CHAPTER NINE
Lindsey
“DO YOU WANT to tell me why you keep moving my shit around?” John asked as he walked out of the bathroom a few days later. “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you keep moving my hand soap to the right side of the counter and my toothbrush holder to the left side. It’s my fucking bathroom and you’re screwing up my rhythm.” “The rhythm of washing your hands?” I questioned. “Yes. I always pump with my left hand. Now I have to use my right. I keep pumping your fucking lotion into my hand. Stop moving my shit.” “Don’t you want to know why I moved it?” “To be a pain in the ass. There’s no other good reason.” “Do you know how far toilet water flies?” I asked. “What?” “If you don’t close the lid after you go to the bathroom, which you never do, toilet water can fly close to twenty feet. Do you really want your toothbrush that close to the toilet?” “You’re lying. There’s no way the water flies that far.” “Ever flush and feel tiny droplets of water?” He looked at me warily and then shook his head. “Are you some kind of germaphobe or something?” “Pretty much. When you work in hotel management and you learn about all the disgusting things that happen in a house, it makes you a little wary of pretty much everything.” “I keep my bathroom clean.” “You think you do, but when was the last time that you cleaned your shower curtain? Have you ever washed it?” “I just change it when it gets gross.” “Yeah, do you know how much mold is living on that? And when was the last time you changed your toothbrush?” He shrugged. “When the bristles start getting bad.” “Did you know that the average toothbrush contains more than ten million bacteria, including Staph and E. Coli? Every time you flush your toilet, tiny particles of fecal matter are flung within six feet. Where you store your toothbrush, you’re basically brushing your teeth with poop.” “That’s…” “And your washcloth. I’ve noticed you use that several times before washing it, same as your towel.” “Yeah, doesn’t everybody?” “It’s not just germs that live on your washcloth. Mold and yeast also grow on there. If you have scratches on your body, you’re basically putting bacteria into your cuts.” “You know, you really need to find a new hobby,” he said as he stormed out of the bathroom. I smirked at the fact that I was able to rile him up. He usually had the upper hand and I was the one left looking like an idiot.
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Maggie stopped by the next day while John was out. She was desperate to get away from Sebastian. I was just happy for the company. “So, how are you?” I asked her as we sat down with coffee. “Ugh, I’m fine. Seriously, I’m ready to get back to work, but Sebastian doesn’t want me doing too much too fast. He’s driving me nuts.” “I think it’s sweet.” “You wouldn’t if it was John treating you that way.” I snorted in derision. “Like John would ever even look at me the way Sebastian looks at you. The man hates me for some unknown reason.” “Why do you say that?” “He’s just so rude to me all the time. He acts like I barged into his life and forced him to give me a place to stay.” “Well, you could always move out.” “With what money?” “You could come stay with me. It would take some of the pressure off me with Sebastian.” “It’s a nice thought, but then who would be here to irritate John?” “Wait, I thought you didn’t like being here?” Maggie narrowed her eyes and I knew that I had fucked up. “You like him.” “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. You like him and you want to stay here with him because you’re hoping you can change his mind.” I threw my head back in laughter. “That’s hilarious. Really. I mean, he is gorgeous and I do like to look at his body, but no, I don’t think he would ever change his mind about me.” “There’s something…what’s really going on? You can tell me. I swear, I’m a vault.” “No, there’s not.” Maggie glared at me and held up her hand. “Do you see what I’m dealing with day in and day out? I need something in my life that gives me something to hold onto. Something to make me feel alive again. I need…gossip. I swear, it won’t go further than me.” I nibbled on my lip as I considered my options. I really did want to talk to someone about what was going on, but Maggie was friends with all these guys. How did I know that I could really trust her? “If I tell you, this goes no farther than here.” “Scouts honor.” “I really doubt you were ever a scout.” “I bought their cookies. I was an honorary scout.” “Fine. John and I…accidentally slept together.” “How do you ‘accidentally’ sleep with someone? Were you drunk?” “No. We were in bed and we found ourselves in a position where we were sleeping