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Butterfly Swarm

Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

wasn’t me who was looking, she told herself as she walked. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m innocent. I’m innocent. But what about The blowjob? The sex? The masturbation? Those glances towards the window? He must know. “Well – hello!” Tony’s brown face suddenly appeared in front of her, his trolley just missing Jenny’s. “Long time no see!” Jenny froze and blushed, ragingly. She couldn’t meet his eyes. Technically, I don’t think that’s true, she thought. But if Jenny had looked, she’d have seen that Tony’s expression remained blankly friendly. “How have you been? When’s the wedding?” “Oh, you know. Busy,” said Jenny, desperate to get away somehow. She stared into his trolley, packed with vegetables, fruit and pasta. “Day after tomorrow,” she finally said. Tony smiled, as he followed Jenny’s gaze. “Not my choice. I’m just buying essentials for my offspring.” “Oh. I didn’t know you lived with someone.” Tony laughed. “I don’t. It’s my daughter. I’m surprised you haven’t run into each other.” The colour drained from Jenny’s face as fast as it had arrived. Was it relief that he hadn’t been looking after all? “You don’t live there?” she asked, her eyes meeting his for the first time. Tony shook his head. “No, no. I live in Surrey. I just came up the other week to help with the move, and I popped back today to make sure she’s still alive. I’ll head back once I’ve helped her with this shopping.” A confused knot formed in Jenny’s tummy. After all, someone had been looking. “This is ... your first time back?” “It is,” Tony said. He glanced behind him and his eyebrows rose in recognition. He waved down the aisle. “Here’s my daughter now, I’m sure she’d like to meet you. She doesn’t really know anyone around here yet.” But Jenny was no longer there. Her trolley drifted, driverless, across the aisle. Within seconds she was outside in the hot sun, resting against the glass wall of the supermarket. She leaned over, hands on her knees, sweating. She didn't see Tony’s daughter. But she knew exactly who she was. * That night Liam and Jenny sat eating at their tiny kitchen table. It was late, but still unflinchingly hot. Jenny mentally added lack of air conditioning to her unwritten list of faults with the flat. If possible, it worsened her mood and she had been near-silent during the meal. ‘Are you ok?’ Liam asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Jenny lied. “It’s just so ... hot.” “See the new kettle I bought?” Bless Liam. Trying to brighten the mood. “It’s nice,” said Jenny. She knew her voice was flat. She couldn’t help it. It was white. It boiled water. What else could she say? The silence weighed on them. “Is it the wedding?’ he said finally. “No second thoughts?” “Of course not Liam,” Jenny said. Her hand moved to his to clutch it. “I’m just hot and tired and I’m just going to head to bed.” * Jenny, still in the same red summer dress she’d worn to the supermarket, sat on the edge of her bed then slumped backwards to stare at the ceiling. She felt dirty and sweaty, yet lacked ...