Chapter 73
One thing nobody can call me is chicken, 'cause I ain't scared. His story was kinda sad, but mine blew it out of the water. My parents fucked with my head so bad I even gave up on therapy, knew there was no fixing it. And here I am, alive and kicking, a miracle raised on the back of a slipper.
I shoved him out of the room, slammed the door in his face, yanked off the towel and stood naked in that dream room, all mine. I cranked the AC to max, and I already decided it wasn't turning off till I left, and I hopped into the bathroom. Before stepping in, I yelled to make sure:
"I'm gonna take a bath, only call me if you're dying or the pizza shows up!"
No answer. But I knew from the light under the door he was still there.
I had about forty minutes and I was gonna make the most of every second. The bathroom was gorgeous, brand new, white marble with gold accents, fancy but not over the top. Lights everywhere, and you could dim 'em to just a few spots, real mood lighting. Since there was nobody to share with, I decided: tonight it's a date with myself — time to rub one out.
That shit was heaven, the warm water running over my body and me there, sunk in up to my neck, staring at the ceiling. I wondered what regular folks do in a tub like this. Some read, some sip wine, some post pics with foam up to their chin. I should've grabbed some wine — bet their cellar's stocked to the gills — but I was too lazy and I don't even drink.
After a few minutes just sitting there, I started getting bored. Still water, head spinning, body craving something. Then my hand started sliding down on its own, feeling my hot skin in that water. I ran my palm between my legs, feeling my pussy begging for my touch, hot, slippery in the water. The tips of my fingers found the spot, and just touching it sent that shiver, two fingers circling my clit was enough to blow a fuse and make my eyes roll back.
I closed my eyes and thought of Mariana, the way she ate me out, her tongue circling slow, her hot breath hitting my skin. My body reacted the same, legs spreading without thinking. I started touching myself harder, the sound of the water splashing along, heart pounding.
Felt good, but it wasn't clicking.
I slid my finger, pressed, stopped, dipped the tips into her entrance, teasing myself. Felt the pulse throbbing underneath, the heat building. I propped my heel on the edge of the tub to open up more, let my chest out of the water, nipples hard from the cool air. I ran my other hand over them, squeezing lightly, moaning soft.
It was starting to feel good, but still no spark...
The memory of her had me buzzing. That damn smile, the tease in her eyes, the calm of someone who knows exactly how to take me apart. I tried copying her rhythm, breathing loose, slower than I usually go. Even then, it felt like there was a block, like a stuck door.
"I'm gonna leave here feeling light," I promised myself. I closed my eyes and switched channels in my head. Instead of her, I pulled up the memory of the Bus Guy day, the mess in the laundry room, the machine noise, that good scare of being seen and not. Danger always lights me up. Felt my body respond, like someone flipped a hidden switch.
I shifted to my side in the tub, hugged one leg, hunted for a spot that's all mine. Touched like I know the way home in the dark. The shock of the cool water on my chest made me laugh to myself. "Focus," I whispered. I let the rest of the world fade out and fine-tuned the pressure, the rhythm, the beats between sighs. The room vanished. Just the water sounds and my head spinning movies nobody needs to know about.
The memory of her kept me lit. I saw her mouth, the wet shine, the naughty look staring at me while she licked. Tried copying the rhythm with my fingers, but nothing kicked in. Maybe it was the water. Maybe it was the unresolved bullshit with people.
I needed to cum in this tub no matter what. Decided to change the reel. Pulled up the Bus Guy day, the wildness in the home laundry room. I fucked him, then Pedro, even got eaten out by Mariana with my pussy all sore and red. All in one day. In the laundry, me perched on the machine, spread and surrendered, and him licking me slow.
I clamped my legs under the water and turned a bit to the side. Squeezed my thighs, rubbing them together, while one hand found a steady spot. With the other I pinched my tit. The water's churn made the nipple go cold and hot in seconds. I slid two fingers inside and felt my texture. My whole body hummed and I went limp.
Now we're getting somewhere...
I closed my eyes and squeezed rhythmically inside my pussy, right at the base of my clit, remembering him. The way his cock slid in so good, filling me up, driving me crazy. I remember the air from his mouth hitting my neck and the moan bubbled up, my body twitched and that was it...
"What the fuck, is this pussy broken?" I said, slapping the water and soaking the whole bathroom.
I grabbed my phone, opened the period tracker app just to confirm what I was thinking and yeah, I was about to hit PMS, and during that time I dry up like the Sahara.
"Joy of the poor never lasts," I sat there slumped, pulled the plug on the tub and listened to the water drain away, laughing at nothing, totally deflated.
But then, the devil poked me, I remembered the kid at the door. Me in the towel and him staring... a light shiver hit my neck, felt my tits getting chilly begging for a squeeze, looked at my legs that closed on their own... it was my body egging on the bad idea.
"Come on, chill Jully, last time you played exhibitionist it turned into a total shitshow..."
But then I started imagining dirty stuff, what it'd be like to mess around with that kid who was probably a virgin? I could do whatever nasty things I wanted, torment him, carve my name in his story forever.
"Tormenting him would be fun... imagine me sucking the boy off and him desperate?"
That made me laugh and at the same time my body gave more signals. My clit throbbed softly, begging for attention, and I felt that wetness coming back slow. The tub water was draining, leaving my skin goosebumped from the cool bathroom air hitting my tits now out of the warm water, nipples hard as rocks. I leaned against the edge, spread my legs a bit, feeling the lukewarm water still lapping my thighs as it emptied, that gurgling noise filling the bathroom.
My hand slid down on its own, over my wet belly, reaching my pussy that was already swollen and wanting. Touched lightly at first, just the tip of my middle finger circling the clit, feeling it pulse against the pressure, and a soft moan escaped, echoing off the cold tiles. "Fuck, Jully, you really going there?", I thought, but the horniness had taken over, body betraying my brain like always.
I got comfy, propped one leg on the tub edge, opening wider, the water now at my ass level, cool and trickling slow. Slid two fingers in, feeling the soft hot texture, that delicious friction making me grind without meaning to, hips lifting a bit to meet my hand.
The scent of the bath salts mixed with my own smell rose up, damp and naughty, and I picked up the pace, picturing the kid watching me do this, eyes wide, hard-on bulging in his pants not knowing what to do. I saw him in my head, me telling him to kneel, sucking him slow just to see the desperation, his moans fueling my fire.
My chest heaved fast, breathing heavy, and I pinched my nipple with the other hand, squeezing hard, feeling the little sting mix with the pleasure, my whole body tensing up slow. Fingers went deeper, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars, the wet sloshing of water and my pussy mixing, and I felt the orgasm building, hot and fierce, abs clenching, legs shaking, almost there, almost exploding in one of those squirts that leaves me laughing in shock...
Suddenly, a yell from outside and hard knocks on the bedroom door:
"Hey, the pizza's here! Want me to bring it or you coming to get it?"
My body froze in shock, the pleasure drained away with the rest of the water leaving just frustration burning. I stood up, wanting to cry!
"That little shit's gonna pay!"