Page 46 of The No Touch Roommate Rule
She huffs softly beneath her breath. “Prude.”
The hint of laughter is all the encouragement I need to double down. “What? Youlikeit in the poop hole? For real? I mean, not to kink shame you or anything, but you’re a tiny woman. I bet your poop hole is tiny, too. Doesn’t it hurt? A big ole dick shoving into your itty-bitty pooper?”
“Well, with you it probably would,” she says, tossing a petal my way. “Mr. Monster Cock.”
“Why, thank you, my lady.” I press a hand to my chest and give a little bow.
“You’re such a clown,” she says, with a fond shake of her head that I like more than I should.
“But I’m a clown with a big dick, so it’s okay,” I say. “It’s like short guys. If they’re short but have a big dick, they don’t have to have a Napoleon complex or feel weird about being short. Like Jean-Louise.”
She pulls a face. “Jean-Louise isn’t short.”
“Well, not to you, short stack. But at five-eight, he’s the shortest guy on the team. But his dick situation is even more obscene than mine.”
“Because you’ve looked, of course,” she says, the sparkle continuing to creep back into her eyes.
“Of course,” I say, refusing to be shamed. “It’s a locker room. Looking is part of the drill. Not being creepy about it, obviously, but a guy’s gotta see where he stands in the pecker order.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m so glad I’m not a guy. Though I have done my share of staring at Elly’s boobs. She just has the perfect boobs. I’m so jealous of them.”
“Why? I mean, I haven’t seen them completely out for show and tell, obviously, but from what I have seen, your boobs are nothing to sneeze at.”
She sits up straighter, glancing down at the front of her sundress. “Really? They’re so small.”
“They’re well-proportioned. And perky. And sexy.” I clear my throat. “And we should stop talking about them, or I’ll start embarrassing myself again.”
She looks up, a grateful smile curving her lips. “Thanks.”
“For being a pervert who gets an erection every time you look at me sideways?”
She shakes her head. “For following me. And getting my mind off things.” Smile fading, she shifts her focus over my shoulder, toward the water feature burbling at the entrance to the park. “And for not thinking I’m a pathetic loser with daddy issues.”
“I mean, who doesn’t have daddy issues, right?”
She leans back against the tree, gaze still distant as she says, “I don’t know. Elly worshipped her dad, but he died when she was a teenager. That’s its own kind of issue, I guess. I just wish…” She sighs. “I don’t know what I wish. I wish he were different orIwere different and it wasn’t so hard all the time.” She turns back to me as she adds in a softer voice, “I don’t want to be a big baby who runs away from my conflict or whatever.I really don’t. I just… Instinct takes over. When things get like that, I don’t know what else to do.”
“And why would you?” I ask in an equally soft voice. “Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m guessing you didn’t have much practice with healthy conflict resolution growing up.”
“You’re not crazy.” Her lids droop, as if just thinking about the past makes her tired. “My mom doesn’t do conflict at all. And Dad… Well, you saw Dad. He’s always right. Always.” She exhales a rueful laugh as her eyes close and her head falls back to rest against the tree. “And I mean, in this case, he isliterallyright about reading the contract more carefully. I made a serious mistake, but that doesn’t mean my business was a failure. I was doing really well.”
“You were. I’m sorry he can’t see that and be proud of you.”
“Yeah, me, too.” She inhales, keeping her eyes closed as she adds, “But I can’t have any more feelings today. I’ve already had too many. Gotta turn them off for a while. If I keep going, I’ll get a rash.”
“Understood.” And I do understand, but it also makes me sad.
I wish she didn’t have to turn her feelings off. I wish her dad and the insurance company hadn’t hammered her even further into the pain pit when she was already at rock bottom.
I wish she’d let me fuck her until she’s happy again.
Or at least give her really excellent oral or a massage or pull her onto my lap and cuddle her until she doesn’t feel so alone in the world.
Or, I don’t know…fly her to Aruba or something. It’s easier to forget about your problems for a while when they’re not staring you in the face every day.
“Why not?” I mutter, brilliance bubbling in my brain.
Mack cracks her lids. “Why not what?”
