The Gemini
Keywords: Gemini, The,
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I repeated the process and moved the clothes to the dryer. I went back upstairs and did some dusting while the dryer worked at its own task. I managed to complete three rooms by the time the laundry was done. I gathered it up and headed for the master bedroom where I removed the items and set about folding them with unusual care. I put Christa's clothing back in her drawer, enthralled by the vast collection of silk undergarments and nylons. Finished with my admiration I picked up the jeans and boxers and took them to Terry's room where I hung the jeans in the closet and pulled open his top drawer to put the boxers away. When I did so, it was clear he had been in there for a second pair following this afternoons encounter and the box of condoms that I left in his bag was now tucked under his boxers in the dresser drawer, the end ripped open and several missing. I did a quick glance in the bathroom and found the trash still empty. He had either flushed the evidence or had taken them with him when they left.
I shrugged it off and returned to my room around 8 p.m. I spent the next few hours reading before the sound of the garage door drew my attention away from the pages. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I was twenty minutes after eleven when they pulled in and I could hear them milling about in the kitchen. I set my book down, left my room and stopped in the kitchen where they were raiding the refrigerator and opening two beers.
"Can I fix either of you a plate?" I asked, offering to help.
"You're still up Stacy?"
"Yes ma'am."
"No. That's all right. We'll manage. You can relax and call it a night; we'll see you in the morning. Have a good night."
"Thank you ma'am." I said, the words becoming natural after only one day. With that I headed back to my room, shut the door, stripped out of my uniform and climbed into the shower, scrubbing the makeup off of my face. The hot water felt great and my face loosened up after the dry makeup was washed away. After twenty minutes I stepped from the shower and toweled off, adding some moisturizer to my face and body that Christa had picked up. I guess she knew how I'd feel after wearing it all day and gave her a few mental points for thinking of it.
Slipping into a fresh pair of panties and my nightie, I climbed into bed and switched off the light reflecting on today's experiences. I was still too wired to sleep though and found myself lying in the dark for thirty minutes when I heard the floor in the hallway creaking under the strain of a passerby. I could hear muffled voices and finally two doors shutting in the hall, everything growing quiet again.
Apparently the day was drawing to a close or so I thought when I heard the TV in the master bedroom kick on, the sounds filtering from down the wall. Different noises came and went while I presumed she was changing channels. Eventually, she settled on one and the sounds leveled out to what I could tell to be a running dialogue of some sort.
The sounds of the house settling were a familiar comfort. As the house cooled down, the heating ducts popped with the temperature change and the sounds of our queen-sized bed in the master bedroom creaked under Christa's weight as she pulled back the sheets and slid under the covers. I had thoughts of sneaking down the hall and knocking on the door but hesitated. We had agreed to try and make this work but not being with her at all today or dropping the act for even a few minutes was difficult.
But I would just have to make the best of it and try to uphold my end of the bargain. Stacy would do her best. I tossed back the covers and sat up, sliding my legs over the edge of the small, twin sized bed. I couldn't lie still any longer and just needed to stand for a minute to shake off the thoughts running through my head before getting back to bed and catching some sleep.
I took a few laps of the room and was ready to return to the bed when I heard a creak in the hallway. I froze, hoping to hear a gentle rapping of knuckles upon my door, wishing that Christa would feel a longing to see me even for a few minutes but nothing happened. The sound stopped and didn't return. Finally giving up I lay back down and was determined to fall asleep, finally feeling the sandman paying a visit.
I must have dozed off for a minute or two before snapping awake. In the dark room I looked at the clock and could see that nearly twenty minutes had actually passed. There was nothing to explain why I was awake. No lights and no sounds filled the room. A car passed by the front window and I wondered if the noise from the street had been the cause. That was one noise that never reached the back bedroom so I had chalked it up to that and had rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position on the unfamiliar mattress.
