Chapter Seven
Cara
I woke to small strong hands insistently pushing me away.
“Becca?”
No response other than more pushing. I turned to see and Becca wore an expression I hadn’t seen on her before, a confused but determined look with no guile at all. I was at the edge of the bed, swung my legs over and planted them, but Becca was still pushing. I stood and turned to look again. She saw my c**k hanging there at half mast, gasped and rolled over, wrapping the sheets tightly around herself. She grunted, motioning with her head toward the door.
She wanted me out? “Becca, I ...”
She grunted and motioned again, more vigorously. I picked up my clothes and went out, closing the bedroom door behind me, then put on shorts, T-shirt, and socks. Breakfast next, then more cleanup. Blueberry butterm
