Chapter 4
The coffee cup was warm in her hands as she took it from Brock on Monday afternoon. It was a delicious cup of French vanilla tea, sweetened with honey and a dash of sugar. It comforted her in a strange way. The smell, the taste, the warmness. But most of all, the company of the man who made it.
Brock took a sip of his own tea, opting against brewing up a caffeinated pot of coffee and sat down across from her of his kitchen table. "So, what happened?" He asked, and he knew it was pretty serious and pretty personal for Misty to want to speak to him so urgently and she had preferred if Lucy wasn't present, so Brock had handed her his credit card and the keys to his Corvette and she was gone.
"It's kind of embarrassing…" Misty blushed and looked away, then down at her cup of tea and then finally back into his eyes.
He grinned at her, reassuringly. This might be hard for him to talk about with her, but he was going to help her through it. "Ah, c'mon. You've known me forever. You can tell me anything." On impulse, he reached out and grasped her hand with his and squeezed.
The gesture was somehow innocent, yet completely sexual in nature at the way his fingers rubbed the back of hand. Misty felt something jump inside her.
"Ash and I…didn't consummate our marriage. If you know what I mean." She told him and she half-expected him to laugh, but instead he just sat there. Completely shocked.
"What?" He furrowed his brow in confusion. "You mean you two didn't have…sex…on your honeymoon?"
She nodded, mutely. "I just don't know what I did wrong. I mean, the first night we came in and went straight to the bedroom. I was wearing that lingerie that Lucy gave me for my shower."
His jaw tightened. Ah, yes, he knew exactly what that looked like too and he found himself fantasizing about what it would have looked like on her and how much he wanted to be the one to take it off.
He blinked himself back into focus.
"He wasn't even excited and I had almost gotten completely naked." Her eyes were full of questions as she explained her story and he didn't know why that had to be the first sentence he focused back in on. Now, he was thinking about her underneath him, naked and sensual. Pure and innocent, about to be corrupted by him in the most intimate of ways.
Misty continued, oblivious to obvious look of lust in Brock's eyes. "Then, he just takes off into the bathroom and I'm sitting there thinking 'what the hell is going on', and then he comes out with his…you know…." She chuckled a bit from embarrassment and Brock couldn't help but grin. "So, he had went into the bathroom and got himself excited with porn magazines. Needless to say, I got upset and we didn't have sex."
After she finished her rant, Brock took a short sip of his tea. "Did you see these magazines?"
"No. I looked…I couldn't find them."
"Ah, well, that means one of two things. Either, he hid them really, really well in that hotel bathroom or he fantasized about something in his head." Brock was being truthful and he hated to see the look that came into her eyes.
"Another woman?" Panic filled Misty's voice and he hesitated before answering.
"Quite possibly."
"Have you ever done it, Brock?" She looked up at him, the question was full of a serious curiosity. "Have you ever fantasized about another woman while you were with Lucy?"
Brock put down his coffee cup and swallowed. What a question for her, of all people, to ask so unexpectedly. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head and made a thoughtful noise from the back of his throat.
"I think every man does it at some point. But, not to that extreme. I mean…I've never ran into the bathroom and aroused myself over another woman just so I could make love to my wife, but…there have been times I've thought about an actress or a model…or something…" Nervously, he finished off his tea and put the empty cup back down. Not on the coaster.
"Oh." She replied simply and he wondered what her reaction would be if he told her she was the star of every X-rated fantasy he had ever had since he met her. "Maybe I'm just not desirable enough. I mean, I feel like I'm not sexy at all after these past couple of days."
On a dime, Brock's mood changed from horny lecher to sympathetic. No woman should ever feel that way, especially Misty. "Hey, hey, don't feel that way. You're…beautiful." He almost whispered the last word and she smiled.
"Thank you, Brock. But sometimes being beautiful isn't enough. Maybe sometimes being me isn't enough." She stood up from the table and Brock did the same. He pulled her into his arms and closed her eyes, took in the scent of her hair and never wanted to let go.
