RITA
This man Is so Whimsical.
Acquainted too much with my sex, he still sits in the tub as I leave it, slowly walking to the counter and taking the pregnancy test, not gifting me any privacy at all.
I send him a side glance as I take the pregnancy test out of the box along with the instructions when I sense him moving, finally showing an ounce of decency and leaving the tub — only to wrap a towel around his waist and lean against the cabinet with his arms crossed.
"W-What are you waiting for?" I ask him as he still stares at me, though my question is highly rhetorical. "I am not going to pee on a stick in front of you!"
"Why not?" he asks me with a frown, the question leaving his lips sounding so generous. "I mean, you came on my tongue multiple times. You don't have to be all shy about peeing on a stick..."
"I just cannot spread my legs and pee on a stick in front of you. I need privacy," I insist with a huff, waddling in his direction and taking his wrist to pull him out.
"You sure? I can help you pee. It doesn't gross me out to hold the stick, but it's kinda a little kinky, don't you think, little flower?" he rambles, flustering me.
"You are such a kinky bastard," I mutter as I finally push him out, only because he permits me and grants me some privacy, as this is personal.
"I know... You sure you have to pee? Some sticks you have to stick it in, I guess... Don't worry, I don't feel jealous if that's the case," he continues his dirty rant. "I can help you stick it in as well..."
"And there is no door, by the way. Doesn't matter if you push me out or not." Oh, I look at the door, lying on the ground. I heave, agitated, as he just waits before the bathroom frame now.
"Adios, Roman." I walk out of the bathroom and head to the guest room, where I know there is a bathroom with a door, where his minx resided before Mother Nature consumed her.
"Where are you going?" He follows me. Before he can enter this bathroom too, I slam the door in his face with a wicked smile and a blown kiss on top.
"All right, I will wait outside," he grumbles from the other side of the door. I groan, frustrated. This man literally haunts me in this matter.
"Not that you have much of a choice anyway," I say loudly, my voice resonating through the bathroom as I read the instructions, hoping I don't have to stick it in and only have to pee on it.
Okay, I just have to pee on the stick and wait five minutes to see the result. I feel nervous while taking the test. As I finish, I place the stick on the side of the washbasin and wash my hands.
Then, I wrap one of the clean towels from the cabinet around my body, feeling the chills of the anxiety, as I pace up and down, waiting for the result.
I jolt in my spot, my breath hitching as a sharp rap on the door pierces right through my tension, making me stiffer. He is just a pet peeve at the moment.
"Rita? Are you done?" His voice is firm, laced with curiosity, eager for the results, and way more relaxed than me, as my hands fidget at my sides.
"No, I'm still reading the instructions," I lie, my voice barely steady as I take the stick, my eyes glued to the little window, anticipating a line.
"You're still reading the instructions?" Skepticism drips from his words before I snap a "yes" toward the door, followed by a heavy exhale, biting my lip.
"If it's that complicated, why don't you just open the door and let me help you?" His offer is gentle, almost luring, but I can't tear my eyes away from the test in my trembling hands.

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ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +
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