I woke up on Saturday morning with a massive case of morning wood. In fact, probably the worst case I have ever had. I tilted my head to find Claire still sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Not wanting to disturb her, I got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom to get in the shower, my penis making heavily straining on the fabric of my boxers. As I stepped under the hot water, my cock was still aching for attention. I slowly lathered my body, my mind flashed back to last night. Seeing her naked body, the moonlight shining in, I recalled the sight of her masturbating. This all became too much, and I began to massage my cock. It only took about 8 stokes before I shot my load all over the shower wall. I was relieved, thinking my hard-on would start to subside.
I finished in the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to the bedroom. Claire was wearing an oversized t-shirt and sweats, and still looked beautiful. I got dressed and walked with her towards the kitchen. I began to brew a pot of coffee as we talked about what she wanted to do and see that day. This was the point at which her phone rang with a call from her best friend, Jessica. Jessica and Paul were roommates and had become very good friends; in fact Jessica had been the one to introduce them. The two friends had gone out for drinks the night before, and to make a long story short, Jessica witnessed Paul make out with another girl at the bar- and then bring her back to the apartment. The walls of Paul and Jessica's apartment were very thin, and suffice to say, left little to the imagination. She was irate that he would blatantly cheat on her like this, and wanted to break the bad news to Claire. I saw my friend begin to tear up, and she grabbed my hand and Jessica told her what had happened. Afterwards, her next call was to Paul, who confessed to the whole thing. Claire was distraught, and more than anything, in shock. I just held her and let her cry. Their relationship has not gotten serious yet, but she was still upset, and understandably so.
She took a little while to collect herself, take a shower, get some fresh air, and an extra cup of coffee, and I asked what she felt like doing. Her attitude had naturally changed, but she was determined to make the best of it. "John, you're my best friend, and I don't want to let that jerk ruin the time we get to spend together," she told me. We ended up spending the day going to various museums and monuments, and that night, came back to my apartment for a casual dinner and to watch a movie and kill a bottle of wine. It was definitely low-key compared to one of the nice restaurants I had planned to take her to one night. But this was exactly what we were in the mood for. We got to enjoy each other's company and she took her mind off the jerk that had cheated on her. I just hoped that his one night stand with a bar slut was worth the cost of losing Claire. I don't think he realized what he had lost, which as far as I'm concerned meant he never deserved her anyway, and I told her that directly.
After the movie, we just sat on the couch and nursed our wine. We were each on our last glass. "Are you doing okay, Claire," I asked her, not really sure else to say in this situation.
"Yeah, I'm okay, I guess. Just a little in shock, ya know?"