"Hey, you're more than enough for him." His voice sounded deep and sensual and it made her quiver with a strange delight. Just being in his embrace, having her hug him like this was strangely exciting to her. "Don't you ever feel like you're not beautiful or…sexy. Do you hear me?" He pulled back from her and she nodded.
Brock then leaned against the island in the kitchen. "So then what happened last night?"
"Well," She began, sitting back down at the kitchen table in his former chair. "we went to dinner at this little diner and he made a big deal out of the waiter being gay. It was totally embarrassing and we kind of got into another little fight, but then by the time we came back to the room, I had forgiven him and wanted to just spend the last night there making love to him and…he got really angry with me."
"How angry?"
"He screamed at me. Told me we had the rest of our lives to have sex and that it wasn't that important to him…or something along those lines." Misty knew she was blushing and her story seemed to be completely alien to Brock.
"Wow." He exclaimed, almost in disbelief. "Well, I maybe can understand the gay waiter thing, considering all that's happened with his parents, but he shouldn't have taken it out on you. And I just don't see how he can be in bed with you and not want--" He stopped, fearing he had already said too much.
"Want what?" Misty pressed on.
"Not want to…you know. I mean…you're his wife. I just…don't understand it. If any woman was in bed with me I'd want to…uh…before I was married. That's all." Brock finished his sentence quickly and then changed the subject. "Hey, listen, everything will be alright. And you know that I'm always here for you. Lucy is too if you ever want to talk to another female about it. I'm a guy, so, I'm probably not too good of a source of advice."
Smiling, she nodded. "Thanks, Brock." She stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. He stiffened and a shock of lust rocketed through him, settling right into his loins.
"No problem." He managed.
"I better get back home. I've got to get dinner started before Ash gets home from his workout at the gym." She smiled and grabbed her purse and they exchanged a wave as she walked out of his front door.
What he wouldn't give to see her walk through that same door, everyday. Perhaps with a few of his kids along with her. Yes, that was another fantasy of his, but one that was virtually impossible. Who was he kidding, anyway? She was obviously head over heels in love with Ash Ketchum.
It was Tuesday afternoon when Brock's phone rang out from the living room. He picked it up, expecting it to be a call from work. He was planning to be called in at anytime, but instead there was a hesitant 'hello' from Ash.
"Hey…Ash." Brock said slowly, stuffing one hand into his pocket. Lucy was watching her soap operas, lazily eating rice cakes and diet coke. "What's up, man?"
"Eh, not much. Do you think we could hang out tonight?" He asked, nervously. "I kind of need some advice."
Advice about Misty, he presumed. "Uh, sure. I was planning on heading to the gym tonight for a workout around seven. How about we go there?" Brock asked, checking the time. It was three o'clock.
There was a pause at the other end of the phone and finally, Ash replied, unsurely. "Sure. The gym sounds great. How's about a little friendly competition around the track while we're at it?"
"You're on!" Brock agreed, arrogantly knowing he could beat Ash in any race. "I'm going to get started on an early dinner then. I'll meet you there at seven."
"K, thanks." Ash's voice sounded cheery. "Bye, Brocko."
"Bye." Then he hung up and Lucy looked back at him, just as her program went to commercial.
"Oh, Brock, I was hoping you were going to spend time with me tonight." Lucy batted her eyelashes at him and rested her chin on the back of the couch as she watched him make his way into the kitchen. "I was hoping we could make love again. In the shower. That was incredible!"
Grinning, he looked back at her. "I won't be gone long. I promise, baby." He walked towards her and kissed her briefly. "What do you want for dinner?"
Laughing, she smiled up at him and winked. "You."
The gym was surprisingly not as full as Brock thought it would be. Both him and Ash were regular members, but rarely did they ever go together. Once inside, they headed for the weight room.
Ash felt uneasy as soon as he stepped inside. The smell of sweat was obvious and several machines were already occupied by other men. Women were in there as well, but mostly opted for a run on a treadmill.
Brock picked up a pair of one hundred pounds weights and Ash did the same, but not with as much ease. He tried not to let it show.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Brock asked, sitting down on a bench. Ash followed and struggled to bring the weight up.
Hesitating, Ash sighed and let one of the weights fall to the padded floor. "It's about Misty."
