22. Shower

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by essyshee12

by essyshee12

" MJ!" Sonia squeaked, when I entered the stall she was in.

" Keep your voice down," I whispered, and start to undress the outer layers of my clothes. Tossing aside my shirt and shorts. I'm left only in my Calvin Klein underwear.

" What are you doing ?" She half-yelled, half-whispered, trying to tear her eyes away from my body.

" Taking a shower," I mumbled. I've been dying to taste her all day and this is the only place I can do so without getting interrupted and I was too impatient to wait for her to return. Her body was wrapped in a pink towel. Her bust was almost spilling out and I all wanted to mold those pieces of perfection. My fingers sink inside the towel, her warm skin coming in contact with my cold ones. One pull is all it takes for it to let loose.

Her body dips in curves that make me throb. I've never seen her clearly and now that I have I can never unsee the way her brown nipples are erect.

I press my body against hers feeling her shudder beneath me. “Are you okay with this?” I whisper, my hands roaming all over her body. She nods against my chest, nibbling her lower lip between her teeth.

“What if we get caught?”

“Well, if you're quiet we won't.”

My lips press against hers, the warmth making pebbles of goosebumps spread all over my skin. Her lips are gentle and smooth, making me drown in the taste that I have been craving all week. The kiss is slow at first, me exploring her mouth with my tongue and her trying to compete.

I open the shower letting the warm water cascade down our bodies. I kneel, my head in direct contact with her crotch. Spreading her thighs open, I kiss her inner thighs prolonging the torture.

The number of times I have thought of her like this — exposed, vulnerable, should be illegal.

I place one of her legs on top of my shoulder running my fore finger up and down her clit. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open. The first contact my tongue makes with her clit has a soft moan escaping her mouth.

The sound is angelic, and all I want to do is hear it again. Her hands grip my hair pushing me towards her with mighty force. The sting in my scalp is useless when I can feel how warm she is under me.

The opening of the bathroom has Sonia stiffening under me. “Someone is here,” she whispers, fear etched in her face.

I drop her leg placing my hand on top of her mouth. “Shhh!” The person enters the bathroom next to ours and I can hear Sonia's heartbeat as I turn her back towards me. My fingers drop to her entrance teasing and rubbing.

—

I've always wondered why people are the way they are. Why do they like tea instead of coffee or prefer rom-coms to horror? This aspect of people has always intrigued me, maybe that's why I chose Applied Physics. To understand the components that make up something and how they all come together to work.

“Why don't you have a close relationship with your parents?” I asked Sonia, she was nestled between my thighs as we watched random, funny tiktoks. She sighs looking at me from under her lashes. “Uh, my dad didn't want a female child or a first female child.”

My heart twists by just hearing the answer, it's like a punch to the gut, only worse. “And my mom — being who she is, dedicated all her time and energy to make it happen. She forgot I existed and the need to give my father a boy child consumed her.”

I pull her tighter towards my chest. I can't even imagine what she has gone through. “That's why he started drinking?” I ask my lips brushing her hair.

She nods, gripping the phone tightly as if it's her lifeline. “My mum used to lock me inside the room when he would arrive and stash the keys in her cleavage. He would throw things around and start asking where the key was so he could beat me.”

“And did he?”

My heart is pounding in my chest and this feeling of protecting her from anyone and anything takes over. A small nod follows barely perceptible. “A couple of times when he would arrive unannounced but when my mum knew he was coming she would make sure he wouldn't touch me.”

I want to check her for marks to see the scars that vile man left on her. “I'm so sorry baby.”

She smiles through the pain that is etched on her face. “It's okay, I survived.”

But it's not okay. I've always downplayed the fact that how normal my parents were, even though the disease flipped my life upside down, the struggles I faced feel insignificant right now.

I crush her into a hug and say the words that have been on the back of my mind since I saw Lynn again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She looked at me, her lips parted in shock.

“A.. yes, yes I will be your girlfriend.”