Chapter 14
The bathroom looked like someone had actually done a real bukkake, white cum stuck to the cabinet, the floor, the sink, dripping slowly like it had a life of its own. The smell hit hard in the nose, mixed with sweat, sex, and the musty stench of the bathroom that stayed shut most of the year. Jana came out naked, wrapped a towel around her waist, and went to grab cleaning supplies from the kitchen, swaying her hips slow because every step made her wince.
When she left, I noticed the trickle of blood on the floor, bright red mixed with the thick white of my cum. My heart skipped a beat. I'd taken my friend's virginity. For real. It wasn't just teenage horniness; it was legit, I went all the way inside her and broke everything. I stared at the blood for a second, feeling a mix of smug pride and a quick stab of guilt that didn't last long.
She came back with a rag, disinfectant, and a bucket, still chuckling low despite the pain. We cleaned the bathroom together in this total teasing vibe, me wiping the floor on my knees and her bending over on purpose to show off her red ass from all the spanks I'd given her earlier. Every few minutes we'd poke each other, steal quick kisses with wet tongues, but nothing more. Then we hopped under the killer cold shower, icy water hitting our hot skin, our tits perked up like rocks, nipples hard and pointing at the ceiling.
I noticed she kept putting her hand between her legs, poking around down there and making a pained face, biting her lip.
"What is it, Jana? Does it hurt?"
"Damn, Rebeca, yeah, it does, a lot. You have no idea. Feels like it's cut or something, you know? Burns like hell when I walk, when I sit, when I take a deep breath. But it was so fucking good, you slut."
I didn't know. I should've known, but I didn't have a pussy like any other girl. My body didn't feel that ache after taking dick, just the thrill of pounding and cumming. I finished the shower quick, we rushed to throw on some old comfy clothes, short shorts and baggy tees, and headed to the kitchen to scrounge whatever was left in the fridge.
There was still something nagging at me. To not sound crazy, I told her I'd had a dream last night, and I spilled it all: the storm, the wrecked house, Lunna with smudged makeup and a lantern in hand, the chamomile tea, her words about power, about using my body as a weapon, about not hiding anymore. Jana listened, laughing, asking for details.
Her reaction just confirmed it: none of that had really happened, it was just a wild dream mixed with vodka and pent-up lust.
I tried making a move in the kitchen, kissing her while sliding my hand up her thigh slow, wanting so bad to keep going, to fuck her again, feel her tight around me. But she dodged, laughing and running from me through the living room.
"Chill out, it ain't happening, seriously, you wrecked me completely. We'll try tonight, I promise."
It made sense to take a break. I wanted so bad to cum like that again, feel my cock throbbing inside her, but I wanted even more to try from behind, shove it all in that tight little asshole that winked at me in the bathroom. So I played it cool, smiled all innocent and said,
"Let's take a walk around town and grab stuff for lunch?"
She was down right away, and we headed out to the street laughing loud, shoving each other, teasing about how we walked kinda crooked from the burning earlier. The town didn't seem to give a damn about us two, which was weird to me. No aggressive stares from the big city that make any girl walk looking at the ground in fear. Folks passed by, said good morning with that chipper early-riser voice, asked who we were, but all without malice, without judgment, like we were just two girls out strolling. An old man even stopped to say we reminded him of his granddaughters, grinned with missing teeth and kept pushing his beat-up bike.
I was walking next to Jana, holding her hand sometimes, but my real plan was to retrace the dream path to Lunna's house. I wanted to see if I could find the street, the cute little house, the lantern swinging in her hand. But the more I tried to picture it in my head, the more it slipped away, blurred, turned to smoke. It was like it came from another world, and that left me anxious, a lump in my throat I tried to swallow without letting on. Jana noticed right away, squeezed my hand tighter and asked soft,
"What's up, Rebeca? You look like you saw a ghost."
I covered quick, forced a crooked smile and shook my head.
"Nah, just thinking about how hungry I am. Let's find that little market quick."
We passed the small pharmacy on the square, old window with dusty meds and a faded swine flu poster. I froze at the door, suddenly remembering everything I still wanted to do with her. I stopped short, grabbed her arm.
"Jana, we need condoms and lube." I whispered, but made a huge fuss about it.
She stopped too, eyes wide, looking around like someone might overhear.
"Lube for what? You're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, right?"
"But we gotta have it" — I gestured with my hands showing the full size, spreading my arms like measuring a tree trunk. "It's big, you forgot?"
I had no clue if you needed lube for vaginal just 'cause it was big, but what I really wanted was to fuck her ass, and I knew I'd need a ton. And worse, there was something else I wanted to try too, a dirty curiosity that wouldn't leave my head since the sink fuck.
"Small town, Rebeca. Walking into the pharmacy for condoms and lube... you know everyone's gonna find out. The pharmacist'll tell half the town before lunch."
She laughed nervously, a short shaky laugh that died quick in the air, and we stood there in front of the pharmacy, frozen like the ground had glued our feet. Thinking what to do, I imagined: if we'd bought it in the big city, it'd be way easier, just go in, pay, leave and never go back to that specific spot. There people are used to young folks' hookups, nobody cares, nobody talks, nobody snitches to parents. Up here in the hills, if we're not careful, the lady behind the counter might recognize me — like, "hey, aren't you so-and-so's daughter with the house in the mountains?" — and call my parents before we even hit the door. Not that they'd freak out bad, my folks are chill about this stuff since I came out about everything, but it'd be fucking awkward explaining why two sixteen-year-old girls are buying a box of XXL condoms and a tube of lube.
In that back-and-forth, the courage wouldn't come, my heart pounded in my throat and I was already thinking of bailing and making up some excuse to head home. That's when a voice came from behind us, masculine but in a feminine tone, husky and drawn out like someone who's smoked since fifteen.
"Girls, need some help there?"
And when I turned, I froze.