His heart thumped in his chest. Of course it was going to be about Misty. He imagined she was still pretty angry with Ash for the honeymoon from hell and he probably needed advice on what to say to her.
"Well, it's not about Misty, particularly." He then said, with a shrug. "It's just about women in general. How do you satisfy a woman…sexually."
Laughing, Brock shook his head and Ash's face faltered.
"You really don't have any clue, do you?"
Shaking his head, Ash replied, embarrassed.
"Well, there's really no right or wrong way to do it." He said, standing up. "I've been with tons of women and every woman likes something different. You have to find out what Misty likes and what she doesn't like. It takes practice."
"And I have absolutely none." Ash replied standing up, but stopped when Brock pulled his shirt over his head. He stood before him in a white tank top that stood out against his naturally dark skin. Ash swallowed hard.
"Is that why you two didn't have sex on your honeymoon?" Brock asked with a grin.
Blinking, Ash shook his head and caught the tale end of Brock's question. He hated the places his mind was going right now. "Yea…yea. That's it."
"Did you seriously run off into the bathroom and…" He stopped and looked around. This really wasn't the thing he wanted to talk about to another man in front of a room full of men. "you know….while you were with Misty?"
He still didn't understand that part of it. Misty was the type of woman a man fantasized about. Perfect body. Pretty face. Gorgeous hair. She was not the type of woman that would ever fail to turn a man on, at least, in his opinion she wasn't.
And considering Ash was her newlywed husband, he assumed he felt the same way about her.
Finally, Ash admitted. "I know it was wrong. I shouldn't have done and I feel bad. I need to make it up to her tonight. That's why I wanted to come and talk to you." He looked at him in the tank top again and thought that his plan kind of backfired.
"She's pretty angry at you, man." He said, walking away from the weight area and over to the machines. "I think it made her feel pretty bad." The anger towards Ash for making Misty feel that way was still there, but now that he knew of Ash's anxiety's towards having sex, it was subsided just a little.
"Well, it'll get better." He promised his younger friend and then sat down at a weight machine. Ash felt his lips, they were suddenly dry and he found himself shaking, not being able to look away from Brock. When the hell did he get a body like that?
He was lean, not an ounce of fat on him. His arms were toned and muscular, but not overly done. He could see the outline of abs from underneath the cotton of his tank top and it took everything in him to look away.
Then, jealousy consumed him.
Brock was a better looking man than he ever was, or ever would be and it just wasn't fair. Then again, he was the one who married Misty and Brock didn't, so there must have been something attractive about him.
However, Brock got all the ladies back in high school and still got them even after he was married and clearly off the market.
Even now, the women at the treadmills were staring at him.
Ash decided to ignore his jealousy and he settled into a weight machine beside Brock and hated how he had to take a few hundred pounds off just so he could lift it up once.
An hour later, Ash complained of muscle cramps so they stopped and headed to the locker room. It was this part of the gym visiting that he hated most. Tons of men, a lot of them attractive and very well in shape were lined against the lockers.
Some even had the nerve to get completely naked and Ash found himself tuning out Brock as he spoke and just staring. Staring at Brock, staring at the other men. Then, Brock pulled off his tank top and threw it in his gym bag.
Ash's breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew wide.
"I better change. Lucy always complains to me if I smell bad after I come home." He laughed a little and slipped on a clean shirt over his sculpted torso. Ash clenched his fists and tried so hard to keep from reaching out and touching him. Feeling the hard, toned muscles and the smooth, hair-roughened flesh.
"Yea." He said, forcing a slight smile. "I…better get home to Misty…"
"Alright. I'll see you around then." He waved at him and Ash immediately dashed out of the locker room. He had disappeared so quickly, that Brock didn't even see him in the gym's corridors.
Once out to his car, Ash quickly dove in and gripped his hands on his steering wheel. He needed to get home fast, he needed to get home and make love to Misty now, even if he had to beg. There was nothing that he needed more right now than to feel a woman's touch.
It was nine-thirty by the time Ash had arrived home. Misty had ordered in a pizza and ate alone while watching primetime television. She supposed this is how it would be on most nights. Dinner alone in front of the television.
