Page 79 of A Tragic Melody

“Okay.”

“Not going to ask why?”

“Nope.”

She laughs. “You are too sweet.” She boops me on my nose. “I’m on my period. It rarely comes these days, but every once and awhile, Mother Nature comes calling.” She sighs. “It’s awful. The cramps suck. I get all bloated.” Her hand taps her stomach. “And it always comes when I’m low on pain pills. Took my last one last night.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I bet you are.” Her hand teasingly brushes against my still-stiff cock. “I thought talking about my period would soften the thing. Don’t guys hate hearing about that?”

“I grew up with a mother and sister. I’m used to it.”

“Still, that’s the women you are related to. It’s not sexy when it comes from a girl you want to fuck.”

“If a little blood stops a man from fucking you, he’s a chicken shit that doesn’t deserve to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” She smiles up at me. “You don’t mind a bloody cunt?”

“No.” I sigh. “But I’d like to go back to sleep, please.”

“Can you?” She laughs. “With that thing standing at full mast?”

“I can try,” I groan.

“Would you go down on a girl if she was on her period?”

“Sure.” I shrug, shifting toward the side of my bunk to create some much-needed distance between us. “Again, blood doesn’t bother me.”

“Can I watch you touch it?” she asks softly.

My eyes squeeze shut as I try not to think about her hands on me. “No, Tues, please.” Groaning, I open my eyes to see her smiling at me.

“Oh come on. It’s not sex, it’s just me watching you come. I bet you look ridiculous when you come. How long has it been?”

“Too long,” I reply without thinking. “Please just go?”

“I’ll take my shirt off so you have a good view while you do it.”

“I’m going back to bed,” I say, rolling to my side.

“Oh come on, Wyatt. Please?”

“I’m not doing it, Tues.” I turn my back to her.

“Fine.” She laughs. “Would you watch me get off right now? They say orgasms help with cramps, and until the next show, I need all the help I can get.”

I close my eyes, willing my cock to go soft and her to leave me alone.

Movement next to me makes me hopeful she is leaving, but her shoulder touches mine, and I know she isn’t going anywhere.

More movement has me curious what she is doing, but I don’t turn to look at her.

A soft moan comes out of her mouth, and my cock flexes. No, no, no.

She cannot be touching herself in my bunk right next to me. That would be too much for me to resist.

“Fuck,” she mumbles. “You know every time I touch myself now, it’s to the thought of that night you got me off?”