I feel like crap. My cold is settling in and after a long frustrating day all I want to do is take a hot shower, eat and hopefully fall asleep watching a movie. I want to think about as little as possible; nothing would be better. First a shower, I need to feel a bit more human. Waiting for it to heat up I decide to light one up, really hotbox the place. Relax me a bit.
Ever since I was a kid whenever my brother or I got sick, my parents would steam up the bathroom and stick us in there to sweat out any cold that was brewing; it always helped. As I got older I added the sweet buzz of Mary Jane to make the shower afterwards more enjoyable, and right now if a great high and a warm shower is all I’m going to get to relax and feel better, I’ll take it.
I’m sitting on the bathroom counter as the shower runs, and steam fills the room. Bringing the joint up, placing it between my lips, I flick the Bic and raise the flame to the other end. I inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs and close my eyes. Leaning my head back against the wall and exhaling slowly, I try to turn off my mind from the day’s events.
Not a minute later the bathroom door crashes open.
“Close the fucking door, you’re letting out all the heat,” I snap, becoming more irritated that I can’t just have a moment of peace.
I hear the door close hard, followed by, “How am I not surprised.” I know that voice.
The steam fades a little, so I’m able to see that I’m right. It’s my ex. Her long thick dirty blonde hair is up in a bun and no makeup. I’ve never thought she needed it.
I can feel my body tensing and my heart jumping in my throat, knowing my day could potently get a hell of a lot worse. “What are you doing here?”
“I was told you were sick. I like you when you’re sick, you’re easier to deal with.” I can hear the evil behind her words and I can’t help but smirk.
“So you’re in a better mood I take it?” I ask, taking another hit of the joint and pass it to her. If she takes it I need to shut my mouth and enjoy her good mood and if she doesn’t take it… Well, I don’t want to think about that.
In that moment of waiting, I can’t help but think of our past. To make a long story short we had been seeing each other on and off for over a year or so, the sex was great, but we always fought. I wouldn’t commit, but we also seemed to bring out the worst and the best of one another. There was never an in between with her, it was great or it was fucking awful.
Our last big fight was at the beginning of the year and it did not end well. She went off and found someone else, which she then flaunted at me the last time I saw her. This last event is the reason for my lack of enthusiasm that she is here right now.
I am fighting every urge of curiosity to ask her several different questions. Why does she still have a key, why is she really here, how does she know I’m sick, and where is her new girlfriend? I mean it is Friday evening, shouldn’t they be together? Instead I hold my tongue and I don’t say anything, I don’t want to cause a fight, I just don’t have it in me tonight.
I watch her take the joint and lean against the wall across from me. I let out a small sigh of relief and lean back as we start passing it back and forth. I can barely see her through the steam now, only her silhouette, but through our silence, a familiar tension starts to linger in the air.
“It’s getting warm in here,” she says as I hear the sound of the zipper on her hoodie, then the sound of it hitting the floor. Her shirt hits me in face, and her smell takes me back to a perfect moment and like a second wind, a new hunger arises. I pull myself off the wall and slip off my shirt, tossing it her way. I can almost feel her grin through the steam, causing my own grin.
I don’t know if it is the pot, the heat, or the head cold, but sitting on the edge of the counter, watching her take the few steps towards me, letting her hair down feels almost dream like. There is sweat glistening off her skin, her hair is hanging down half her face and her eyes are on mine. I can feel my heart start to beat faster because I know what is about to happen. I can’t resist those eyes, those lips, or that body and she knows it.
Fuck.
Pushing her body between my legs and leaning towards me, she raises the joint to her lips. Her eyes are looking brazenly into mine, and her other hand is running up my thigh to the button of my jeans, undoing them with one hand. I refuse to let my hands leave the counter because I’m not sure if I should trust my foggy brain to make decisions I might regret later. She has me at a vulnerable point and knows that this doesn’t happen often.
She inhales a long drag and holds it in as she leans in closer; I automatically spread my lips apart as she gets on her tip toes, inching closer. The hand with the joint rests on my thigh and she very slowly blows the smoke between my lips. I inhale whatever smoke I get as I move in, not to kiss her but to let our lips just touch.
