2.
I think he called me everyday and never had the nerve to leave a message or talk to me. It was kind of pathetic, in a way. I empathized, it couldn’t have been easy to call someone that you technically weren’t supposed to know as it would damage your reputation. But still, his attitude in public was so cocksure that it was a surprise to find that he wasn’t as comfortable with himself as he presented.Then the doorbell rang. When I opened it he was standing there holding a backpack that looked stuffed full. One of his hands was on his hip and that grimace was still on his face.
“Are you gonna let me in or just stare?” he snapped.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
He stomped into the foyer and then looked around for a moment. “Show me where the bathroom is and I’ll show you.” I waited for a moment, just to see if I could divine what he wanted, not like I didn’t know. “Well, if you don’t wanna know, then I’ll just go.” He took a step towards the door.
“Up the stairs, first door on the right.” I smiled patronizingly. I wondered if he knew right from left.
He took the steps two at a time and then the door to the bathroom slammed. For a moment I considered calling Paige and telling him who I had in my bathroom, but that would be gloating. Anyway, he could just be taking this opportunity to plant a pipe bomb in my toilet. I needed to stop letting in people who had what they thought were good reasons for hating me.
I closed and locked the front door, then prepared to ascend the stairs, hoping against hope it was for a night full of fucking.
Finally I grew tired of waiting and went up and opened the door to the bathroom.
He was kneeling on top of the counter, legs akimbo, putting the finishing touches on a jagged smile. Red lipstick caked his lips, teeth, and cheeks. He caught sight of me in the mirror and the lipstick dropped into the sink. “Fuck...”
I took the scene in slowly, he was wearing a sloppily done blonde wig with two braided pigtails, and a complete Catholic school-girl outfit, replete with knee-socks and gray cardigan. Mascara had been clumsily applied and made him look like a racoon. He slowly turned, his legs straddling the sink, the skirt barely covering his underwear or lack thereof.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, stepping a little closer. The only response I got from him was a scowl. “I mean, it is kind of hard when it’s your first time.” I picked up a washcloth and then started cleaning off his face. “It’s a nice surprise though.”
His eyes were half closed and he was breathing quietly, though as I leaned in to gain more leverage his breathing quickened. My face was so close to his, not intentionally, I swear. As I reached down to pick up the discarded lipstick, he grabbed my hand and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about that.” he said softly. “I’d rather do something else.”
I smirked. “Like what? Get makeup all over my face?” He snarled and bit my neck. I pulled away and smiled. “I might be interested in that. But you’ve been very naughty, haven’t you?”
His legs closed behind me, pulling me closer. He rubbed up against me, his erection hard to ignore pressed against my stomach. “I think you’re the naughty one. Getting me to think all those bad things about you...about what you can do with those lips.” Innocently one of his fingers trailed along the collar of my shirt.
It was hard to process all of this new stimuli, I had him here, in my bathroom, acting like he wanted something that he had made fun of pretty much his entire professional career. Finally, I gave up and kissed him back, pushing his head against the mirror. Our tongues wrestled for dominance and then I just gave up, content to exchange saliva and give in to the growing attraction that was making it more and more difficult to push him away.
He was rocking against me in an effort to get himself off. The skirt rode up and he definitely wasn’t wearing underwear. After a few minutes of heavy breathing interlaced with deep kisses, he broke away. “Can we go to the bedroom? My ass is frozen.” He hooked his legs around my back, making his erection come into contact with mine. I nearly came right then.
“Oh fuck...” He wanted me to carry him?
“If you don’t hurry up, we won’t.” he snapped. I closed my eyes for a second, calming down with visions of ice and snow. When I opened them again he was glaring at me, his eyes half closed in ecstasy and delirium. My hands pulled him towards me, taking his full weight onto my torso before stumbling off to the bedroom.
We both laughed as I collapsed on the bed, trapping him underneath me. He was still rock hard and breathing harder. I pushed his skirt up and kissed the tip of his cock, pulling back when he moaned and moved forward for more. “Tease.” he hissed, grabbing me with his legs and forcing me down. I licked up his shaft, smiling as he took a few shuddering breaths. Kissing the head gently, I slowly let more and more of his cock enter my mouth. His legs parted even more, and he bucked up gently. I closed my eyes and concentrated on bringing him to the edge, turning him into a quivering mass of flesh instead of a mass of contradictions. This wasn’t that bad, really. A while ago I would have balked at doing this to anyone except Paige, but he tasted so different, so other, that I couldn’t resist devouring and consuming every inch of him. I had to be patient though, if I brought him to climax too soon it’d be doubtful that he’d have any intention of doing the same for me. So I occupied myself with slow drawn out sucking in and out, letting my whole world become his aborted thrusts and harsh pants.After a while his breathing quickened and he grabbed my head and shoved it closer to his flesh. I inhaled deeply, trying to keep from spiraling out of control in the haze of half-remembered breathing techniques and tongue circles. Finally he came with one last hard thrust in my mouth. I gagged a bit on his cum, swallowed reflexively, and collapsed on the bed.
He poked me in the side. “What about you?”
I raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t expected THAT offer.