Chapter 1319
Yet Audrey never responded to his comments, nor did she publish any new posts. Ethan felt somewhat disheartened; however, he still habitually logged into the forum every night to reread the posts he had already memorized by heart. This evening, as he logged in once more, he was suddenly thrilled to discover that Audrey had posted new content. Overjoyed, he quickly clicked on it and instinctively left a comment.
But this time, Audrey quickly sent him a private message. He was ecstatic, but his fingers froze above the keyboard. Audrey poured her heart out on this forum; he knew her thoughts, maybe even better than her husband, Jason. If she knew who he was, she might stop writing. He'd lose this connection to her inner world.
He craved a real relationship with her, but he craved this connection even more. Here, her marital status didn't matter. He didn't have to hide his feelings.
He logged out. This forum was their secret garden, just the two of them. He had her undivided attention here. Wasn't that enough?
Ethan tidied his small apartment. It was past eight. He sat at his desk and began his daily work journal. He'd been in West Stream Town for two months, shadowing Grant. What he'd seen was appalling. Villages nestled in the mountains, still without running water or electricity. Families relying on rainwater cisterns. Young people gone, leaving only the elderly and a few stragglers. It was heartbreaking. He felt a surge of guilt for his own comfortable life.
He finished his journal and was about to read when a knock came at the door. "Who is it?"
"Cecilia," a woman's voice called.
"Just a minute." He threw on a jacket and opened the door. Cecilia Thorne, a colleague from the local government, stood there. She was attractive, maybe late twenties, with bright red lipstick, wavy hair, and a curvy figure. Her batwing top strained against her ample breasts, and her black leggings hugged her full hips.
Cecilia Thorne was known for her bold personality and efficient work. Her husband, a procurement officer, traveled frequently. Cecilia, left alone, had moved into the single dormitory, finding it easier than cooking for herself.
"Cecilia? What's up?" Ethan asked, surprised.
"Just bored. Saw your light on, thought I'd say hi." She laughed, picking up his book. "Always with a book, Mr. Teacher. Not like my husband, all he cares about is drinking and poker." She fanned herself. "Wow, it's hot in here." She shrugged off her batwing top, revealing a tight white tank top that showcased her breasts and prominent nipples. She clearly wasn't wearing a bra.
Ethan, single and not yet thirty, often felt the pangs of loneliness. Cecilia's overt display sparked a flicker of desire, a physical reaction he quickly tried to suppress.
Cecilia's eyes flicked down to his groin. She sat on his bed, crossing her legs, her thighs shifting beneath the tight fabric, drawing his gaze.
The heat in the room seemed to intensify. Ethan took a long drink of water, but his thirst remained.
"Two months here, right? Hasn't your girlfriend come to visit?" Cecilia teased. "Watch out, she might be straying."
"I'm…single," Ethan mumbled, embarrassed.
"Really? Why not?" She sat up straighter, her breasts jiggling. "I could set you up. My niece just graduated, works at the post office. Twenty years old. Want to meet her?"
"No, thanks." Audrey's image flashed in his mind. He shook his head. His family had tried setting him up, but he always compared the women to Audrey. No one in Harmony County could compare. He'd given up on blind dates.
"Come on, just a meeting." Cecilia stretched, revealing a sliver of her midriff. Her breasts pushed forward even more. "What's your type? Pretty? Curvy? Like me?"
Ethan's eyes involuntarily went to her chest. Not as impressive as Audrey's, but…right there. He nodded dumbly.
"You like me?" Cecilia's eyes smoldered. She pulled him toward the bed, her body rubbing against his. "Do you want me?"
Ethan was stunned. He'd dismissed the rumors about rural women being loose as gossip. But here was Cecilia, practically throwing herself at him. He instinctively pushed her away, but his hand landed squarely on her breast. The soft flesh beneath his fingers sent a jolt through him. He couldn't bring himself to pull away.
Cecilia seized the moment, falling into his arms. Her hand went straight to his crotch, cupping his already hard penis. "Come on, Ethan. Make me feel good."
"Cecilia, this is wrong." His body tensed as her fingers stroked him. Desire warred with anxiety. She was married. This could ruin him.
"Who's going to know? I know everyone's secrets here, and nobody talks." She nibbled at his ear. She'd been attracted to Ethan since he arrived, a welcome change from the pot-bellied, crude men she was used to.
Ethan was burning with lust. When Cecilia pulled his erection free and began stroking it, his resistance crumbled. His mind went blank, his actions dictated by pure instinct.
"Fuck me," Cecilia gasped, pulling off her tank top. Her breasts swung free, nipples dark and hard. She quickly shed her leggings and panties, spreading her legs on the bed, her vulva exposed.
Driven by primal urges, Ethan fumbled onto her, his hands roaming over her smooth, ample flesh. He latched onto a nipple, sucking greedily, while his cock blindly searched for her entrance.
"Here, let me help." Cecilia guided him in, sighing with satisfaction.
Her vagina was tight and hot, gripping him. It was a sensation unlike anything he'd experienced before. He began thrusting, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
"Yes…deeper…harder," Cecilia moaned, her hips bucking against him, her wetness lubricating their coupling.
Ethan panted, sweat slicking his skin. Her vagina pulsed around him. He closed his eyes, imagining it was Audrey. He came quickly, crying out as he collapsed onto her breasts.
"Already?" Cecilia sounded slightly disappointed, then grinned. "A virgin? I'm a lucky girl."
Shame washed over Ethan. He rolled off her, his face burning. He'd lost his virginity to…this. What would Audrey think if she knew he'd slept with a married woman?
Cecilia mistook his silence for shyness. "Don't worry, honey. First time's always like that. My husband wasn't even this good. You'll get better. Come back anytime." She reached for his softening penis, stroking it playfully. She hadn't had nearly enough.
Ethan felt a wave of revulsion, but his body responded to her touch, hardening again.
"Damn, Ethan, you're a quick learner." She pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him, her hips grinding slowly as she impaled herself on his erection. Lost in the throes of lust once more.
Ethan stared up at her bouncing breasts, feeling the grip of her vagina, a humiliating sense of being used washing over him. His virginity was gone, just like that. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Desire took over, and he gripped her hips, thrusting mechanically, hating himself for his weakness.
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