Chapter 2
At the end of the day, I was sprawled out on my couch at home, TV on, snack in hand, and a light cramp humming in the background — a classic combo from my cycle. I was soaking up the rare moment of peace, chewing away calmly, until I got interrupted.
“Surprise!”
I paused mid-chew, suspicious.
“What is it?”
“There’s a little gift here for you.”
“Has it gone down much?”
“Girl, the red sea didn’t just overflow — it’s already evacuating the neighboring towns.”
I rolled my eyes and kept eating.
“I’ll wait for the commercial to hit the bathroom.”
“You’re kidding, right? You live alone, you dummy. Just check this shit out right there.”
“Oh, don’t make a mess everywhere.”
“I just wanna know if you’re curious to see the damage or if you plan to rub one out on top of the mess.”
I huffed, pulled down my pajama pants along with my panties. And as expected, there it was: the infamous dark stain, sticky and always a bit suspect. But everything was under control; I could wait a bit.
I pulled my clothes back up and settled back down lying there, but a thought crossed my mind.
“Damn… my boss, remember him?”
“The hot one? Yeah. But think about something else, or I’ll make some water to dilute the paint.”
I sighed.
“So, he kinda hinted that he wanted to ask me out, grab some food…”
“If he digs nuggets with extra sauce, you can set it up for tomorrow.”
“Oh, what a nightmare, this sucks. If he asks me out and I give that excuse, he’s gonna think I’m stringing him along, right?”
“Fuck, and you’re gonna make it clear you’ll put out on the first date?”
I went quiet. My pussy was unbearable, but she had a point.
“There’s always Mr. Ass,” she said, full of mischief.
“You only say that ‘cause he doesn’t talk back to defend himself.”
“But you like it, you slut. You complain, but you like it.”
I laughed, but I didn’t give in.
“But it hurts a lot and it’s messy.”
“Mess has never been a problem for you. You keep rubbing me when I’m on my period; it’s like a fetish! Does your mom know you do that?”
“Uh, shut up — you love it! You get all drooly and send shocks to my belly.”
“Who sends stuff to your belly is the dick that pokes you, girl.”
I had no comeback. My pussy wasn’t just inconvenient; she was an incorrigible slut.
“Hey, know who’s super sensitive right now, could help with your cramps, and as a bonus, boost your mood?” her voice came full of mischief.
I sighed. I already knew where this was going.
“I’m not in a bad mood.”
“But you’ve got cramps…”
“It’s not even bothering me…”
“Oh, right… then put your hand on my little nose here. It’s itching.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head.
“Stop, you’re gonna make a mess… I already took a shower!”
“So what? Quick rinse? Quick rinse?”
I rolled my eyes.
“No. His water’s ice cold. You wanna freeze to death?”
She huffed, impatient.
“Fuck, girl, stroke this pussy! It’s full of horniness and making ass sweet.”
“Okay, but can it be with the vibe?”
“Huh?! I prefer fingers. Fingers are more intimate.”
She was cackling down there, naughty as ever.
“I don’t want blood under my nails…” I grumbled, already kinda regretting getting into this conversation.
“Oh, fuck it! Grab the vibe already before I climb out of here and rub myself on the couch!”
I sighed, but I couldn’t hold back the laugh.
“Miss rubbing you on stuff… I liked it.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t! You don’t know when to stop, and I’d end up all chafed!”
I got up and headed to the bedroom, grabbing my vibrator. It wasn’t exactly made for what I planned to use it for, but it got the job done. A heavy, powerful massager that could make even a ghost ascend. I also grabbed a dark towel — essential item for these occasions — and set aside a new pad, ‘cause I already knew how this story ended.
I lined the bed, pulled down my panties, and got ready. But the second I looked down there and pulled the panties aside from behind to check it up close, I felt that sticky sensation sliding inside me. My whole body shivered with nerves.
“Man, no way! You don’t feel this shit sliding? It gives me the fucking creeps!”
“I feel it, yeah… since the living room.”
“And why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“‘Cause I’m not stupid.”
I made a face, shuddering from the discomfort of that flow.
“This won’t do — let’s save it for tomorrow, okay?”
“No! Do it in that little setup!”
I frowned.
“What setup?”
She sighed, like I was the dumbest person on earth.
“The one with the little pillow! You line it and sit on it, put the vibe in the middle, and just let it happen… you can wear a pad, panties, burqa… whatever! Less mess, more pleasure!”
“Girl, good thing you don’t have teeth.”
“Okay, babe, but grab the pad with wings, or it’ll slide around in the panties — that bugs the hell out of me.”
Off I went again to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, let the pee flow out nice and easy while scrolling my phone feed. I waited a bit to see if anything else came down. I looked between my legs and saw some red clots mixed in with the urine.
“Oh my God, I’m such an idiot…”
“What now?” Valentina asked, suspicious.
“I still have tampons, right?”
“Oh, no… I don’t like internal!”
“We’ll sleep after, don’t whine…”
I stretched over to the bathroom drawer, trying to grab a tampon without knocking anything over, all with my pants around my ankles and some questionable balance. I got one, rinsed off quick in the shower, dried, and did the classic bend forward.
“Fuck, shoving this in dry is awful…” I grumbled, trying to get it in better.
“DEEPER, GIRL!”
“Is it good there?!”
“I think it went too far… help…”
“There you go!”
“But now flip the string toward your forehead! With how hairy you are, that’s gonna tangle everything up in here!”
I let out a long sigh.
“Fuck… when the period’s over, I’ll shave.”
“Oh, like your razor hasn’t seen your blood before, right? BARBER!”
I rolled my eyes and left the bathroom, already knowing this soap opera was far from over.