Clara's life. ♠ Part 2. Doubts and suspicions
This morning, while I was having breakfast with my roommates Zoe and Livia, I noticed them staring at me more than usual. Zoe, always ready to make cutting jokes, raised an eyebrow and said to me:
"Clara, you've been missing a lot lately. What are you up to? Do you happen to have a secret boyfriend here, besides Marco? You should introduce us to him if that's the case."
I smiled, trying to stay calm, but I could already feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "No, girls. Just a lot of studying, as always."
Zoe wasn't so easily convinced. "Yes, of course. Studying. And since when does studying make you come home late at night, looking distracted? Does Marco know that you're majoring in 'mysterious escape'?" she said, laughing and looking at Livia for approval.
Livia, who is usually more discreet, simply smiled, but with that curious look that always made me feel like she was reading my mind. "Marco may be far away, but I don't think you've missed him too much lately..." she added in an almost innocent tone, while dipping a croissant into her coffee.
I shook my head, trying to divert the conversation. "Marco knows I'm busy studying, there's nothing strange about it. In fact, we even talked on the phone last night!"
Zoe laughed again, raising her hands as if she had discovered me:
"Ahhh, that's why you were locked in your room for two hours! I guess it was one of those 'intense phone calls', right?"
This time I laughed too, trying to stay calm, but deep down I knew I had to be careful. If only they knew what was really going on...
Later, I went to the gym for my workout. The truth is that Jamal had really insisted that I join his gym. He had been so enthusiastic about the facilities and programs that I finally gave in and decided to give it a try. And here we are, almost closing time, with a few people still in the room training.
I hadn't forgotten the message from Marco that had arrived just before leaving the house: "I hope you're okay, I miss you. Shall we talk about it tonight?"
The message had left me with a lump in my throat. Not that I didn't love Marco, on the contrary, the escapades that followed one another from that day with Jamal had a surprising impact on my relationship with him too. Every time I spoke to Marco, I was able to communicate with greater openness and tranquility. Yet, there was a part of me that suffered when Marco, with his sweet and melancholic tone, spoke to me about the distance, or how much he missed me. It was in those moments that my double life weighed on me the most.
On the one hand, I wanted to share with him this new vision of things, the sense of freedom and completeness that I had found. On the other, I feared his reaction. I was afraid of ruining what we had built, and that my sincerity might not be understood. These thoughts were with me even during the workout at the gym.
The workout was intense and stimulating, during the session, Jamal had approached me several times, showing me the exercises and correcting my technique. Every time his hands touched my body, a shiver of excitement mixed with the confusion in my head about Marco. It was as if the desire and tension between us were a way to put aside, even if only for a moment, the internal dilemma that was consuming me.
After the workout, I headed to the women's locker room to change, but Jamal, taking advantage of the moment, had discreetly snuck in. The locker room, although asepticly lit by fluorescent lights and lacking privacy, had become our little corner of intimacy. The temptation of being so close was irresistible, and the attraction between us was palpable. It didn't take long before our bodies were wrapped around each other, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Jamal kissed me passionately, his hands began to explore every part of my body.
I didn't resist long before pulling down his sweatpants, my hands shaking with excitement and adrenaline. I felt my heartbeat accelerate as I let myself go to the desire that had been growing since the first moment Jamal had approached me during training. Feeling his big hard cock in my mouth made me lose control. But it wasn't enough: I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me.
I pulled my pants down to my knees, breathing hard and my heart pounding. In an instant, he was behind me, taking me with such confidence that my legs began to shake with pleasure. The weight room, still filled with noise and distant laughter, made everything riskier, more exciting. Every background sound reminded us that we were pushing the limits, that someone could walk in at any moment, but this only increased the tension between us.
Just as we were immersed in our intimacy, my phone vibrated. Despite the risk of being discovered, I decided to answer. It was Marco. Breathing hard, I answered the phone, trying to keep my voice as calm and controlled as possible.
"Clara, hi. How are you?" Marco asked, his familiar and worried voice on the other end of the line.
I tried to mask the background noise, despite the situation Jamal had no intention of stopping and my voice betrayed the intensity of the situation. "Hi, Marco. Sorry, I was… doing some exercise. I'll call you back in a bit, okay?"
