The Video Shoot Ch. 01

I sat in the park for several hours until well after dark. I still had yet to reach any conclusive decision on what to do, but time itself had worn down my emotions and fear to where I just got used to carrying the baggage. My stomach had settled enough to start to feel hungry so I left to go home. I didn't know what was going to happen with Kara but I had calmed down enough to accept my fate. As I drove, the recollection of seeing her naked, impaled upon my cock crept into my mind and my guilt began to fade. I just wondered if that memory would be worth the fallout if she found out.

When I got to the apartment, I opened the door and saw the lights were on. That meant Kara was home. My stomach turned again and my hunger vanished.

"John?" I heard her call from the kitchen.

"I'm home," I answered, trying not to sound nervous, stepping inside.

I wanted to just run to my room and hide from her. I didn't know if I could bare to see her right now, knowing what had just happened earlier in the day.

"Have a good day?" Kara asked from around the corner, out of sight. Her voice was casual with no hint that she had just returned from a day on a porn set.

"Yes and no," I said. I stood at the door, debating what to do and where to go. I wanted to appear casual and not tip her off that anything was wrong, so I made up my mind to simply get a drink of water, claim I was tired, and head to bed.

I entered the kitchen and saw her wearing her typical lounging t-shirt while standing at the counter fixing a snack.

"And your day?" I stammered, trying not to think about her nude and fucking me.

"It was really good," she said in her standard cheerful tone.

I walked past her and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. My hands were shaking slightly as I filled it with water at the tap. "I'm pretty tired. I'm going to turn in early tonight." I told her.

I downed the water and was walking out of the kitchen when she said something that made me freeze. I stopped dead in my tracks and braced for the consequences.

"Wait," she said turning toward me as I walked past her. "What's that on the back of your neck and ear? Looks like a smudge. Something green..."