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Every time one of us moved, it was go time. I was naked for two days straight.
The shower was an appetizer. Henry retreated to his bathroom so we each could shower
properly. I’d emerged from the bathroom in my robe to find my sheets and comforter
gone.

A quick check in the laundry room confirmed they were in the wash. I made it
back to my bedroom to find Naked Henry on my settee. He dared me to ride his dick
hard until we both came. His words. Let’s just say I was up to the challenge. We spent
the rest of the weekend like that and only came up for air when we were hungry. He’d
even bent me over my kitchen island.

Two weeks late, and I’m still aroused at the memory. That Monday, we’d
returned to a strained version of our usual program. Tucking yourself back into the
friendzone after having a weekend worth of life-changing sex is the equivalent of
returning to a job you hate after having an incredible vacation. We’d even resumed
running. It helps me with my sexual frustration, but it isn’t the same.

Demo day almost killed me. Seeing Henry wield a sledge hammer in a tight t-
shirt almost did me in; I was three seconds from telling him to meet me in the back
seat of his SUV when more of the crew arrived. Masturbation takes some of the
edge off, but it is lightyears away from the real thing. I’m mad at myself for putting
a timeframe on it. I don’t know how Henry feels, but I hope he isn’t the kind who
is over a woman after he’s had her.

My doorbell sounds again, and I’m intrigued. I swing the door open to find
who I can only assume is Henry’s family. The complete set: mom, dad, and sister.
“Uh, hello.” I greet them cautiously.

They don’t look upset, but this is the first time any of them have come over.
For all three to appear at once while Henry is gone, is a little awkward. They each
give their own version of a greeting.

“You must be the Zidane family.”
I point out the obvious. Henry is a good mix of his parents, and Claire looks
like a feminine version of her dad. It isn’t a bad thing. She is pretty in her own right.
Her hair is lighter than Henry’s – leaning closer to blonde. She is a little taller than
I and petite with no visible curves. She is probably mistaken for a student a lot.
Claire’s hazel eyes carry a bit of amusement.