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out with weights. Running had always been his thing,
and clearly it paid off.
    Jonathan picked up his phone and scrunched
his face. “Hello?” She could tell he didn’t know the caller.
Recognition hit as his eyes widened and huge smile took over his
lips. “Oh, Linda! Hello. Sorry, I meant to call you. I just woke
from a nap…” His voice trailed off as he walked to the bedroom.
Before closing the door behind him, he glanced at Roxi for a
moment. Giving her a small smile he then closed the door.
    “Linda.” Roxi tested the name. Unable to
recall anyone by that name, she soon felt guilty. Had she been
keeping him from his girlfriend? Standing up from the couch, her
head and cheek throbbed. The pain wasn’t as bad as earlier. Either
she was on the mend or the meds the doctor prescribed were
working.
    In the kitchen, she filled a glass with
water at the sink and drank it down. Spotting a bright red apple,
she picked it up, and took a huge bite of the juicy fruit. “Mmmm,
this is so good.” After a few bites she set it down and began to
unload the dishwasher.
    Her body felt stiff and she realized it was
from lying down so much. Stretching to one side, and then to the
other felt really good. Arching her back she could hear and feel
her spine cracking. Probing her head and her cheek, she surveyed
her injuries. She felt like she should cry, it was all too much;
the trip, her injury, and Jonathan in her home.
    She didn’t stop her fingers after exploring
her face; she let them continue on a path along the front of her
body. Remembering Jonathan’s hard cock pressing into her back on
the couch earlier, she leaned against the counter, and ran her
palms over her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her pussy clenched
in desire and that overrode the need to sob, instead she wanted to
cry out in ecstasy.

 
     
     
Chapter Five
     
    She must’ve forgotten she had a temporary
roommate, Jonathan watched as she slowly teased her nipples through
her shirt. He made a gasping noise in the hallway that shook her
from her brief excitement, and she hurried back to unloading the
dishwasher.
    “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
Jonathan rushed in to take over the dishes, and tried to forget the
image he just saw. Roxi touching herself. Not just touching, but
pleasuring her nipples and enjoying it.
    Roxi’s face flushed, no doubt why. “But I –
I’m feeling much better.”
    “You go lie down and rest. I’ll finish up
here.” She didn’t argue and took off for the bedroom half slamming
the door behind her. A few moments later, he heard the shower
running. At war with himself, he didn’t know if he should go and
help her, or at least make sure she was all right, or just stay
away?
    Entering the bedroom, he strode quietly
toward the bathroom where the door wasn’t quite closed. A trail of
her clothing had been strewn about on the floor. Her womanly figure
silhouetted through the frosted shower doors. She washed or rubbed
herself, he couldn’t tell.
    She groaned a deep, drawn-out moan, and
knowing her the way he did, he knew exactly what she was doing. His
cock went hard in an instant. Unable to look away he rubbed himself
through his jeans while watching her as she brought herself to
pleasure. Her whimpers and moans were sounds he missed and he
wanted to be the one making her feel that way. She climaxed far too
soon for him and he pushed away from the doorframe.
    He went to the couch to compose himself and
grabbed a magazine and pretended to be reading it. It was futile
attempt; he never found his composure, and she never came out from
her room. He checked on her a few times during the night, and she
appeared to be fine. He slept when his mind allowed him too; he
kept having thoughts of him and Roxi, and how happy they once were,
but that was too long ago. They could never have that again.
    The next day they avoided each other except
to eat, and even then the conversation lacked depth. “I’m doing
much better, the