She wasn't sure why he had been so eager to join Brock at the gym, since normally he declined any voluntary physical exercise or exertion, but it was a pretty safe bet he had went to talk about what had happened on their honeymoon and to obtain some advice from Brock.
When he walked through the door, he didn't say a word instead, he plopped down on the couch, wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
Misty was still angry and hurt by what had happened, but she decided to let it go. After all, she knew going into this that Ash lacked any confidence whatsoever and she had to accept him for who he was.
She smiled and turned to him, pressing her lips against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. With great effort he lifted her up in his arms and grinned at her, faking his confidence.
His legs wobbled as he carried her up the stairs and his jealousy returned when he thought of how easily Brock could have done this. When he told Ash to carry her up the stairs to their bedroom, he didn't realize just how out of shape Ash was. Misty didn't weigh much, but she felt like a ton of bricks in his arms.
His muscles ached by the time he reached the bedroom and he dropped her onto the bed. Misty smiled and watched him as he crawled across the bed towards her. This was how it was supposed to be. The man being the predator. The man being the one who was doing the chasing, the begging, the pleading.
"You want it tonight, baby?" Ash kicked off his shoes and hovered above her.
Nodding, Misty closed her eyes as he began to kiss her neck again. It felt nice, it even made her shiver, but she still failed to feel the eroticism behind it. The sexual meaning to it all and she found it strange that she had felt it yesterday when she hugged Brock. Or when he touched her hand.
Ash moaned out and he pressed himself against her leg. He was aroused, but he wasn't quite looking at her. His eyes were shut and he bit his bottom lip as he rubbed himself a few times against her.
Slowly, Misty moved out from underneath him. "Why can't you look at me?"
Rubbing his hand on his crotch, Ash was surprised of how turned on he was thinking about just what he was thinking about. "Misty, I was. I mean, I was thinking about you…naked."
Scoffing, Misty stood up and crossed the room. "No you weren't! You wouldn't need to close your eyes and think about me naked if I'm right in front of you! You're such a jerk!" Then, she slammed the bathroom door and he heard the shower running.
Sighing, Ash sat on the edge of the bed and rested his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. He had hurt her feelings again and for his own selfish reasons. But he couldn't help it, when he was with a woman his mind kept drifting. Drifting to places it shouldn't go and yet there it was.
The water of the shower made the rhythmic sound against the tub and he thought twice about joining her. Something was the matter with him. He just wasn't aroused by her. He never really was. Even when they would mess around, he never found himself wanting it, despite what Brock had told him.
All the stories and things that he had heard from Brock just weren't true for him.
He decided to turn in early and pretend to be asleep before Misty got out of the shower.
She leaned against the cold tiles of the shower wall and sobbed. Misty hated this feeling. It had happened again. He was closing his eyes fantasizing about another woman and not even acknowledging that she had feelings. No, that wasn't important to him!
Then again, could she be overreacting? After all, Brock said he had done it a few times, but not to that extent. Was it natural? Was it even normal for a man to do that? And even if Ash did get aroused like that, did she really want her first time making love to be like that? Did she really want a man who wasn't attracted to her to take the one thing she could never get back?
No, she didn't want that. She wanted to made love to like she was the only woman in the world. To have a strong, confident man make her feel loved, wanted, and at ease.
Misty was fed up with this. She was fed up with Ash and all his games. Tomorrow, when he headed off to work, she would do a little snooping into his personal belongings. Yes, she knew it was wrong. After all, she had personal stuff hidden away where even she could find it anymore, but she wanted to find out what or who Ash was fantasizing about.
It was probably some nameless model in a magazine, but she wanted to see what they had that she didn't! Her anger overrode her moral value right now.
When she came out of the bathroom, Ash lay sleeping in bed. It only worsened her fury. How could he sleep when she was feeling like this? It wasn't fair that he was the wrong one and she was the one who's feelings were hurt. He always made her feel like he was the victim; as if she had done something wrong.
Misty climbed into bed and he failed to make a noise or stir from his sleep. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to drift and she was surprised to find herself thinking about Brock just before she fell asleep.
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