Sitting in his room, Max ran his fingertips across his lips. They still tingled from her kisses. He felt his lips stretch into one of the most genuine smiles he'd felt in a long time. He couldn't remember ever feeling this way. Happy.
God, he wanted her. He could have had her, but it was too soon. He didn't want her to regret anything they did. He knew the waiting and anticipation would draw her to him. But he couldn't wait. He had to know how she felt about him. He had to see her again.
He made his way through the dark passages easily and quietly. Would she call her mom? Did she have a good time? Did his kiss mean as much as hers? Did she wish it had never ended? Was she thinking of him? Was she imagining what could have happened?
Max opened the hole cover to her living room. The lights were off. He couldn't see any movement. He checked her bedroom. Only a lamp on the nightstand by her bedside shone. Avonlea was nowhere to be seen. He went to the two way mirror to her bathroom. There she was wearing a tank top and lacy boy shorts. He could see he two dots her piercing made on either side of her nipples pushing against the thin white fabric and a dark strip of hair on her mound covered by hot pink lace. She had her hair pulled up in a ponytail and cream all over her face. A loud vibration sounded on the side of the porcelain sink. She smiled and picked up her phone, quickly texting back. She set her phone back down, turned on the water, and rinsed her face. She reached for a small towel and dried herself. She opened a bottle of pills and swallowed two. She grabbed her phone and headed to the water closet.
Now was his chance. He moved quickly through the walls, dodging every pipe, stepping over boards. He knew every obstacle in his path. He reached the door to her kitchen, slowly opened it and closed it behind him. The air felt cleaner in her apartment. Lighter, easier to breathe. He walked through the living room to her bedroom. The light from the bathroom shone under the closed door. Stepping lightly, he hid in the closet and waited.
A few minutes later, Max heard the creak of hinges and click of a switch. He sunk behind her sweaters careful not make any noise but still allowing him a view of her bed through the crack in the door. He watched her turn off the lamp and climb in to bed. The streetlamps shining in the through her sheer curtains illuminated the room just enough so he could see her laying under her teal duvet. She pulled the covers up to her shoulders, laid her head on her pillow, and closed her eyes.
Avonlea looked peaceful and serene for a few minutes. He watched her switch positions several times never seeming to settle. She, finally, grunted in frustration and kicked off her covers her hands covering her eyes. She took three deep breaths. Slowly, her hand traveled down over neck and collarbone, down around the side or her breasts pushing them together and massaging them as her hands slid over their full shape. Her thighs were rubbing to together and her fingers started to gently rub and pull on her nipples. She bit her lip and hummed a small moan. One hand moved down her abdomen, over her lace covered pussy, and pressed down hard on her throbbing clit. Her hips moved in a circular motion gaining some much need friction.
Max was riveted. Her body was writhing as she chased her pleasure. Her hand moved into her panties. Her legs spread. He could see her hand curving over her mound, rubbing her clit with her palm as she fingered herself. He longed to see those delicate fingers stroking her slit, disappearing as they entered her, shimmering with her arousal. Her mewls of pleasure grew into small moans. Her fingers withdrew and started circling her clit, gaining speed. Her back arched. Her free hand gripped the sheets; her toes curled. "Max," she moaned as her climax washed over her. She laid back her chest heaving as she panted.
He was frozen in ecstasy over what he just witnessed. She came saying his name. She touched herself thinking of him just as he did with her. She wanted him. His erection was straining against his pants. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist, feel her muscles quiver around him, their bodies slick with sweat as they become one, as he finally possessed her.
Max waited, afraid to move. He watched her body relax and eventually her breathing evened out. Her body was stretched out across her mattress taking up as much room as possible. Her covers where still at the foot of the bed.
Carefully, he took off his shoes and left the haven of her closet. He placed his shoes by her door and approached her bed. He stood over her gazing down at her sleeping body. Shadows played over her curves. She looked so peaceful. So perfect.
His hands slowly ghosted up her legs. They paused over her panties. He imagined he could still feel her heat and his fingers twitched at the thought of feeling her wetness. They continued their journey up her body over her breasts. His thumbs ached to feel her nipples and their tiny adornments.
When his hands found their way to her jaw and cheeks his self-control was shattering. He leaned over her. His lips hovering over hers feeling her breath. Kissing her had been the greatest pleasure he had known. He broke himself from his thoughts and proceeded. He gently moved the strap from her top and placed a feather light kiss on her collarbone. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
He moved lower and lower until he was staring at pink lace and the soft skin under it. He inhaled deeply. She still smelled of sex and desire. His tongue licked his lips wishing it was her he was tasting. He started to palm his erection through his pants. Imagining her moaning as he swirled his tongue of her clit, the sweet taste of her juices coating his chin. He was so close.
A small groan and movement, ripped him from his daydreams. He quickly ducked down and laid on the floor next to the bed. The mattress creaked a little as she rolled over. Her hand hung over the edge of the bed. He waited for her to wake and catch him but it never happened. He laid there staring at the hand above him. He leaned on his elbow and ran his face along her fingers. He could tell by the lingering scent this was the hand she pleasured herself with. He open his lips letting the tips of her fingers fall in his mouth. He licked them savoring the taste of her. He opened his pants and began to stroke himself. His grip tightened and his pace increased. He leaned back and lifted his shirt off his stomach. It took a few more strokes and he came hard with her fingers still in his mouth.
He grabbed some tissues for the night stand and cleaned himself off the best he could and pocketed the evidence of his transgression. He took one last look at Avonlea before he left. He picked up his shoes and moved soundlessly through her apartment.
He knew he should feel guilt and shame, but now he knew she wanted him too. He was too excited for what was to come to feel bad about what just happened. It would be so much better when they pleasured each other rather than themselves.
As he reached his bedroom, he took off his clothes and changed into some pajama pants and a clean white shirt. His stomach growled as he walked to the kitchen for a midnight snack. The living room light clicked on behind him. He turned to see August sitting in his recliner waiting for.
"Where have you been?" August asked.
"I was out on a date."
"Yes, and you returned from that date some time ago. I went to your room and it was empty. Where have you been?"
Max looked at the floor. He should have known he wouldn't be allowed to be happy for the entire night.
August approached him. "I know what you were doing. You're perverted. A weak disgusting excuse of a man. Just like your father. If it weren't for your father, my daughter would still be alive. He was a coward and so are you."
Max fought the tears forming in his eyes. He remembered Avonlea. She didn't think he was weak. She came to him for protection, and she came at the thought of him touching her. "Avonlea doesn't think so," he said weakly.
"That's because she doesn't know you. Maybe I'll go tell her exactly what you use those maintenance passages for. Do you think she'd still want you knowing you watch her through the walls?"
Max saw red. He shoved August and watched him fall to the ground. "You stay away from her!" His grandfather's head hit the wood floor. He walked over to the body and stared. He hadn't meant to push him so hard. Avonlea was right. He really was just a frail old man.
"Max? What happened?" August asked in confusion.
"You fell. Let me help you up," he lied.
"I—I think I need my medicine," he slurred.
Max could see one side of his face drooping. He knew the signs of a stroke. "I already gave you your medicine. EMS should be here soon. Let's lay you down in your bed till they get here. It should only be a few minutes."
"Yesh. I do feel tired."
Max helped his grandfather to his room. He gently laid him down and covered him with the quilt his grandmother made. He said goodnight for what he hoped was the last time. As he walked out of the room he whispered, "It's my life now."