My fingers just hovered at the edge of her small opening, and it trembled slightly. Her legs clamped together, and a faint moan escaped her lips.
'Seriously? she's asleep and still moaning like this?' I thought.
Surprised, I carefully probed again.
Grace's moans grew louder and more urgent as her small opening secreted fluid, turning the clear bathwater milky white.
'What's going on? Is it the shower gel, or is it leftover semen?' I wondered.
With doubts in my mind, I went deeper, inserting two fingers and curving them to scoop out whatever was inside, hoping to see if I could extract anything.
After each scoop, I'd pull my hand out completely, then go back in and scoop again.
I repeated this process over a dozen times, each time bringing out a lot of milky white liquid.
It seemed like it was all my semen.
So, this wasn't taking advantage of Grace while she was asleep; I was just helping her clean up.
I kept scooping more than fifty times, and when I couldn't get any more semen out, I pulled my hand away and used the remaining shower gel to wash the rest of her body.
After that, I rinsed her off with the showerhead.
In no time, she was clean. I grabbed a clean towel from the shelf and placed it on the sink.
Then I bent over, lifted Grace out of the tub, placed her on the towel, wrapped her up, dried her off, and carried her to bed.
I laid her flat, helped her into some plain pajamas and shorts, then tucked her in.
Seeing her sleep soundly, I didn't disturb her. Instead, I went to her bathroom, stood under the showerhead, and took a shower.
After showering, I changed back into my clothes.
By the time I was done, it was past eleven, and my phone buzzed.
It was a message from Sophia.
Sophia: [David, where are you? I'll come pick you up, let's catch the affair together.]
I was startled. "She's looking for me? What about Emily? I can't let her know I reported to Sophia, right?"
I replied: [But I'm out now, and it's a bit far from home.]
Sophia: [No problem, I'll come pick you up, it'll be quick if we drive.]
I was speechless. I was trying to reject her, couldn't she see that?
It seemed I had to be clear, so I called her.
"It's not a good idea. What if Robert thinks I reported him? Will he fire me? And if we show up together in the middle of the night and he sees us, what should we do?"
After I finished, there was a brief silence on the phone.
Sophia was thinking, trying to come up with a better plan. "Okay, if he asks, I'll say we just happened to run into each other, and I got worried about getting caught, so I asked for your help. Sound good?"
Now it was my turn to think, and I realized it was actually a pretty good idea.
This way, I could avoid Emily suspecting me of reporting to Sophia, dodge direct contact with Robert, and not worry about him holding a grudge and firing me.
"Alright, I'm near FreshMart Emporium. Come pick me up."
"Why are you at the supermarket so late?"
"Never mind that, just come get me."
I hung up and ran towards FreshMart Emporium.
I didn't tell Sophia I was at Grace's place because I didn't want her to know about my relationship with Grace. Plus, FreshMart Emporium was close to both my company and Grace's place.
If Sophia saw me there, she wouldn't immediately suspect I had been at Grace's.
They say women can be possessive too, and I was worried Sophia would mind my relationship with Grace.
I had just arrived at FreshMart Emporium when a bright light flashed on the side of the road, gradually approaching and stopping by the curb.
It was Sophia, and I quickly ran to the car.
"Why are you running so fast? I can't run," Sophia said.
"I... I was afraid you'd wait too long." I was panting heavily from running, causing pauses in my speech.
At the same time, it also effectively covered up the fact that I had just run a long distance.
"Hurry up and get in the car. I just left home not long ago, and I'm afraid of missing the chance to catch him."
"Okay." I got in, fastened my seatbelt, and waited for Sophia to drive.
Sophia drove fast but steady. Just over twenty minutes later, we arrived at Emily's place.
Robert's car was parked outside, and the living room light was still on.
The yellow light cast shadows of Emily and Robert on the window.
From the window, it was clear that Robert wanted to hug and kiss Emily.
But Emily didn't want any intimate contact with him, let alone a kiss.
However, Emily was just a petite girl, about 5'3", very slender, and had no strength to resist a man like Robert, who was nearly 5'9".
Robert suddenly hugged Emily, trying to lean in for a kiss.
Sophia watched with anger, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, and she even took out her phone to record a video, capturing the scene of Robert cheating.
When Robert was about to kiss Emily, Sophia couldn't bear it anymore. She got out of the car and rushed into Emily's house, forgetting to even call me.
I didn't know whether to go or not.
Should I go? What if Robert saw me? Should I not go? But I promised Emily to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Just as I decided to get out of the car, Sophia came out with Emily, and Robert followed, heading towards his own car.
Sophia led Emily towards her car.
I quickly hid back in the car, waiting for them to arrive.
"Get in." Sophia opened the back door, gesturing for Emily to get in.
Then, Sophia opened the driver's door and got in.
"David, get some paper and a pen," Sophia said as she fastened her seatbelt.
I absentmindedly replied okay, then found Sophia's daughter's workbook and a black pen from the seat.