F is for Funghi Part IV

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F is for Funghi

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“What?” he said, looking around with a bewildered expression, “but I was…” and he let the thought die.

“What’s wrong with you?’ Nadine said as she crossed to the bed and sat down on the edge, her hand coming to rest on his thigh. “I gotta tell you, last night was amazing, I have never been as satisfied as I was after last night.”

“What are you talking about?” He said, searching his mind for any clue to what had happened. The last thing he could remember was standing on the balcony trying to figure out what was hiding in the shadows of the shed.

They dance to mother moonlight. The thought whispered through his mind and he shuddered.

“Don’t you remember? My god I’ve never cum so hard in my life, it felt like you were filling me up. I can’t believe you’d forget something that amazing.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just,” he fumbled over his words, trying to hide his confusion.”

“You must be tired after that performance, tell you what how about I fix you breakfast in bed?”

That was a switch, usually it was Nadine bitching at him because he never offered to fix her breakfast in bed. What was going on?

“Grab a shower if you want, It’ll only take me twenty minutes or so, bacon, eggs scrambled hard, oh you were hard last night, coffee and grapefruit. I believe we have everything we need.” With that she was out of the room, leaving Eric alone to try and figure out what had happened.

Throwing back the covers he swung his legs out of bed and crossed to the bathroom without getting dressed. After relieving himself he climbed into the shower and was soaping himself up when he stopped. There was something hard on his inner thigh and he washed away the soap to expose the flesh.

It was a bump, about the size of a quarter, a hard object was pushing against his flesh from beneath. Cyst, tumor, the thought tumbled through his mind and he knew he would have to make an appointment to have it looked at.

After drying off he checked the bump again, realizing that it appeared to have grown to twice its size, a hard point beneath the flesh that rubbed against his other thigh as he walked. He’d definitely have to make an appointment today.

“Breakfast is served,” Nadine called out from the bedroom and Eric left the bathroom, crossing to the bed while still nude, Nadine’s hungry expression watching him every step of the way.

“Maybe tonight we’ll have a repeat,” she said after tucking him in and placing the tray with his breakfast across his legs. Eric looked from the food on the tray to Nadine’s ravenous expression and felt his appetite leaving him. He was nothing more than her play thing and the realization awakened a cold ball in the pit of his stomach. As long as he performed as she expected he was safe, but what would happen the moment he didn’t?

There’s had never been a sexual relationship until this moment and Eric felt ill equipped to carry on in the capacity she seemed to expect him to. Sure they’d had sex in the past, but nothing like what she had obviously experienced the night before, and still he couldn’t recall anything beyond standing on the balcony trying to get a glimpse at what was hiding in the shadows next to the shed.

Maybe,” he offered, unsure if he would be able to live up to her expectations.

“You better eat before your breakfast gets cold,” she said before leaving the room, “I’m going down to work out, if I can after last night.” Like that she was gone, leaving Eric alone with his thoughts.

After finishing his breakfast he got dressed and slipped into the back yard. Nadine was still working out in the basement, the sound of her treadmill running with that unmistakable rumble that whispered through the house with a low roar. At the shed he searched the ground in the area where he’d seen that movement the night before. There was nothing there, at least nothing that offered any clue to what he’d seen.

Crossing to that mysterious hole he cautiously looked down into those shadowy depths. It appeared the hole had gotten bigger since the last time and from within came a strange, rhythmic sound that he found eerily familiar. His gaze was once again drawn to the overgrown nature of the Morison’s back yard on the other side of the privacy fence.

Their house stood on the other side of that ocean of weeds that rippled in response to the touch of a soft breeze. The house itself carried an abandoned air to it, the window shades drawn against the morning light. He knew he would have to go around and talk to them, find out what was going on with their yard. A task he was not looking forward to. But it was something that had to be done.

To be continued!

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