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I mean, it wasn’t that I never masturbated. But it just always kind of felt only partially satisfying. I couldn’t make that make sense. An orgasm was an orgasm. It just didn’t satisfy the same way when I was alone, I guess.
Any relief, though, would be preferable to this never-ending ache inside.
So I scrubbed the tub.
Then I filled it, dropped in some soap, and climbed inside.
I had just started to, you know, get things going, when the door suddenly flew open.
I saw his arm shoot inward toward the counter, reaching for the phone I’d noticed then disregarded in my need for a release, that he’d likely left when he’d showered before me.
The bathrooms in the house weren’t private. In general, people used the one across from their bedrooms. But I’d noticed that some people left doors open afterward, others cracked, and others still closed the doors.
He wouldn’t have thought anything about opening a closed door.
And I, accustomed to living alone, didn’t always remember to lock the door.
It was all just… happenstance.
The thing was, as soon as his hand closed over his phone, I must have jolted. Because the water made a little splashing noise. It drew his focus away from the counter and toward the tub. Where I was under the water with my hand between my thighs.
The soap had settled toward the sides of the tub. So he wasn’t… missing anything.
There was a strange sound that escaped him then. Something low and almost primal. The look on his face was molten as well.
But he seemed to snap out of it, shaking his head.
“Sorry, I…” he started, hand closing around his phone as he reached back for the door.
“No!” the sound squeaked out of me. I hadn’t even been aware of thinking it before it was coming out of my mouth.
“No?” he asked, hand still on the door knob.
“No,” I repeated, barely hearing my own response. But he did.
His hand fell from the knob. The other one released his phone back onto the counter.
He leaned back against the door, a deep breath exhaling out of him as he watched my fingers move between my legs.
I’d never done this.
Touched myself with someone watching.
But something about the apt way Detroit was watching me made all my insecurity fall away.
It wasn’t even my hands I was thinking about anymore; It was his hands between my thighs, stroking me, driving me up.
It wasn’t long before my sighs became some whimpers.
I needed more, though.
I needed him.
“Detroit,” I called, my voice a sigh as my free hand moved out of the water, a silent invitation closer.
He didn’t even hesitate.
He closed the distance in two strides, lowering down to his knees at the side of the tub, and slipping his hand into the water, sliding under mine, and teasing over my clit.