close to each other in such a way that his penis was lined up with my vagina. It slid in and…” “And what?” “Well, it kept sliding in. And out. And then back in.” “That doesn’t sound very accidental.” “Well, it started that way,” I said with a huff. “So? How was he?” I bit my lip as I remembered what he did to my body. “Damn, that good?” “Good would not describe it. He knew exactly where to touch me and how to push me over the edge. It was electric.” “And, was he, you know….proportional?” “Not at all,” I said with a smirk. She laughed, but I just shook my head. “I would say he was larger than the average bear.” She fanned herself as she brought her mug to her lips. “I miss that.” “You and Sebastian seem so good together. It can’t be stale between the two of you.” “It’s not. Well, it wasn’t, but ever since this,” she gestured to her hand. “He takes it really easy on me, not wanting to be rough. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me. You know what I really want?” “What?” “I want to be fucked hard from behind. I want him to bed me over the couch and take me hard and fast.” “Does he make it good for you?” Her shoulders slumped and she shook her head slightly. “It’s not that it’s not good. He’s very good. He knows what he’s doing and everything, but it’s too…sweet.” “And that’s a bad thing?” “It goes on forever. It’s like, every time we have sex, he treats it like it’s our last time. Sometimes, I’m thinking, can you just fuck me hard so I can go to sleep?” My mouth dropped open in surprise. I had no idea that women actually thought that way. Usually, they wanted the man to be more attentive. “Don’t get me wrong, there’s a time and a place for long, drawn out sex, but it doesn’t need to be every time we do it. The other night, it lasted for almost two hours.” “You’re kidding.” “No. After the first half hour, I had come three times and I was ready to go to sleep, but he wanted it to last and be ‘beautiful’. That’s his new thing lately. And I get that he thought he was going to lose me, but he lost something and I need him to find it before my vagina gets rubbed raw from his dick.” “Why didn’t you tell him that you were done?” “Have you ever told a man that you didn’t want to have sex? Sebastian thinks he’s some sex God that can make me come for hours. And sometimes he does, but we’ve been having so much sex that I just can’t take one more night of fucking. I was actually thinking of claiming I had a headache tonight just to get out of it.” “That sounds like a solid plan.” “Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but I mentioned on the way out the door that I had a slight headache and he told me maybe he should take me to the hospital to be checked out. Just to make sure I was okay. If I go home and tell him now that I have a headache, he’ll drive me to the emergency room.” “So, you need an excuse to not have sex tonight that won’t make him go crazy,” I said as I tried to think up an excuse. “Use your period.” “Can’t. I did that last week.” “A yeast infection?” “Hospital,” she said pointedly. “What about just being asleep before he comes to bed?” “I’ve tried that too. He likes to make a game about how he wakes me up.” “Ooh, I’ve got it! When he comes in the room, shove him down on the bed and tell him that tonight is all about him. That he’s been giving you so many orgasms that you just want to please him. Give him a blowjob and be done with it.” “I’m not sure that will deter Sebastian, but I’ll give it a try.” “Worst comes to worst, tell him that he’s breaking your vagina and you’ll seriously end up in the hospital if he doesn’t give you a break.” Maggie left a little while later, which gave me time to think about my predicament with John and how Sebastian couldn’t get enough of Maggie. If I wanted to drive John crazy, I needed to make him want me as much as he made me want him. Talking with Maggie earlier gave me an idea. A somewhat evil idea, but it would be good if I could pull it off. John had succeeded in making me feel like he always had the advantage over me, but I planned to make him squirm. When I heard his truck pull in that night, I went into the bedroom, leaving the door open and stripped naked. Slipping under the covers, I waited for the sound of his footsteps on the porch and then slid my hand down to my pussy and started playing with myself. I was moaning loudly when the door opened and I made sure to call out his name a few times, just to rile him up. It wasn’t long before I heard his boots pounding back out the door and his truck roaring out of the driveway. I smiled to myself and decided, what the hell, I was already wet. I finished myself off to images of John’s naked body and took a shower.