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Lonely Together	By : ILikeCake Category: +S through Z > Silent Hill Views: 2130 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter: original secondary characters,SoloF, Oral, Adult+

Heather smiled to herself and enjoyed the feeling of warm morning sunlight hitting her face. She took a deep breath, and her nose was greeted with the smell of fresh honeysuckle blooming. She loved the springtime.
"You know, one of us should really get a dog," she said suddenly. Douglas, walking next to her let out the slightest laugh. "That way, we'll actually have something to walk."
"You could just put a leash on me if it made you feel better, kiddo. I'm sure nobody would stare." At that, she playfully punched him in the arm, still smiling.
Heather and Douglas had been coming to this track and walking together for the past few years, on mornings when weather and schedules would permit it. It was a semi bi-weekly ritual they agreed to in order to stay in touch after Heather moved into her own place. Even if he didn't have Heather's company to use as an excuse, Douglas still needed the exercise these days anyway.
A very well built young man jogged past them, and Douglas pretended not to notice Heather gazing at his physique. He pushed the inappropriate spurt of jealousy aside and interrupted whatever impure thoughts she might be having about the passing stranger. "I'm not supposed to say anything, but that hyper lady you work with is planning you a birthday party."
Heather rolled her eyes. "Karen? Sorry about that. I knew it was a bad idea to leave you on my speed dial. What did she say?"
"She wasn't much trouble. It's going to be Friday. I'm supposed to make sure you're over at six."
"Over? Where?"
"My place. Why?"
Heather relaxed. "I guess it's not going be that bad then. Office parties there are the worst! Everyone always drinks too much." They passed the parking lot, circling around for another lap. "Can Brenda make it?" She asked casually, hiding the jealousy in her voice.
"That's something I've been meaning to talk to you about..." Douglas started slowly. Heather suddenly felt a little sick. Damn it, Dougy. Please don't tell me you asked her to marry you. "A few days ago, Brenda and I decided to part ways."
Heather was genuinely surprised by the news. "Really? You seemed like such a good match for each other." You really did....
"We both just have different goals right now. My life is winding down, and she's getting so many new things started. It's for the best. We agreed to stay friends, but I don't think we're going to see each other much now."
"Your life isn't 'winding down.' You look good for your age, at least."
Douglas laughed at the sly attempt to cheer him up. The male jogger from earlier passed them again, and Heather couldn't stop herself from admiring the view. Douglas cleared his throat loudly. "Maybe I wouldn't feel so old if I were in as good of shape as that guy. Do you need me to hang back for a while so you can catch up and ask him out? I wouldn't want to cramp your style."
Heather hid a smile. Douglas's sense of humor never failed to amuse her. "Oh, Please. I'd take you over a guy like that any day!" She placed an arm around him and kissed his shoulder affectionately. I really would, old man.
After a few more laps, they decided to head home. Douglas always walked Heather to her car like a gentleman, and he was the only man she would let do so. He was the only person who actually made her feel safe just by being near. "I guess I'll see you Friday, kiddo. Make sure you act surprised."
Heather closed her door and rolled down the window. "I'll be sure to work on my surprised face in the mirror," she called after him, winking. Before she drove away, Douglas noticed Heather's gaze fall on the attractive jogger a last time.
Douglas got in his car and drove straight to a sporting goods store. He had a sudden and unshakeable desire to buy a weight bench...

Douglas couldn't help but notice how adorably fake Heather's reaction was. She spent most of the party chatting and laughing with Karen, and he questioned how much the two women really had in common. Heather had mentioned her in passing a few times, but tonight they seemed inseparable. He assumed that Heather kept her friend well grounded, and got Karen's constant excitement and energy in return. He socialized to a degree, but was mostly observing Heather's behavior in a group of people he'd never seen her around much. He told himself it was his rightful and fatherly curiosity, but he was really just discretely spying. He was almost the only person in the room who wasn't tipsy.
Towards the end of the evening, Heather finally broke away from her friend and left her to methodically make her way around to the rest of the guests. Heather and Douglas settled against an empty corner and admired Karen's handy work.
"That Karen is so...." Douglas couldn't find the right word.
"Energetic?" Heather offered. As if on cue, Karen burst into obnoxious laughter at a well timed joke.
Douglas nodded, amused. "Yeah. I suppose that's a nice way of putting it."
Heather giggled. "I don't have many female friends, and she's just so much fun. She worries about me all the time like you do."
Douglas lowered his voice in mock judgment. "Considering how much your friends can drink, maybe I should start worrying about you a tad more."
