Wicked Part 1

Talks II 💬

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Needing some closeness, Grace snuggled up to Steve once they were in bed, moving her hips towards him suggestively. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to be intimate with him. She had not forgotten her sexy thoughts of earlier and her clit was pulsing with a beat. She needed to be touched, she needed the release of an orgasm from the man she loved. “I’m beat gorgeous, it’s been a long day. I love you.” With that, Steve kissed her quickly on the lips and curled up with his back to her. Grace was stunned. After how he’d been, what had happened, why was he being so distant with her?

She whispered, “I love you too,” hoping that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear the way her voice shook as she spoke. Hurt, but no less horny, Grace waited until she could hear the soft drones of Steve’s snores and moved her hands down into her underwear, rubbing the tip of her middle finger up and down on her clit and bringing herself to a hollow orgasm. Grace could still sense some distance the next morning, and once Steve had left for work picked up the phone and called Hazel straight away. “Don’t be too harsh on me Haze, before I tell you anything. I know your views on relationships and how all men are the same but I really need you to help me make this okay right now, not enhanced scepticism.” “Grace, you idiot, I would never want to make you unhappy, you’re my best friend. You’ll get my honest opinion, you know you will, and that’s why you’re calling me.

But I’ll try to say it in a nice way.” Hazel’s frankness made Grace giggle and she told her friend everything that had happened after they’d seen each other yesterday. Holding her breath, she waited for the reaction on the other side of the phone, her hopes fading when she heard Hazel’s heavy sigh. Hazel was romantically pessimistic and Grace had been half hoping that if Hazel could shrug it off as nothing, then there truly was nothing to be worried about. The sigh sounded much more ominous that a shrug. “So no forgive me sex? I don’t want to make you panic un-necessarily Grace, but you’re right—all that stuff yesterday sounds very out of character for Steve. I always think that if your gut is trying to tell you something then you should probably listen as it’s usually right.” Grace scrunched up her face as she listened to Hazel’s analysis as if to brace herself against the words.

“Although,” Hazel continued, “it’s only been the one night in his perfect and long-standing reign as your boyfriend….” “Actually,” Grace interrupted reluctantly, feeling that because now was the time she needed an honest opinion, she should probably admit the honest truth, “we haven’t been having as much sex recently. Steve has been announcing tiredness right before bedtime, as if to warn me off, and he’s up and out of bed on a weekend these days…” She trailed off, remembering the nights she had felt a tingling as she touched Steve’s skin and trailed her hand down his naked torso only to be stopped with a bear hug, lots of platonic kisses and an overly dramatic yawn from the love of her life.

To be discussing the niggles in her head out loud, well, it didn’t sound good to her. “Hmmm. Look, that’s not a great sign either, I won’t lie to you, but all I reckon you can do at the moment is to sit back and see what happens. He’s only been home late from work once. If anything fishy is going on he’ll do something stupid at some point soon. They always do. Go out for a walk, try not to obsess, and call me tomorrow with updates.” For some reason, Hazel’s attempted reassurance gave Grace more wobbles than her expected rant about how all men are bastards and of course he’s cheating speech would have done. Instead, unpredictably, Hazel had been sensitive and tactful. Grace loved her best friend to pieces, but she would have never used those two words to describe her before.

Oh Christ, she thought, this may be very, very bad. Taking Hazel’s advice, she threw her coat on and stepped outside for a long walk, in need of a change of scenery. To her surprise, it worked, and she got back to the apartment feeling a lot clearer headed and a tiny bit foolish at her unjustified over-reaction towards the man she had practically grown up in love with.