Chapter 5

The hot shower water cascaded over my body as I traced random shapes on the fogged-up glass of the stall. My mind was miles away, lost in memories of that kid’s smile from the room next door. Just thinking about it brought a grin to my lips. Over the last few days, I’d teased him in all sorts of ways — and, I gotta admit, I loved every second of it.

He was shy, the kind who looks away whenever eye contact lasts more than three seconds. It was almost cute… almost. To me, that shyness made everything way more thrilling. I got off on being the reason for his discomfort, pulling him out of his comfort zone. What I still didn’t know was whether it was the game itself that hooked me or him, with his sneaky glances and that awkward vibe that made me chuckle inside.

As the shampoo ran through my hair strands, I caught myself replaying the last time we’d hooked up. My hand slid over my soapy body, and I felt a slight ache between my legs. He’d left his mark — literally. Even though I was calling the shots, he was… how do I put it… pretty well-hung. The memory sent shivers through me, and it wasn’t from the hot water. It was because of him. “I can’t be dumb enough to fall for this kid!” I thought, wanting to wrap up the shower quick. The relaxing spray lost its chill the second the idea of actually liking him hit me.

From the half-open door came the sound of light knocks, followed by a hesitant voice.

“Can I come in with you?”

I sighed, my patience already wearing thin.

“I’m done, go ahead… And wash that cock right, for God’s sake.”

His silence was almost thick, like he was trying to read my tone but couldn’t, so he just didn’t reply. That only pissed me off more. I dried off roughly with the towel, scrubbing my skin so hard it turned red. It was like I wanted to scrub away whatever was bugging me. But it didn’t make sense. There wasn’t any real reason for the anger.

I lifted the toilet lid without a second thought and sat down to pee, totally ignoring him in the bathroom. When I looked up, I saw the shocked look on his face. He’d frozen, eyes locked on me like he was witnessing something impossible.

“What? Never seen anyone pissing before?” I snapped, no patience left. “And by the way, you hurt me. You know that?”

His eyes went wide, clearly confused. “Sorry? Where did I hurt you?”

“I’ll show you. You really wanna see?” The words were barely out of my mouth when an idea struck me like lightning. A devious plan formed in my head, and an evil smile crept across my face.

“Yeah, I do!” He said, even more confused but curious.

I stood up without drying off and flushed, my eyes locked on his, full of challenge. I knew I was wet — but not from arousal. I just lowered the lid and pointed at the toilet, giving my order.

“Sit here.”

He sat down like a good little lamb following my command. I gently brushed the hair off his forehead with a sweet smile. I took a small step forward, closing in, then grabbed him hard by the hair and rubbed his face against my pubic mound.

“You hurt me here!” I ground his face harder, like I wanted to shove his whole head inside my pussy.

“You’re all pissed on, girl!”

“Then dry it with your tongue. You a man or not?”

I arched forward more, giving him better access to my private parts, and felt his timid tongue tracing my wet skin. A heat shot up my spine, making my nipples harden and easing the anger I’d been feeling, replacing it with a nice, soothing comfort. He closed his eyes. I wanted him to look at me and see what he was doing, so I opened my hand and slapped his face with a sharp smack to wake him up.

“Open your eyes. I want you to eat me out, but looking at me!”

“Ow! Girl, that hurts!”

“You gonna cry, you little pussy?”

I didn’t give him time to fire back. I grabbed him by the ears, pulling him into position as I adjusted myself over him. Standing there, I pressed against his face while he stayed seated on the toilet, obedient. The wet sounds of what he was doing hit my ears as his tongue explored my skin, leaving a trail of hot spit that dripped slowly down my thighs. Sometimes his mouth tickled, and a quick knuckle rap brought him right back. I ground my hips, steering him to the spots I wanted, and laughed out loud when he made grossed-out faces hitting some leftover piss.

“This is way better than drying with paper!” I cackled, no shame in the situation. His face was red, a mix of discomfort and submission, but he didn’t dare pull away or complain. He knew losing the prize — me — wasn’t an option.

Little by little, the awkward kid started to surprise me. His hands slid under me, gripping my ass cheeks firmly and holding my body steady with confidence. The unexpected touch made me shiver; his grip showed a side I hadn’t seen yet. I noticed he was hard, but I still felt sore, a burning ache in my womb limiting some of the pleasure, though the thrill of teasing him made me want more than he could give.

I let my body give in, sliding down slowly until I felt his cockhead nudge at my pussy entrance. He slipped inside me almost magically, without me even using my hands. When I felt totally filled, the guy tensed up completely, going rigid like a statue. His wide eyes overflowed with panic as he stared at me.

I stayed still, knowing exactly what that meant — the damn curse had kicked in, and he already looked ready to blow. We both froze, him fighting his own body while I wondered which saint was the patron of premature guys.

“Easy, don’t move. Breathe… Here, take a tit to distract you,” I teased, trying to cut the tension with some sarcasm.

He buried his face between my breasts like he wanted to hide there and started kissing them. At first, I resisted letting him, since guys are usually crap at it and I didn’t want all my horniness going to waste. Like I figured, his mouth had a weak rhythm — not annoying, but not turning me on either. He seemed content to just stay put, safe, without risking it. Getting impatient, I twisted my torso to guide one of my nipples into his mouth.

His kisses on my nipples were tender and nice, but too soft. It was a relaxing pleasure, almost motherly, and that didn’t fit the moment. After all, I had about seven inches of hard meat buried inside me — and what I wanted was fire in the playground, not this calm.

“God, what a cute little baby. Look at him nursing!” I teased, letting out a laugh.

Nervous, he tried to smile, but it died the second I started moving. I rose and fell slowly, letting him almost slip all the way out before sliding back down. His mouth stopped sucking, lips parted, just like his eyes. His body shook, and suddenly his face changed, a mix of shock and sadness, like he knew disaster was coming — he came in this funny way.

Once again, I felt my insides get wet, but now it was from the weak spurt he let loose inside me. The hot liquid leaked out as I laughed, enjoying his desperate look.

“Already? What happened this time? God, that much horniness from my tits?” I teased, faking surprise.

“I dunno… it just felt too good,” he replied in a sad tone, pouting like a kid who’d let someone down.

“And now what about me? How you gonna make me cum?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I can eat you out… or just wait a bit…” he said, voice hesitant, almost apologetic.

“God, kid! A woman has to have a ton of patience with you!” I shot back, rolling my eyes, but with no real irritation.

I was having fun, savoring my own teasing. The whole scene sparked ideas I knew I’d put into play later. The poor kid had no clue what I was planning. He couldn’t even imagine the traumas I was about to etch into his brain — traumas he’d carry for the rest of his life.