The Unseen Enemy Series

Chapter 163

After Olivia and Emma left, Jenny had the whole day to herself. Chris was at work, but she’d taken the day off, to get ready. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Tonight, I’m going to ask him to make love to me.

The physical part was easy enough – shaving her legs, trimming her p***y neatly, painting her toenails. Mentally, she was pretty OK: she knew that Chris would make her feel good, and he’d go slow, and he’d stop if she panicked. But she was sure she wouldn’t have an attack – she was so primed for this, after living with him for almost six months, and sleeping next to his body for about half of that time.

No, it’s getting ready emotionally that needs a bit of work, huh?

What she’d told Liv and Emma was true: she did feel that what was between her and Chris was private now. And if she really felt that way, then that meant that something had changed in her. Somewhere, at some point, he’d stopped being a guy who was helping her get used to a man’s body and touch, and he had become the man that she wanted to be with and touch. Chris had become important to her, not for what he was able to offer her, but because of who he was.

OK, none of this was a shock. She and Lori had talked many times about how women became emotionally attached to their s*x surrogates, even when the surrogates were paid professionals. It was impossible to do the things that she and Chris were doing without becoming emotional about him. How could any woman kiss a man, sleep in a man’s arms, trust and feel safe with a man, have a man slip his finger inside her body until she came, and not start to have feelings for him after months and months?

So, fine. She had developed feelings for Chris. She could accept that. And if she’d come to this point, was it so crazy to think that maybe Chris had also started to move beyond friendship with her? He’d started out that way, and he’d been nothing but strong and supportive through the whole thing, but what was he thinking, really? Feeling?

Then Jenny remembered that blonde woman, the one in Chris’ apartment that day she’d gone over to ask him for his help. She knew that Chris had one-night-stands, that he’d had lots of them, and that he’d had them for a long time. For years. So, if he found a woman attractive enough, then he was able to touch her, kiss her, have s*x with her, all without emotion or commitment. Certainly without love.

Is that what he’s doing here with me? He’s attracted to me, so he’s able to get into bed with me? Is that all it is to him?

Jenny pondered that for a while, turning it over and over in her mind. Then she shrugged. OK, well, so what? She hadn’t asked Chris to be her s*x surrogate in the hopes of ending up in a relationship with him, had she? No.

She’d asked him to help her because she trusted him. The plan all along was for him to get her to the point when she could accept a man’s attention and touch without fear. Then, they were to go back to their lives. He’d go home, she’d be open to dating men without trauma or panic. And they’d be just friends again.

Don’t mess this all up, girl. The whole point was to make love with a man who wouldn’t scare you… then you go out and find a man to date for real. This whole thing is artificial. Temporary. Enjoy it, enjoy him. Then move on.



Her head on straight again – for the most part, anyway – Jenny carried on with her preparations, and waited for Chris.