Then I heard one creaking sound followed immediately by a second. Perhaps Christa was having similar problems falling asleep. I held my breath and turned up my hearing, trying to catch anything out of the ordinary. Concentrating hard I could hear conversation and wondered if the commercials on TV in the master bedroom were growing in volume as they often did. I got up from the bed again and tiptoed to my door, listening carefully for movement. The sounds grew louder but convinced that nothing was coming from the hallway I opened my door slowly, preventing the unused hinges from creaking and giving away my presence. Keeping the lights off I dared a look to the hallway and found it deserted. The sounds grew louder and I could confirm they were coming from down the hall. I padded across the thick carpeting and made my way past the open doorway of the second guestroom. It was deserted tonight but Christa's friend Julie would be in there tomorrow. I continued to the end of the hall where the remaining two doors were located. To the right, the other guestroom, its door closed tight and lights off. On the left lay the master bedroom door; twinkling light trickled from beneath it.
The TV was indeed on as I suspected and I moved to within five feet of the bedroom, trying to hear more. I took another step and cursed under my breath as the floor creaked under my foot, the quirky seam in the floorboard giving away my presence. To me it sounded quite loud, but by comparison to the TV volume, Christa shouldn't have heard it. I approached closer this time, a mere foot from the door. I leaned in trying to hear beyond the portal but only a commercial could be heard. I raised my hand and was prepared to knock; feigning that I would ask her to turn it down to sleep but it wouldn't work. She would see right through the flimsy excuse so I hesitated, my hand hanging in mid air.
The bed creaked again and I thought I heard words that were mingled with the TV show that had returned. It wasn't hard to distinguish the South Park characters and I smiled, Christa having never been a fan of the show until she had met me. I smiled and was ready to turn around and return my bed when I heard another snippet of conversation, the voice deeper this time. It had to be Terry so my interest was piqued. Maybe he was a South Park fan too and with no television in his guestroom he was in there with her. In my heart though I suspected a different type of show was on in the room, especially after what had transpired this afternoon. I confirmed that the door was fully closed before placing my hands against it and leaned in close, pressing my ear against the hollow shell. From the other side I could barely make out the sounds over the TV which was probably intentional. But even over the cartoon I could make out an occasional word or two with a creak of the bed or and all too familiar moan interspersed between the short, animated sound bytes. Visions flashed through my head as my brain processed what little data it had at its disposal and again I could feel the familiar tightening in my groin, this time pushing easily against the flimsy material of my satin panties.
The minutes passed and the sounds of the TV were slowly being overwhelmed by the sounds emanating from another source in the room. It was clear now that Christa wasn't alone. Again I pondered what was going on in the master bedroom, somewhat confused by the thoughts rushing through me. There was an old flame of my wife's in our room sharing my bed with her. Not only was he in bed with my wife but it was also abundantly clear they had picked up where they had left off earlier in the day. Maybe picking up where they had left off while they were out.
I wanted to crack the door an inch and sneak a peek but knew that it made noise and the last thing I needed was for them to see me spying from the hall. My mind was whirling and I wanted to know more but I couldn't pull away from my perch. Convinced at last that I wouldn't learn anything more from the doorway I dropped to my knees and lay across the carpet.
Lying on my chest, I could feel the hard-on pressing against my body. I pushed myself as close to the door as I could, turning my head to the side, trying to peer through the narrow gap. The carpet was thick but the loosely fitted door provided some space beneath it. At first I could only make out the laundry hamper against the wall and the corner cabinet in the corner, the very bottom of the TV screen glowing. Along the back wall was the opening to the master bathroom and the dresser against the wall next to it. I could make out the bottom of the bed, its legs sticking up from the carpet. On the floor next to the bed laid a few articles of scattered clothing. From my poor vantagepoint I couldn't make out if they were Christa's or Terry's, probably a mixture of both.
Not visible from my view was the backside of the room but I seriously doubted that they were taking a tour of the walk-in closet or were examining the view from the bedroom window.
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Keywords: Gemini, The,