"It's a party!" She responded evenly. "I tried to warn you. Thanks for offering up your humble abode, by the way." Heather took several gulps from a plastic cup.
"Only the best for my girl."
Heather let a tiny laugh escape her lips. "I like that. Call me 'your girl' again. It was kinda hot."
"Ok, time to cut off the birthday girl. You've obviously had too much," Douglas joked, pretending to reach for Heather's drink.
She giggled again, louder. "I've had three drinks, Dougy!"
"I could've sworn it was more than that, you lush." He said with a fake dramatic flair.
Heather laughed, letting herself fall against the wall. "Besides, why does me finding you hot have to be blamed on alcohol? Maybe you're just hot." He laughed nervously, wishing the night he and Heather almost had sex hadn't surfaced in his mind. It had taken him long enough to forget about. She seemed slightly hurt by his lack of acknowledgement, but continued. "Hey, today I was wondering what you ever did with my old room." Heather tipped her cup, finishing it. "I haven't been in there in over a year."
Hearing this, Douglas seemed to tense up. Wasn't expected that.... "It's kind of a funny story, actually," he started, knowing it was pointless to lie now that she was curious about it. "I just had a bunch of old junk in there for a while, so I decided to finally start putting the space to good use."
An innocent curiosity lit up Heather's eyes. "Well then....what's your definition of 'good use'?"
Douglas quietly motioned for her to follow him. She made a quick detour to throw her cup away and met him at her old door, away from the crowd. He put his hand on the knob and paused, turning to her. "It's not really the best, but they work well enough for me." She scrunched her face in confusion. To respond, he opened the door and flipped the light switch, turning around to walk backward so he could judge her reaction. Heather walked in a few steps, then closed the door by leaning her back against it. It made the moment even more awkward having to remember the last time he'd seen her do that...
Heather only looked around for a moment before speaking. "You turned my room into a gym," she commented with a nod. At some point, Douglas had apparently bought a weight bench, a full set of weights, and an exercise bike.
"They were the cheapest the store had," Douglas explained, trying a little too hard to sound nonchalant. "I just wanted to have a little more strength and energy, you know? I'm not a young man anymore."
"Oh. Well, the equipment looks great." She confirmed, trying to lighten the mood. "It's just a little strange that you never mentioned it. How long have you had all this?"
"A few weeks," he lied. "I haven't gotten a chance to use anything much yet. I was too busy helping Mrs. Williams move. Then last week I was so busy with Brenda-"
"-Busy breaking up with her?" Heather interrupted, straddling the bench and sitting.
Douglas let his eyes fall toward the carpet. "I think it was more of her breaking up with me," he admitted flatly.
Heather simply shrugged, not wanting to further press a painful issue. "It's her loss. I know I'd give anything to have a man like you, Dougy."
Heather wanted to say more, but she stopped herself there. She knew Douglas would never succumb to any of her advances, so why did she keep occasionally tossing out off-color remarks? Am I really that much of a sadist?
A gentle knock at the door pierced the tension. Heather stood to answer the distraction and found Karen outside. She immediately seemed uneasy.
"Hi!" Karen greeted, noticeably uncomfortable. She then turned her focus to Douglas. "I hate to interrupt, but I need to know if I can use your phone? There's a few people out here who need cabs, and apparently everyone forgot their phones." She punctuated the sentence with a forced smile.
Heather had no idea why Karen was acting odd, but just assumed it had something do to with all the beer. Before Douglas had a chance to answer, Heather reached into her pocket to retrieve her cell phone. "Here, you can use mine." Karen still seemed unsatisfied. "Oh, I'm going to be out again soon. Dougy's just showing me what he did with my old room." Karen only smiled again and disappeared, closing the door behind her.
Douglas stretched and yawned. "What was that about?"
"I'm not really sure."

Everyone finally got home safely. There were the typical thanks and goodbyes, along with a few hugs and handshakes. Karen was the last to leave, insisting that she help clean up. She made plans with Heather for the following day, and waved enthusiastically on her way out.
Heather took out two bags of trash and leaned against Douglas's front door with a sigh. "That was fun, but I'm glad it's over with."
Douglas gulped down the last abandoned drink, and tossed the cup into his newly emptied trash can. "Good call, kiddo." The mess was officially clean.
They were going to be leaving soon. Heather reached for her jacket, then stopped as if thinking. "I hate to do this, but is it alright if I just crash on your couch? I don't think you're awake enough to get me back home."
Douglas nodded quietly and fetched her a pillow and a blanket from the hall closet. Realizing how exhausted he was, he mentally thanked Heather for the idea. The two of them sleeping under the same roof again somehow seemed like the perfect end to the night.
