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Nine
Helen
I move steadily through my bedtime routine, trying to let the familiar actions soothe me but irritation is itching under my skin and I know I won’t be able to fully calm down.
It’s a strange situation for me, to be unable to calm myself down. Its also a strange situation to have a woman in my bathtub who I’ve only known for a few hours.
What the fuck am I doing? Even if I am desperate to take Lisa’s deal, is this girl really the one? Her little nose stud and extra hoops up her ears are cute, but it’s kind of extreme. Her hair is a gorgeous shade of blonde, far paler than mine, but does she have to wear it in spikes?
No matter how this goes down I’ll have to find her some decent clothes. I don’t think she’s carrying a full wardrobe in that little pack of hers.
I sit down on the edge of the bed, idly stroking the leg of my pajama pants. I can hear the water roaring into the tub and Roxy starting to sing along to the radio. A smile jumps onto my face.
She’s genuine. I can tell that. I don’t think there is anything in her but honesty. I appreciate that and admire it, but there is a lot to be desired in her delivery of that truth. My friends will find her confronting. Even if I like her it will be difficult to convince the people close to me that this is my wife and we’ve actually been together for months… Roxy is just one of those people you can’t help but notice.
I bite my bottom lip gently, pressing it with my teeth. I can hear her in there swishing the water. She’s talking to herself as she goes through my bath salts and oils. I always collect quite a few of these and it sounds like Roxy is using a months worth at once.
I still feel irritated, but I also find it kind of cute. I’m not sure if this is a growing affection or if I’m just really annoyed.
But I don’t want her to go away. The very thought of this is enough to draw me to the door and touch it softly. The bathroom is close. I can almost smell the perfumed clouds coming up the hall. I can hear Roxy splashing as she gets in the tub, singing jauntily.
She’s more than just strange. She’s like some kind of wild creature. I’ve invited a panther into my house. For the first time I start to feel really horrified that I barely know her, and I’ve welcomed her into my house.
I haven’t even told her what I want from her yet.
Maybe, I’m not even sure I want it. Parts of me try to struggle with the problem, wanting to get rid of her the second morning comes. The idea of finding another woman to be my wife gives me a quick stab of despair. The whole reason Roxy’s in my bathroom right now is because I HAD no other options.
With my fingers pressed against the wooden door, I let my thoughts go where they want to go.
Roxy in my bathtub. That beautiful pale skin. Nails painted crazy black and purple. The tease of tattoos that I noticed here and there. I wonder what they all look like, where they are. How long I could trace them over with my fingers.
I slam at the door with my palms and take a step back. I’m getting frustrated with myself. This is useless! I’ve always counted on myself, my ability to take all situations with calm and assess them carefully.
I walk over to bed and pull the covers up over my head. I lay on my side and I take deep breaths, trying to settle myself.
She’s here now. She’s in my house for better or worse. I might as well ask her what I need to, since we have come this far. Nothing can be achieved by me getting worked up over whether I’ve done the right thing.
I need to just accept the situation as it is and be honest with myself.
I wait for the voice of common sense to assail me and tell me first thing in the morning, send her on her way.
But my little voice isn’t there right now. Or if it is, its not saying what I expected it to.
I want her to stay. I don’t want to let her out of my sight for a second. The sounds of her splashing in the warm water, slick with oil, is driving me crazy. I reach one hand down and rub my clit gently through the silky pants.
A moan slips out of me and I rock my hips forward. I listen to Roxy singing along to the radio and I can almost taste her warm wet skin in my mouth.
I want her, I want her bad. It feels so amazing to admit it. I realize this deal of Lisa’s gave me exactly what I needed to approach Roxy.
I would have wanted to. No matter what. If I had not been looking for a quick stand in bride, I doubt I would have introduced myself no matter how much I had been drawn to her.
Now she was in my bathroom, covered in scented oil and no doubt running those beautiful little hands over her tight curves and shapely legs.
A moan slips through my lips as I rub more firmly at my clit. I can’t explain it. Roxy affects me in an intense way that no one ever has before. Maybe this is the passion everyone has been telling me is missing from my life.
I never found anything that really excited me. This is like getting run over by a train of passion, overwhelmed, scattered across the track, nothing left but hot pieces that twist and moan and beg for more.
I turn on my side again, squeezing my legs together. I need to get myself back under control. There is no guarantee that she will decide to stay. She might be totally against the idea of being a fake bride.