Marco responded with an understanding tone. "Okay love, I feel like you're tired, don't overdo it with the workouts, call me when you have time. I miss you."
I ended the call, and immediately after I felt Jamal approaching my ear. He whispered: "I wonder if he noticed how busy you are..." His deep voice made me shiver, while the rhythm of our bodies continued to increase.
Then, with an even more provocative whisper, he added: "If only he knew what you were doing while you were talking to him..."
Those words, so full of complicity and desire, made me give in definitively. Pleasure exploded inside me, overwhelming me completely. I felt the adrenaline flow even stronger. Marco's interruption had only increased the excitement of the moment, making everything more surreal. My heart was beating like crazy as I enjoyed my forbidden orgasm.
Jamal didn’t stop for a second, in fact, it seemed like the call had stimulated him even more. His hands gripped my hips with force, while his movements became deeper, more intense. Every fiber of my body was tense, I felt every single breath, every touch.
The echo of our bodies mixed with the distant noises of the gym, but my attention was completely on him, on us. There was no room for anything else. The feeling of being discovered, the beat of my heart that echoed in my ears, and that shiver that ran down my spine every time Jamal pushed himself inside me... it was all too much.
I immediately found myself on my knees, looking at him not with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out, my clothes still messy and my breathing labored, while Jamal looked down at me ready to flood me with his orgasm. “You’re incredible,” he said to me with a smile that tasted like defiance.
But as his words echoed in my mind, something inside me changed. For a moment, the passion I felt was veiled by a subtle sense of guilt, almost imperceptible but present. Marco was still in my life, with his affectionate messages and his constant presence, and I was hiding a part of me that I was no longer able to control.
As I quickly tidied up my clothes, my mind raced to what would happen next. Going home, talking to the girls, continuing my life as if nothing had changed. But I knew that inside me something was different.
I could no longer ignore what I was becoming. And the question hammering in my head was only one: how long could I maintain this balance without everything collapsing?
With one last look at Jamal, who had already regained his composure and was smiling at me with his magnetic ease, I understood that I could not escape this double life... this freedom... but I could not continue to hide either.
"Clara, you've been missing a lot lately. What are you up to? Do you happen to have a secret boyfriend here, besides Marco? You should introduce us to him if that's the case."
I smiled, trying to stay calm, but I could already feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "No, girls. Just a lot of studying, as always."
Zoe wasn't so easily convinced. "Yes, of course. Studying. And since when does studying make you come home late at night, looking distracted? Does Marco know that you're majoring in 'mysterious escape'?" she said, laughing and looking at Livia for approval.
Livia, who is usually more discreet, simply smiled, but with that curious look that always made me feel like she was reading my mind. "Marco may be far away, but I don't think you've missed him too much lately..." she added in an almost innocent tone, while dipping a croissant into her coffee.
I shook my head, trying to divert the conversation. "Marco knows I'm busy studying, there's nothing strange about it. In fact, we even talked on the phone last night!"
Zoe laughed again, raising her hands as if she had discovered me:
"Ahhh, that's why you were locked in your room for two hours! I guess it was one of those 'intense phone calls', right?"
This time I laughed too, trying to stay calm, but deep down I knew I had to be careful. If only they knew what was really going on...
Later, I went to the gym for my workout. The truth is that Jamal had really insisted that I join his gym. He had been so enthusiastic about the facilities and programs that I finally gave in and decided to give it a try. And here we are, almost closing time, with a few people still in the room training.
I hadn't forgotten the message from Marco that had arrived just before leaving the house: "I hope you're okay, I miss you. Shall we talk about it tonight?"
The message had left me with a lump in my throat. Not that I didn't love Marco, on the contrary, the escapades that followed one another from that day with Jamal had a surprising impact on my relationship with him too. Every time I spoke to Marco, I was able to communicate with greater openness and tranquility. Yet, there was a part of me that suffered when Marco, with his sweet and melancholic tone, spoke to me about the distance, or how much he missed me. It was in those moments that my double life weighed on me the most.
