Flawed Thinking

I’ll leave you alone to have fun now” Sela loved John enormously for caring enough to ask and couldn’t bring herself to express her feelings of dread. John and Maureen had their own catching up to do, though they’d never really lost touch and had been intimate only a month ago with Sela’s blessing. Sela loved Maureen too and couldn’t bear to spoil their relationship, even while Sela’s own relationship with Mark was non-existent. Feelings of despair that she’d pushed away three months ago threatened her now. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Anger replaced sadness as she downed the last of the concoction Mark had made.


“Sela…” she heard Mark call out. Sela frowned, went to the bathroom door and opened it. “Yes?” she answered. Mark had opened the shower curtain, so that she could see his naked body, though he didn’t look at her, intent on scrubbing his face. “There’s a small black bag on top of my suitcase. Would you please bring it to me?” Sela went to the suitcase and grabbed the toiletry bag, then returned to the bathroom. “Where do you want it?” she asked. Mark held out his wet hand, and she gave it to him. She was already turning away, when he called her name again. “Sela,” he said firmly but softly. She turned back and saw that he was staring at the buttons of her white sweater. “Join me,” he said.


Sela hadn’t really expected the invitation and was stunned. Mark laid the bag on the back of the toilet and reached out to her. But pride infused her in that moment and she answered with a simple, “No.” It was Mark’s turn to be surprised. Sela could tell by his stillness. He’d expected an excuse, not a direct refusal. Her mind smiled, pleased that its dart had found its mark. But as she turned, Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her close to his wet, muscled chest. She almost tripped but he caught her with his other arm. Taking advantage of her startled outcry, he closed his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue into her. You bastard, she seethed inwardly. As his taste flooded her, she involuntarily savored it. He withdrew and looked hard at her. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me, Sela,” he taunted. “Absolutely not,” she said with a glare. Mark’s mouth set in a firm line as he looked down again at her sweater. With one hand he yanked, and the buttons went flying. When he looked to her skirt, Sela’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, no, please allow me,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm. Mark smiled a sharp smile and let her go until she dropped the skirt and panties. This was progress. And when the panties were on the floor, and nothing but Sela’s mind stood in his way, he pulled her into the shower with him. She stood under the hot water with him, feeling alien as he pressed the front of his body into the back of hers. Mark refused to lose contact with her as he reached for the body wash and poured some onto her back. As his hands worked up a lather and moved over her, she closed her eyes and shut out her mind. It wasn’t as hard with sound of the shower water to soothe her. Mark kissed her cheek as his hands found her breasts and strategically rubbed the nipples between his fingers.

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