chaosorc

He helped her navigate the bedroom. Tall brown rug, recently vacuumed, the tracks snaking out into the night, going around the waterbed and between the dresser and end table. A night light in the corner of the room, one in the bathroom shining, bright childish colors.

Thanks August, she slowed and looked at him but he was fixed, concentrating on the destination.

You're welcome, Evelyn

Please, call me Lyn

He smirked and staggered, using the waterbed to steady himself but his hand sank into it.

Woah, what the fuck

Waterbed

Oh wow

She pulled him out of the bed and her back hit the bedroom doorjam, one shoulder in and the other out at the hinges.

He was facing her, she held onto his shoulders and looked him in the eye. Without heels they were the same height.

Let's make out

He smelled her breath and couldn't stifle a disgusted look, brows lowered, eyes squinting, corners of mouth turning down.

Mint

He nodded, face relaxing.

She pulled open the mirrored cabinet on the wall inside the bathroom and produced a bottle of mouthwash, poured a cap full and handed it to him, put it by the sink, then pulled her shorts down and sat on the toilet.

He had been looking at the mouthwash and didn't notice, leaning on the bathroom counter in the light of the nightlight. He tipped his head back and swished the mouthwash, spat it in the sink and noticed he could hear her peeing, shifted to his other arm and looked at her. She was swiping her smart phone.

Good piss

Almost done, she held out a hand and pinched and opened her fingers like a baby bird. He poured a capful of mouthwash and handed it to her. She tossed it back and swished it while she scrolled social media or whatever.

He leaned forward to see what she was doing on her phone and she put the screen to sleep and began gargling and looking at him sideways then spit between her legs into the toilet. She put her hands in the air and he pulled her off the toilet and into the bedroom, they were face to face and she put the balls of her feet onto the tops of his so they stepped together.

He fell backwards onto the waterbed and she straddled him.

Ready

Yeah

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Condom

What, why

Um disease, hello

He scoffed

She stared into his eyes, stern. His reply was blank. She eventually broke.

Just fuck me

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He emerged from the bathroom with a towel damp with warm tap water. She used it to clean him off of her, his spit off her face and crotch. He lay on his side watching her, smiling and satisfied.

I needed that

He nodded.

She handed the towel back and he used it to wipe down his crotch then spread it in the wet spot between them and scooched closer to her to cuddle.

Hey what are you doing

Cuddlin? A demure gaze.

Oh no bud, you got a curfew or something.

He laughed, not that young, Lyn.

She pursed her lips and looked straight at him, pleading for him to do anything but this.

Alright, sleep well

He made a big show of fighting with the waterbed to get out then sat on the edge and put on his clothes.

She pulled the covers up over her head and fell asleep.

He stepped into the kitchen, the party was over.