Chapter 10

A bone-weary exhaustion filled my being as I left Nicole's room, spent after the hours of practical training I had bestowed on Nicole. As I walked towards the stairs, there was only one thing in my mind, getting a rejuvenating sleep. But before I could arrive at the stairs, someone stepped upstairs, risking my plan. "Stephen!" Katie said with an obvious surprise. "What are you doing here?"

A reflexive answer came out before I could really think. "Looking for you. I wanted to talk to you about Madison," I said, fervently hoping that she didn't ask why my shirt was crooked and missing a button. I could hardly say that it broke off while I pulled in a hurry, too excited to finally bend over her stepmother after several extended foreplay sessions where I molested her to my heart's content.

While I had to say that to distract her from my state of dress until I could come up with a better way to hide it, I was quite aware of its drawback. A drawback that was realized when Katie grabbed my hand in an alarmed expression. "Not here," she said before she dragged me to her room, a weird reversal of what I just did with her stepmother.

It wasn't that I had any objection to be in her room. Nancy was away, and Nicole was unconscious with an equal measure of pleasure and shame, it was a good time to push our closeness to the next level. I could have used somewhere else of course, but anything other than a few quick kisses was not an option in anywhere public, and she could hardly be convinced to come to a hotel room without making her tense and defensive. No, the problem lay with my exhausted state, after spending hours with Nicole, more than anything I needed a long sleep to soothe my bruised flesh.

I didn't beat myself on it much though, using the small distance between the stairs and Katie's door to fix my appearance as much as I could. "What are you doing, mentioning her name in the middle of the corridor?" she said, her eyes grew wide in fear. "What if my mother heard it?"

A deadpan expression was my first answer. "What will happen if she heard it?" I asked.

"It…" she started, only to come to a sudden stop as she went over the sentence in her head once more. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.

"No worries," I said even as I walked and sat on her bed. She looked displeased on my presumption, but her demeanor prevented her from saying anything about it. So I promptly ignored her in favor of examining her room. It was disappointingly stereotypical, a small bed with red and white sheets, a boring desk full of books, and a couple of posters over the pale pink walls, both groups needlessly popular. The room needed some character.

I discreetly glanced at her, and saw she was still standing, a confused expression on her face, meaning that my slight pause achieved its aim, disorienting her enough to pass the control of the conversation back to me. "So, let's talk about Madison," I said. "But why don't you take a seat first."

She reached to pull a chair, but I patted the bed invitingly, causing her to freeze in indecision once more, one I broke a second later with the sharp glare I sent to her way. She sat on the bed, but sat at the corner, with more than two feet between us. "That's the thing I'm talking about," I said, pointing at the distance between them. "This kind of small signs starting to make her suspect that something is off with our relationship."

"But we don't have a relationship," she exclaimed, her face burning red.

I shrugged. "Well, there is no problem as long as Madison knowing it as well." She shook her head hard, showing that she didn't want something like that happening. "Then you need to learn how to be more relaxed with my presence."

It seemed that my last kiss affected her more than I expected. She started speaking, her eyes firmly on the ground, trying her best to ignore the fact that we were alone. "I know, but it's hard. Are you even sure that Madison is suspecting something?"

"It seemed that she was trying to decipher something. But maybe I was wrong. As long as she acted normally during the second half of the movie, there is likely no problem. I just hope that she wasn't excessively distracted and silent, like she was trying to put the pieces together."

I knew that Madison was silent and distracted because she had been struck with a chain orgasm following our small yet heated embrace, but Katie didn't have that context, nor had the experience to realize that it wasn't a usual behavior of someone that just realized something. But my comments disguised as predictions were accurate enough to throw off her balance. "That's what happened!" she exclaimed as she jumped in panic, the fear taking precedence over the reason.

"Then it's bad," I said, not allowing her any time to recover. "The next time we meet with her, we need to be more convincing, or she might realize it's all fake."

"But how?" she wailed.

"Simple," I said, keeping my voice as even as possible to hide my excitement, ignoring her theatric exclamation. "We need to make sure our intimacy looks natural, and the easiest thing we can do is to practice."

"Practice!" she repeated.

"Yes, Katie, practice. There is no way we could sell the ruse if you continue to freeze at my slightest touch."

"I don't freeze when you touched me," she said. "Do I?" she followed a second later with a whisper. I didn't bother to verbalize my answer, just reached and grabbed her hand, and she froze even worse than she did at the cinema. However, it was not surprising. The cinema was loud and dark, and the raunchy movie on the screen didn't hurt any in terms of making her more receptive to my advances. Now, under bright fluorescent lights and with her attention brought to that exact fact, her reaction was much more noticeable. "Oh god, there is no way Madison didn't notice it. My school life is over!"

"Well, it was dark and noisy, which is why her belief is still in suspicion level. As long as we can convince her the next time we meet, nothing will happen." She looked at me with a hesitant smile, asking for reassurance. "Don't worry, we can do this," I added, then patted on the bed. "Come, sit, so that we can start."

And just like that, the doubt and hesitancy were back on her face, but she was walking towards me so I didn't comment on it, no matter how small was her steps. Soon, she was in front of me, lowering herself on the bed, but I had other thoughts in mind. I wrapped my hand around her waist, changing her path with a small pull so that she ended up in my lap. "Stephen!" she exclaimed loudly, wiggling to get free.