Douglas gave Heather a quick kiss on her forehead and slowly headed to bed. "Happy birthday, kiddo." he said without turning around.
An endeared smile crossed her face. "Good night, Dougy." The only response she got was the soft click of his door shutting.
A few hours later, Heather awoke from a good dream. It was a dream she had many times before, but it was particularly inconvenient tonight. She reached into her pants and immediately felt the wetness. Yes. It was a very good dream. She sat up quickly and scanned the dark apartment. Once she was sure the coast was clear, she laid back and ran her fingers up her folds until she found her clit. She rubbed slowly, visualizing Douglas's fingers against her flesh instead of her own. She licked her lips and tasted his mouth against hers. Heather leaned her head back and felt Douglas trailing kisses down it, brushing his rough stubble against her. Her nipples raised to rough peaks, and she imagined him bending his head down to suck on them, one at a time. She quickened the pace and arched her back.
Heather's mind wandered to the night she first confessed her feelings to Douglas. The way he lost control, only for a moment, somehow found it's way into her thoughts almost daily. She always told herself that fantasizing about him wasn't wrong; that she was only confusing gratitude for desire. She thought it was a phase that would soon pass. As the weeks and years went by, she realized that Douglas was a hard habit to break. There were times when she felt like she loved him, but she always managed to convince herself otherwise. Girls her age just didn't fall in love with men Douglas's age. Lately, she wasn't sure how she justified her feelings for him. She usually told herself that she was just latching on to him and using him as a place holder until a more suitable mate came along...but deep down, she knew it was something more than that.
Frustrated, Heather removed her hand from her nether region. This time, it just wasn't the same knowing that Douglas was a few rooms away.
She sat up and looked down the hallway, more able to make out shapes and corners now that her eyes were better adjusted to the low light. The idea slowly took hold, and she was walking down the hall before she could convince herself it wouldn't end well. She didn't have any patience or inhibitions tonight.
She gently pushed open Douglas's door and tip toed to his bed. She carefully climbed half way up his body, wondering how long she could do this before he woke up. She pulled down his loose pajama bottoms and pinned them in place with one hand. For some reason, she found it sexy that his pubic hair was as gray as the rest of his strands. I really am crazy, aren't I?
She glanced up at Douglas's peaceful face, almost hoping he'd really be awake. With her free hand, she lifted his limp cock into her mouth and began sucking. There was a part of her that didn't believe she was doing this. She worried that she would suddenly wake up and discover this was yet another dream. But his taste was too real this time. This is really happening.
It took quite a while for him to stiffen, but Heather assumed that was typical of an older man. She moved her no long needed hand along Douglas's body, sliding it beneath his shirt. His skin felt both rough and soft at the same time. The touch seemed to make him throb a little harder. She angled herself to allow for the additional mass without gagging, trying hard to keep her teeth back. Every now and then she would steal a glance up at his face, but he never stirred.
One side of Heather's neck starting hurting, and she straddled Douglas's left leg so she could keep her head at an angle that wouldn't exacerbate it.
The movement was too jarring. Douglas finally woke up.
At first, he thought he was dreaming. He thought it may have been a residual sensation from fucking some imaginary woman in his sleep. As the world came back into focus, he looked down and realized Heather was giving him a blow job. It felt wonderful.
His initial reaction was to push her away, but his body didn't want to receive the message. He put one hand on her on Hether's head, and placed the other hand on hers. The loving gesture made Heather moan, sending a vibration through him. It felt so good, he had to stop himself from thrusting up into her mouth. His breathing quickened slightly. Heather felt tiny waves of pleasure working their way through her sensitive spot, excited from being able to please a man she'd only ever made cum in her imagination.
Her hand slid out from under his and snaked back into her pants. The resulting moan sent anther set of vibrations into him that made him grit his teeth. The sight of such a vivacious and lustful woman stimulated herself as she sucked him off was absolutely unreal. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was still aware that it happened to be Heather who was in his bed right now, but he couldn't think about consequences right now. The only thing in the world right now was her, and the way she was making both of them feel.
After a while, she started curling her tongue around his head on the way up. It made his legs shake the tiniest bit. He moved his hand to the back of Heather's head and couldn't stop himself from thrusting slightly. "I'm close," was all he could manage to say.
Feeling how much Douglas was enjoying himself turned Heather on all the more, and she squirted into her fingers soon after she swallowed most of his warm bursts. It was done.
Popping her neck loudly, she cuddled up against him with a content sigh. She wanted to do that for years.