Looking at her I pull away, exhaling whatever smoke I got, raising an eyebrow almost asking, “Are you sure about this?”
She returns my nonverbal question with her own nonverbal answer, it’s in those smiling eyes, and oh how I know that look. Every brain cell left working is saying don’t do it, but my body is failing at receiving the message.
She tosses the now roach into the sink, and moves both hands to my waist undoing my zipper then giving me a nod to lift my hips. I watch as she slides them down my thighs and over my knees to drop them to the floor.
I pull her closer, my hands around the waist of her leggings, pulling them down her hips. Realizing she is going commando today, a grin crosses my face. We are now face to face, both of us exposed and there is a sheen of sweat covering our bodies.
She leans in letting her lips brush past mine, moving up to my ear whispering, “I know what my baby needs when she’s sick.” Then moves back in for a longer passionate kiss.
The moment her lips touch mine, memories of all our good times flood my mind. Somehow that sends chills through my heated body, because I know exactly what she has in mind.
My mind is brought back to the current moment when I feel her hands glide up my thighs. As we release the kiss and I look in her eyes I know right then and there, she has me right where she wants me, and tonight I am too out of it to care and deep down I want it. I want her.
Her fingers trail up reaching my excited lips, running her index finger slowly up and down, swirling in the nectar already seeping.
“A little taste before?”
Being a rhetorical question, she doesn’t wait for a response before moving her lips down my neck past my collar bone. Moving quickly knowing what she’s after, she kisses between my breasts and I lean back watching her slide her soft lips down my stomach to the top of my mound.
I close my eyes and prop one leg up as her tongue takes its first taste, I can’t help but smile. She runs her tongue lightly along my lips. Spreading them open with her fingers as her tongue runs up. Finding my clit, she starts to do what she does best, circling, nipping, sucking, repeat.
Lifting my hips slightly to her assault, I lean back and one hand grabs the wall and the other rests on the faucet as she continues to hit all the right spots. God she knows just what makes me tick. Leaning back on the counter I open my legs wider for her and as I do she stabs her tongue into me. In and out, with every movement out she would flick my clit with her tongue. I can feel her fingers moving up my thigh to my already pulsing sex.
“Fuck,” I moan as two fingers enter me causing my body to tense. My hand leaves the wall and I grab the back of her hair pushing her face in my puss. Feeling her moving inside of me along with the devouring of my clit pushes me to my climax. My body shudders making me lose my balance and I grip the faucet tighter.
Breathing hard I pull her up towards me, wanting a taste of what she just devoured. Our lips meet as I take a taste of myself. I did taste good but what I wanted now was to taste her. Before I could spin her around and give her my own tongue lashing, she moves her cum covered lips to my forehead.
‘She’s checking for a fever,’ I thought.
“We should get you cleaned up and off to bed babe,” she said confirming my thought. Grabbing my hand and pulling me off the counter towards the shower, she doesn’t give me a chance to say anything.
It’s not the biggest shower; all tile with a small door that you have to walk in sideways, but once you stepped in it is quite deep. The best part is the detachable shower head with adjustable settings.
I watch her step in then listen to her squeal while she quickly adjusts the water. It takes a few seconds before I hear, “Come on.” I take a deep breath and in that moment I think, what the fuck am I doing, I’m not even fully here. Shutting the door, I remind myself to turn up the cold water so I don’t end up passing out mid fun.
I run my hands over my face as I feel my orgasm still running down my inner thighs. With that I step in to see her back to me, face up to the water and getting her hair wet. Watching the water run down her smooth olive skin she turns to the side and I watch the water pour over her erect nipples, flowing down her stomach and between her thighs.
She looks into my eyes, watching me drink up the sight and smiles. “Are you just going to stand there?”
I smile back and move the few steps towards her as she moves back letting me get under the water. I stand still getting my hair wet and letting the water run down my sore tired body when I hear a bottle open. Looking up at her and she motions for me to bring my head down. I let my head leave the falling water and lower it as she squeezed some shampoo in my hair.
For a moment, neither of us moves and then she gives me a look that clearly says, ‘What, you think I was going to wash your hair too?’
