Kayla arrived the next day with four suitcases, obviously planning to stay longer than Jay had wanted her to, and her eyes were bloodshot as if she had not stopped crying since her husband had kicked her out. Jay lugged the bags up the stairs and got her set up in the guest bedroom, and then tried to give her as much space as possible so she could come to terms with whatever she needed to, without bothering him about it.

Jay had not seen Kayla for five years. She and her husband had moved five states away after they had graduated from high school. He remembered her as being bright, but somewhat ordinary looking. There was nothing special about her that he could remember. But the woman who showed up on his doorstep today was nothing like the young girl from years ago. Kayla had learned how to take care of her hair and she wore makeup now. She also dressed better, somewhat provocatively in Jay’s opinion.

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That night he worked late again, and the next afternoon he was home, lying wide awake in his bed, listening to the sound of running water as Kayla took a shower just across the hall. His mind was filled with her naked body, the water pouring down between her breasts and across that delicious ass of hers. Jay was hard, and he began to masturbate slowly to the soft singing of Kayla as she showered across the hall from him. He closed his eyes and imagined himself going into the bathroom and joining Kayla in the shower. His mind was filled with all the things he would do to her if he got his hands on her.