bob's voice called. "Joyce. Where are you?"

The door slammed. Joyce groaned. She'd hoped to have more time to plan what she was going to say. She'd have to do it now. No point in putting it off.

"I'm in the bedroom" she called.

He flung the door open.

"Oh! Thank God!" he cried in relief.

He practically threw himself down on the bed and pulled her head against his chest. Confused and not sure what else to do, she let him.

"It's okay" he said soothingly, stroking her hair. "It's all gonna be okay. He can't hurt you anymore"

Even more confused and now a little suspicious, Joyce pulled away.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

Bob looked confused for a second, but then he smiled softly and pulled her back to him.

"I understand. You want to just forget it happened. But don't you worry. I called Jack Harker. Jim won't rape you ever again."

"WHAT!"

Joyce pushed Bob away so violently he fell off the bed. As he lay on the floor, dazed, she towered over him shaking with rage.

"What did you just say?" she demanded her voice soft and dangerous.