She's Having My Baby - Part 2

Part 2
Chloe set her purse down on the counter of Jimmy’s apartment. Her keys jingled as they settled on the tiles, but that wasn’t the only sound in the room. She heard someone panting, and grunting slightly under the sound creaking bed springs. Chloe stiffened. There was no mistaking what was going on. She couldn’t believe Jimmy would bring a woman to his apartment at a time when he knew she’d be coming home. Perhaps he didn’t care enough about her to try and hide what he was doing.

Walking purposefully toward the bedroom, Chloe opened the door and felt a mixture of relief and confusion. Relief because Jimmy wasn’t having sex with another woman, confusion because he was jerking off with porn playing on the flatscreen that had been hung on the wall opposite the bed.

“Jimmy?”

Realizing she was there, Jimmy jumped and started to try and cover himself. Thinking better of it, he gripped his dick and began stroking again.

“I’m almost done,” he said in a thick, tight voice. The veins in his neck stood out as he strained to reach climax.

Chloe stood at the door feeling wrong footed, unsure what she should do. Walk away? Come in and offer to finish him? In the end she didn’t do anything but stand at the door, watching him reach a weak climax.

Jimmy threw himself back into the pillows, sighing in frustration, a pitiful amount of cum dribbling down the shaft of his cock and seeping between his legs.

Chloe came into the room and sat in the chair by the bedroom window where she liked to read the morning paper, or a book late at night. She regarded her fiancé, who stared at the ceiling, blinking so rarely, and breathing so shallowly that he almost looked dead. On the TV a bored-looking woman screamed just a little too loudly and too often for her performance to be believable. Chloe picked up the remote and turned it off.

“Jimmy…why are you masturbating to porn when you…well…when you have me?”

It took him a long time to respond. “I’ve got a problem.”

Chloe waited while outside the wind howled, making her feel chilled. “What problem?” she finally prompted, when he failed to elaborate.

“I can’t quit masturbating,” he finally said.

Chloe almost laughed, but she managed to bite down on it. Keeping a straight face, she asked, “Why?”

“I don’t know, okay?” He was frustrated and ashamed. That deflated the bubble of amusement trapped in her chest. “I’ve been looking at porn and jerking off every free minute I can get.”

“Is that why we hardly ever have sex?”

Zipping his jeans, Jimmy sat up and leaned his forearms on his legs. His shoulders were slumped in defeat.

“I’ve been through this before. Sex addiction, I mean.”

“Are you seeing someone else?”

She fully expected him to deny it, to reassure her that he was being faithful, but when the pause after her question drew out, getting longer and longer, she felt a knot tighten her stomach.

“Who is she?”

“Not one woman,” Jimmy replied, still not looking up at her. “There’s a brothel in Suicide Slums—”

“Oh, my God!” Chloe’s voice rose in anger. “You’ve been out fucking whores?”

“I don’t have sex with them! I let them jerk me, and blow me—”

Chloe held up her hands. “I don’t want to hear the details, goddamn it!”

“I knew you’d be angry.”

“No kidding!” Chloe shouted. “This is unbelievable, Jimmy!”

She raked her hands through her hair and began pacing. Chloe liked to pace when she was pissed, or mulling something over. Something important, like whether or not to dump the man she’d planned to marry.

“How long has this been going on?”

“A little over a month,” he said.

“The last time?”

“I fought it for almost two years last time.”

“When did you finally stop?”

“About a week before we met up on Dark Thursday.”

He was answering her questions quickly, and she believed he was being honest with her. She just couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Jimmy Olsen was a sex addict? She felt the urge to laugh again, but she was afraid she’d lose control and cackle like a madwoman.

“I’m staying at Lois’s tonight.”

“Chloe, wait.”

He stood before her, bare feet, bare chest, smelling lightly of sweat and semen, his eyes imploring her. “Don’t leave me.”

Most of the anger drained from Chloe, leaving her feeling heavy on her feet, as though the gravity of the entire planet had doubled. What kind of friend, what kind of lover, would she be if she abandoned Jimmy as soon as she found out he had a problem?

“I won’t leave you,” she whispered. He moved toward her, but she backed away.

“Take a shower, please. I’ll change the sheets. Tomorrow we clear out all the porn, you give me your credit cards and checks, and we make an appointment with a counselor. No more visits to brothels, no more masturbating to porn. And I’m not having sex with you. Those are the terms, Jimmy. Get help, because otherwise we're finished. We may be finished anyway.”

Jimmy looked stricken when he said, “Okay. Just don't leave me, Chloe. I love you. I have a problem.”

He seemed to be agreeing a little too quickly for Chloe's liking, like any addict who would say anything to keep from losing the ones they loved. She just wondered if Jimmy would be able to hold up his end of the bargain. What mattered more to him? His addiction, or his relationship with her?

On to Chapter 3