On the one hand, I wanted to share with him this new vision of things, the sense of freedom and completeness that I had found. On the other, I feared his reaction. I was afraid of ruining what we had built, and that my sincerity might not be understood. These thoughts were with me even during the workout at the gym.
The workout was intense and stimulating, during the session, Jamal had approached me several times, showing me the exercises and correcting my technique. Every time his hands touched my body, a shiver of excitement mixed with the confusion in my head about Marco. It was as if the desire and tension between us were a way to put aside, even if only for a moment, the internal dilemma that was consuming me.
After the workout, I headed to the women's locker room to change, but Jamal, taking advantage of the moment, had discreetly snuck in. The locker room, although asepticly lit by fluorescent lights and lacking privacy, had become our little corner of intimacy. The temptation of being so close was irresistible, and the attraction between us was palpable. It didn't take long before our bodies were wrapped around each other, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Jamal kissed me passionately, his hands began to explore every part of my body.
I didn't resist long before pulling down his sweatpants, my hands shaking with excitement and adrenaline. I felt my heartbeat accelerate as I let myself go to the desire that had been growing since the first moment Jamal had approached me during training. Feeling his big hard cock in my mouth made me lose control. But it wasn't enough: I wanted more, I wanted to feel him inside me.
I pulled my pants down to my knees, breathing hard and my heart pounding. In an instant, he was behind me, taking me with such confidence that my legs began to shake with pleasure. The weight room, still filled with noise and distant laughter, made everything riskier, more exciting. Every background sound reminded us that we were pushing the limits, that someone could walk in at any moment, but this only increased the tension between us.
Just as we were immersed in our intimacy, my phone vibrated. Despite the risk of being discovered, I decided to answer. It was Marco. Breathing hard, I answered the phone, trying to keep my voice as calm and controlled as possible.
"Clara, hi. How are you?" Marco asked, his familiar and worried voice on the other end of the line.
I tried to mask the background noise, despite the situation Jamal had no intention of stopping and my voice betrayed the intensity of the situation. "Hi, Marco. Sorry, I was… doing some exercise. I'll call you back in a bit, okay?"
Marco responded with an understanding tone. "Okay love, I feel like you're tired, don't overdo it with the workouts, call me when you have time. I miss you."
I ended the call, and immediately after I felt Jamal approaching my ear. He whispered: "I wonder if he noticed how busy you are..." His deep voice made me shiver, while the rhythm of our bodies continued to increase.
Then, with an even more provocative whisper, he added: "If only he knew what you were doing while you were talking to him..."
Those words, so full of complicity and desire, made me give in definitively. Pleasure exploded inside me, overwhelming me completely. I felt the adrenaline flow even stronger. Marco's interruption had only increased the excitement of the moment, making everything more surreal. My heart was beating like crazy as I enjoyed my forbidden orgasm.
Jamal didn’t stop for a second, in fact, it seemed like the call had stimulated him even more. His hands gripped my hips with force, while his movements became deeper, more intense. Every fiber of my body was tense, I felt every single breath, every touch.
The echo of our bodies mixed with the distant noises of the gym, but my attention was completely on him, on us. There was no room for anything else. The feeling of being discovered, the beat of my heart that echoed in my ears, and that shiver that ran down my spine every time Jamal pushed himself inside me... it was all too much.
I immediately found myself on my knees, looking at him not with my mouth open and my tongue hanging out, my clothes still messy and my breathing labored, while Jamal looked down at me ready to flood me with his orgasm. “You’re incredible,” he said to me with a smile that tasted like defiance.
But as his words echoed in my mind, something inside me changed. For a moment, the passion I felt was veiled by a subtle sense of guilt, almost imperceptible but present. Marco was still in my life, with his affectionate messages and his constant presence, and I was hiding a part of me that I was no longer able to control.
As I quickly tidied up my clothes, my mind raced to what would happen next. Going home, talking to the girls, continuing my life as if nothing had changed. But I knew that inside me something was different.
I could no longer ignore what I was becoming. And the question hammering in my head was only one: how long could I maintain this balance without everything collapsing?
With one last look at Jamal, who had already regained his composure and was smiling at me with his magnetic ease, I understood that I could not escape this double life... this freedom... but I could not continue to hide either.
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