I, myself, am quiet as a mouse when I masturbate. Nobody had ever been even remotely interested in witnessing it and in fact, I mostly had to hide that I was doing it for Monique, so in that regard, I was like a ninja. With one hand I grabbed a piece of paper, with the other I did the obvious. Kate was stepping it up and that helped me a lot. I wouldn’t need much time to finish now. The thing is: she had to be aware I could hear her. She had been in the bedroom, awake, when I was in the bathroom. But she seemed to have forgotten, moaning fairly loudly now. I finally came, cleaned myself up and was in bed before her. My erection had disappeared like a banker in a courthouse. I could hear her wash her hands and then she stepped back into the room and slid next to me in bed. I had turned to my side, facing the wall nearest me. This was not a moment for eye contact.
“Can I turn off the light?” was all she asked.
“Yup.”
“Good night.”
“G’nite.”