Neither of them spoke that night, or even had a doubtful thought. The only thing left to do was entwine into each other and let sleep take over.

Douglas awoke the next morning to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. He was in his shower and grabbing for the soap before he remembered what happened the previous night.
His day was already going to be so hectic. He wasn't looking forward to confronting her. Thankfully, Heather seemed happy to pretend like nothing happened. He reasoned that last night must have been her way of getting back at him for a few years ago; her own way of empowering herself sexually against him. After breakfast, he dropped her off for a shopping date with Karen she was late for. It was almost painful to see Heather's perfect frame walking away, to remember what it felt like against him..but he had too many things to get done today. He would have to figure out what was going on between them later. He drove off with a wave.
Heather straightened her hair in the reflection of the glass door and quickly stepped inside the store. She acknowledged the clerk with a polite nod and made her way through the isles, searching for Karen. She finally found her, all the way in the back. Heather crept up behind her quietly and grabbed her shoulders. "Boo!"
Karen turned around laughing. "You're late! You were supposed to meet me 20 minutes ago!" Her mood seemed to change after she looked Heather up and down quickly. She was almost.....angry.
Heather pretended not to notice. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night," she shrugged.
Karen smiled nervously and avoided eye contact. "It's ok." She pretended to look through a nearby rack.
Karen had never acted this way before. Heather had no idea what was going on, so she finally asked. "Is something on your mind? You've been acting a little weird since last night."
Karen looked at Heather with a defeated expression. "I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about, yes." She paused for a moment and returned her focus on the dresses in front of her. She only acted like this when matters were serious. Are you pregnant Karen, or what? "Can we talk about Douglas for a minute?"
Heather sighed with relief. "Of course! The way you were acting, I thought something was wrong."
"I'm worried that something is wrong." Heather cocked her head to the side in confusion and listened. "I know you and Douglas are close, and I know you've been through a lot together. But after seeing the way you two acted last night, I think I've finally figured out what's really been going on."
Here we go. Heather knew that her friend was only worried about her. As annoying and nosey as she was, the concern was appreciated. "And what, exactly, do you think has been going on?"
"Heather, he couldn't keep his eyes off you last night." She didn't seem willing to interrupt yet, so Karen continued. "The way you talk about him. Your body language around each other. The fact that you're wearing the same thing you wore yesterday....I'm not stupid, Heather. You never even told me that you used to live with him until a few months ago!"
"It wasn't like that." Heather explained calmly. "I just needed a place to stay after my father died."
Karen exhaled. "What about everything else? It's not my imagination. You know I wouldn't bring it up unless I was sure."
It was obvious that Karen wasn't going to drop this, so Heather gave her as much of an explanation as she felt comfortable with. "Things between Douglas and I are complicated--I'm not going to lie to you. In the past, we've done things that we shouldn't have." Karen's eyes softened in pain at the confirmation. She didn't want to be right, but she knew she was. "But it was always during times of weakness and confusion. We were there for each other, and things just happened." In her own mind, Heather wasn't even sure if she was completely lying. "It's nothing you have to worry about. I'll be fine."
"Don't get me wrong. Douglas actually seems like a great guy," Karen looked into Heather's eyes knowingly. "But I've seen sick old men chasing after girls before." She studied Heather's face for a moment, almost critiquing it. "You especially need to look out for that sort of thing. You've always looked so much younger than your age."
Heather laughed, and almost wished she could give an explanation for her appearance. As crazy as Karen was, not even she could believe that story. Heather was there, and she didn't believe it sometimes. "He's not like that, trust me. Our first time, I practically had to throw myself at him." That made them giggle quietly together, finally happy to see eye to eye. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you? It was a long time ago."
"Nobody would believe me! A guy like Douglas with a hot thing like you?" Karen looked around suddenly to make sure nobody heard her.
"He's not with me!" Heather whispered fiercely. "Weren't you listening!?"
Heather walked home an hour later with a bag in hand. Her mind couldn't help but wander as she strolled.
It was a strange feeling, knowing another person knew about her and Douglas. She felt a little guilty for fibbing through some of the details. In all fairness, Heather wasn't totally clear on the situation herself. It helped to get a version of the truth off of her chest, but it was also hampering-she knew Karen would keep asking about it if she had reason to suspect it continuing. She was gossipy that way, but also helpful.
Being confronted with an outside opinion of their relationship brought her pain; it only reinforced her fear that things would end badly. She had to preserve the friendship she had with Douglas at all costs. He meant everything to her.
The only responsible thing to do now was to keep pretending like she didn't love him.
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