"Silent, or Nicole might decide to see whether something was wrong. It might be tough to explain why you're on my lap."

"Okay," she said demurely before getting a second wind. "But let me go!"

"No," I countered in a calm tone that took the wind out of her sails. "Think it of a shock therapy. It will be harder at first, but will give a much better result."

"Can't we go slower," she asked while wiggling subconsciously to make herself more comfortable in my lap, a move that started to awaken my shaft despite my exhausted state. I cursed the fact that she was wearing a thick skirt, reducing the enjoyment I would get from her lithe but firm bottom.

"We can," I answered. "But only if you're willing to take a bit of risk. If Madison calls us for another date before the slower way gave results, she might realize what is going on, wasting all of our efforts to this point."

"What if I said we're busy?" she asked.

It was a simple but elegant idea, but it ran contrary to my aims so I killed it. "Too risky. She's already suspicious, and if you start to deflect her, she might take it as confirmation." As I said that, I tightened my arms around her waist even more, pushing her bottom tighter over my growing shaft, a detail that she managed to lose in her confusion. I couldn't wait until she realized what was growing beneath her.

"Okay," she said resignedly.

"Perfect," I said. "Then just relax, press your back to my chest, and try to stay silent as much as you could." As soon as she nodded, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her neck, made easier by the fact that her hair was shaped into a bun. Predictably, she froze, but I didn't let it stop me from my next move. I kept my lips on her neck in a lingering kiss, sucking softly even as I brought my arms around her waist higher until my forearm was supporting her breasts. Not that they needed any, I just wanted to touch them.

It was the panic that freed her from her shock this time. The arousing sensation of fonding a young and beautiful woman managed to overcome the bone-weary exhaustion of certain parts of my body, and my erection rose to its full stature, to a point that was impossible to miss even by an emotionally-distressed virgin. "Stephen!" she exclaimed in shock as she attempted to jump in a display of pure reflexes, but my hold was too tight for her to succeed.

"Calm down, sweetie. Or have you forgotten the objective of the exercise?"

Her panic subsided after that reminder, but not her protest. "But I can feel your… Thing… It's too much!"

"Hence the name of shock therapy," I answered clinically. "It wouldn't be effective if it didn't push your barriers." I had no idea whether shock therapy worked like that, but she didn't know as well, which was the only important thing. Once again, I used the opportunity to better my position, aligning my shaft with her bottom, lodged between her cheeks. Something she missed until it was too late. "Are you ready to continue?" She didn't answer, so I decided to push her a bit more. "Look, Katie. I'm giving you hours from my busy schedule because you asked for my help after putting yourself in a bind. However, there is no point of me wasting all that time if you're not going to put the same effort."

"Okay," she whispered in a barely audible voice, almost enough for me to feel bad about the blatant manipulation of a young woman.

Almost, but not quite, which was why I used the opportunity to shift one of my hands to her leg. After all, young as she might be, she was still legally an adult, and more importantly, I was a selfish bastard. "Better," I said even as my hand glided over the skin uncovered by her skirt, her goosebumps a physical entity under my fingers. "So, how was the school?" I asked.

"What?" she asked, blindsided by the casual question.

"I asked about the school," I said before sighing resignedly. "It's another part of the training. You need to be able to speak about topics like this when we're with Madison, like our intimacy is nothing but a casual habit."

"I understand," she murmured before launching a staggered explanation about the school, slowing down whenever my hand tickled the edge of her skirt, pushing it up bit by bit. When her long-winded explanation about the last math exam was finished, the hem of her skirt had moved upwards considerably, revealing most of her thighs, attractive despite their thin appearance that suggested she preferred staying inside over exercising.

I decided to move the discussion to the next level. "Very interesting, how about the literature," I said, while I slid my other hand from the bottom of her shirt, grazing my fingers over her naked belly, making her shiver, with the added benefit of silencing her effectively. "Come on, Katie. I asked you a question."

"It's fine," she managed to whisper in a trembling voice. Her eyes were dry but I could hear the oncoming tears in her voice. "I'm sorry, but it's too much." But even then, I could sense that was her rising arousal that was unbalanced her.

"No worries, honey," I answered cheerfully, pulling my hand away after one last caress. "You were very brave, trying to push yourself despite your discomfort." Naturally, I avoided mentioning that she was trying to cover up her own fuck up, as a forthcoming honesty was seldom a useful trait in life. I pulled my hands away, letting her stand up.

"Thanks," she answered, smiling after the unexpected compliment.

I walked towards her door, checking my phone, in an angle outside her line of sight, to see whether the corridor was empty, which thankfully was. I didn't want to come across Nancy in my exhausted state as well. Nicole had been exhausting enough before the small session with Katie. Actually, it was the only reason I let Katie go that easily. I could have pushed her farther, but it would have been a chore for me as well, which beat the whole purpose of doing it in the first place. Still, I turned towards her just before leaving. "Be at my room tomorrow morning, six-thirty, sharp, so we can do a second session before you go for the school."

Then, before she could answer, I left the room, my mind already on the things I would do, unhampered by a bone-weary exhaustion.