Michael was tidying up the bathroom, meticulously erasing any evidence of his recent activities.
Meanwhile, Betty, her heart pounding with excitement, finally tore her gaze away from the small crack in the door.
She leaned heavily against the wall, her hand pressed against her chest as if trying to calm her racing heart.
Her cheeks were a vivid shade of pink, and her breath came in quick, shallow bursts.
After a moment to gather herself, she turned and hurried back to her bedroom, her legs trembling with a mix of nerves and arousal.
This reaction didn’t mean Betty was promiscuous; it was simply a natural physical response.
It’s common to feel a stir when confronted with an attractive sexual organ of the opposite sex.
The sight of Michael’s genitals had sparked a deep, primal reaction within her.
To Betty, Michael’s body was irresistibly attractive.
She made her way back to her room in a near panic, gently closing the door behind her without a sound.
Once inside, she rushed to her bed, lying down and closing her eyes in an attempt to calm her racing thoughts.
Betty was a normal woman, yet physically unsatisfied for various reasons.
Though she never overtly showed it, and I had never seen her masturbate, her daily behavior hinted at a deep-seated desire for sexual fulfillment.
Betty had never secretly masturbated, a testament to her inner resolve.
The sight of Michael masturbating, his familiar genitals fully exposed, triggered memories of a night filled with intense pleasure she had once enjoyed.
Lying there in her pajamas, Betty tried to suppress the rising flames of desire within her.
Meanwhile, Michael had cleaned up all traces of semen, but he couldn’t completely remove the stains from Betty’s clothes.
He arranged the clothes by the size of the wet spots, larger ones at the bottom, trying to restore them to their original state.
After finishing, he looked at the neatly arranged clothes and nodded in satisfaction.
I, observing all this from my computer, found it somewhat amusing.
Michael didn’t know, but I did.
Semen stains on clothes might not seem obvious when wet, but they leave clear marks once dried.
Michael thought he had covered his tracks perfectly, but Betty would understand once she saw those stains; after all, she was familiar with them from washing Michael’s underwear.
After his session, Michael’s desire was partially relieved, but his penis hadn’t completely softened, indicating his young body was ready for more action soon.
After cleaning up, Michael prepared to head back to his room.
As he turned off the bathroom light, he paused, not heading straight to his bedroom but instead stopping, lost in thought.
He glanced at Betty’s door, curiosity on his face, and tiptoed to her doorway.
Silently, he pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear any sound from Betty’s room.
But at that moment, Betty was quietly lying in bed, not asleep, so no sound came through.
After listening at the door for a while and hearing nothing, Michael shook his head, ready to head back to his room to rest.
But just as he moved, he paused, curiosity getting the better of him.
He reached for the doorknob, pressed down gently, and with a soft click, Betty’s door swung open.
Michael froze, his expression one of utter surprise.
Betty always locked her door at night, guarding it as if against a thief, and Michael had gotten used to that.
This time, driven by mere curiosity, Michael hadn’t expected the door to actually open.
It was unlocked.
His hand still on the knob, he didn’t push the door fully open; his mind was short-circuiting, unable to process the why.
Meanwhile, I had figured it all out.
Initially, Betty did lock her door, but after rushing back to her room from spying on Michael in the bathroom, she was so flustered that she forgot to lock it again, perhaps fearing the noise might alert Michael.
She never imagined Michael would test her door out of curiosity.
When Michael stepped out of the bathroom, Betty heard him.
She opened her eyes briefly then closed them again.
But after a while, she opened them once more because she didn’t hear Michael’s footsteps heading back to his room.
She even thought she heard footsteps at her door.
Confusion flickered in Betty’s eyes, turning to panic when she heard the doorknob being pressed.
She realized she had forgotten to lock the door and watched the knob turn with a mix of panic and regret.
What to do?
If Michael opened the door and found her awake, wouldn’t it be obvious she hadn’t been sleeping?
And might Michael suspect she had been out and seen him masturbating?
After all, when Michael stepped out of the bathroom and saw her door was shut, he had breathed a sigh of relief, glad not to have been caught by Betty.
Both Betty and Michael hesitated, each on their side of the door.
Betty debated whether to pretend to be asleep or awake if Michael entered.
Michael wondered whether to check inside, puzzled why Betty hadn’t locked her door tonight.
Was it a signal of some sort?
He had just enjoyed a moment with Betty’s clothes and remembered a night that was unforgettable.
He didn’t want to give up just yet, hoping to gain something more without waking Betty.
The door creaked softly as Michael gently pushed it open, making his decision.
Inside, Betty closed her eyes, making her decision too.
Seeing Betty with her eyes closed, Michael thought maybe she felt guilty for spying on him, or perhaps, stimulated by the earlier events, she was hoping for some comfort without compromising her dignity.
Michael slowly opened the door, more nervous than ever, unlike his previous confident trespasses.
As the door opened wider, Michael saw Betty lying on the bed, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains.
She was wearing a new, sheer white nightgown, loose and transparent, worn for the first time tonight.
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Michael swallowed nervously as he stood in the doorway, gazing at the sleeping beauty on the bed.
He hesitated, finally seeing Betty in her nightgown again after a week felt like an eternity.
He missed this sight deeply.