A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 6 How Do You Go Back? - Edited

Warning:  Mature Content

Sherri's POV:

Her words pulse through me and seem to hit every single one of my erogenous zones.

This tension... this sexual tension has always been unspoken. I knew about it. She knew about it. Hell, everyone knew about it, but we just let it simmer beneath the surface. And it was fun to dip into it every now and then. Like playing a game of cat and mouse except we always took turns with who would play the cat and who would play the mouse.

Never in a million years did I think it would turn into something so palpable, but as we stand by the dresser in the bedroom of the villa she rented with our bodies just inches apart I'm left wondering how we can take this boiling back down to a simmer. It doesn't seem possible, and at this moment I'm not sure I want it to.

"I'll leave in the morning," I finally manage to say. Every fiber in my being screams that this is not what I wanted to say, but I just can't find the words for anything else. They won't form and they won't come out. This part of me knows that if I say those words there will be no stopping and no turning back. I pull loose from her grip finally and throw my bag on the floor.

"I'm going to go take a shower."

Teri's POV:

I close my eyes as she walks away, and sigh heavily. What the fuck are we doing? This wasn't something you just forgot about. How can you? When it was just unspoken tension it was so much easier. There was no pressure to admit that these feelings existed. It was like a game of will they or won't they and there never had to be a clear cut answer. But now that our thoughts and desires were out there and known to exist it was going to be hard to ignore them. How do you push them back into that secret place when you are both so aware of their existence?

I shake my head and begin undressing. I feel a single tear fall from my eye as I take my long nightshirt out of the top drawer of the dresser. When the hell did this get so complicated? Why did I have to open my fucking mouth? The lines in our relationship have always been blurred, but now they seemed to be non-existent.

"Shit," I say out loud.

Maybe I can fall asleep before she finishes her shower. I crawl under the blankets and try to will myself to sleep.

Sherri's POV:

I step into the hot shower and just let the water run over me hoping it will wash away the conflict and longing that I was now battling. But as I close my eyes I'm hit with the flashback of our kiss on the beach. I can feel her lips on mine, her hands in my hair, and an aching that stretches from the middle of my chest all the way down to my clit. I lean forward and rest my arm against the wall and then bury my face in the crook as I move my hand down and begin touching myself. I have too. If I don't do this I don't know what will happen when I have to sleep next to her. I am angry at her. So angry. But I'm so turned on at the same time.   I shudder as I glide my fingers through my wetness and I know that this won't take too long.

Teri's POV:

I lay on my back staring at the ceiling. I try to sleep but I can't. I'm too full of alcohol and pent up emotions. I turn on my side in frustration when I hear her. It sounds like she's moaning.

Is she?  No, she can't be.

But what if she is?

I try to shake the thought from my head but it won't let go. I roll onto my back as my hand creeps down but I stop it at my stomach. I lift up my shirt slightly and caress the sensitive skin on my stomach, playing with the waist band of my pajama pants. She is definitely moaning and I close my eyes to try to block it out but all I can see is her playing with herself and my whole body aches in desire.

Jesus Christ. What is happening here?

Sherri's POV:

I stay in the shower until the water runs cold. It not only helps me to calm my body but it also helps in sobering me up. I feel better after my orgasm but my body is still tingling. I have a feeling there will only be one thing that will make it fully go away and that just can't happen.

What the fuck happened in the last few hours?

We were having so much fun.

We were just being Sherri and Teri like we've always been.

And now it's so fucking complicated.

It was just so much easier when this wasn't out there. We knew it existed but we just never spoke about it. But now it was extremely hard to ignore. How can we? It just doesn't seem possible. I dry my body off and wrap myself in the soft cotton robe that the hotel provided, and pray that she's asleep when I go into the room. I can't imagine going to bed next to her if she's awake, and I have no desire to sleep on the pull out couch. Before, this never would have been a problem, but now? I can't trust myself if she's awake.