"Ava, I need to go." Said Henry in distress.
Showing her concerns, Ava stands up and ask: -
"Is everything okay?"
"Yes, I think is fine."
Henry feeling worry, nervousness and unease about the news walks away from Ava.
The night especially for Henry stretches on endlessly, heavy and quiet. The room is dark as usual yet sleep refuses to come. The sound of clock ticking getting louder and the distance between tick getting wider, each minute feeling longer than the last.
Every sound in his room becomes noticeable-the hum of electricity, a distant car passing, the bark of the dog at the street, the soft rustle of sheet as the body turns again and again.
Contemplating the situation, his mind feels tired yet restless, caught between exhaustion and worriedness. Feeling helpless he couldn't do anything other than hope that she's not pregnant. As the first hint of dawn begins pale the darkness, sleep begins to take over slowly.
As he wakes feeling a mix of disorientation and sluggishness, he saw the world outside his window was bright yet he neither could embrace its beauty nor enjoy his weekend. Checking his phone, he realizes its already noon has got several missed calls from Bailey.
He calls Bailey back: -
"hello, I will come short after."
"My family won't be home for a day, so I thought we could test here."
"I will pick up the testing tit from drug store and come right away." Says Henry and hangs up.
Henry shifting from foot to foot, glancing nervously over his shoulder, biting his lips and taking shallow breath, hesitantly knocks the door. Every second stretches, heavy with un uncertainty as he waits for Bailey to open- hopeful, anxious and unsure of what the result will be.
As she saw Henry standing on the door step through their front camera, she opens up the door and leads him to her room.
"HI, let's go to my room."
The room is quiet, lit softly by the sunlight through partially drawn curtains. They sit together on the edge of the bed holding a testing tit. There's a mix a of tension and anticipation in the air, as Bailey heads into her bath room.
[gurgling of toilet]
Finger crossed, anxious eye and tense face, he waits impatiently for Bailey to come out from the toilet. Holding the test, she walks out from the bathroom, staring at the result.
Although her pregnancy was unplanned, Henry leans slightly toward her offering support. Neither speaks much; the only sound is soft breath. Upon seeing the negative result, their first response was a sigh of relief followed by laughing in nervousness and awkward silence between them.
Avoiding harsh word, Henry cautiously speaks up breaking the silence. His voice is soft, hesitant but serious signaling the gravity of the conversation.
"I've been thinking about us a lot lately."
Bailey, with her eyes widen, voice trembling, taking a deep breath asked: -
"What d….do you mean."
"We spend months without meeting, barely talks or chat and we are attending different colleges. I don't think things will work out between us anymore."
"so… that's it?"
Her expression shifts-shock first, then hurt. She says quietly, her voice trembling despite her effort to stay calm.
There's long silence. He nods slowly, regret lingering across his face. Nothing more needs to be said. The room feels still, filled with unspoken memories and emotion. She looks down, blinking back with tears, then lets out a shaky breath and whispered: -
"I wish you'd told me sooner."
"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you like this." He says softly, his voice full of guilt. She neither respond nor pull away when he gently offers tissue or rest his hand near her.
He speaks carefully, choosing each word. "you didn't do anything wrong, you really didn't. This… this is on me." His eyes sparkling with guilt as he watches her struggle to breathe evenly.
The room is heavy with everything left unsaid. Neither of them has moved away when she lets out a shaky sob, and for brief moment he wraps his arm around her, not to undo the breakup but to soften the fall.
He brushes her tears almost without thinking, his touch gentle and instinctive. They're standing too close, aware of each other's breathing, the warmth is still there even after the end of their relationship.
She looks up at him, teary eyes, fragile voice and she whispers "I don't want this to be the last thing I feel." He doesn't answer right away, torn between the breakup and the familiar feeling.
Their foreheads touch, a quiet pause filled with longing, sadness and desire tangled together. When they finally kiss, it isn't rushed or playful. It's slow and emotional- it's more of goodbye than the promise.
They were lost in their passionate kiss when he instinctively slips his hand in her pants. He slides in his index finger in her pussy and gently plays with it until it slowly starts to dilate while she fingers lightly threading into his hair.
A jacket slips from his shoulder, landing softly on the floor. Buttons are undone one by one, not rushed, each small movement carrying emotion. The room feels warmer as layers fall away, not just the clothing but the feeling as well.
They smile briefly at the closeness, forehead touching, breaths uneven as they lie on the bed. spreading her legs, he then rubbed his dick on her pussy and start stroking. Second stroke, he went in a little deep. Then a little deeper, every stroke filled with their desire and emotion.
With each stroke, "Ahh…. just like that," her moan is consistent but passionate "I can't get enough of you...ahhh"
As his cum built up, he moved toward her head and puts his dick her mouth. He starts "ah.. god I'm Cumming," as she thrust his dick deep in her throat and swallow his full load.
As they lie each other on the bed, the breath is shallow, feel mix emotion-satisfaction and awkwardness. Lying for brief movement, still exhausted but regretful, "We shouldn't have done that." Says Henry and walks out on Bailey without even glancing back one.