Bathroom Conundrum (4 of 4)
Bathroom Conundrum (4 of 4)
After a steamy moment, Leo asks Alice for something she's unable to refuse. They learn why they were locked up in the bathroom together.
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Chapter 7
Alice asks me to stop after a while. When I get up, she hauls herself higher on the sink, then wraps her legs behind my back, pulling me closer. She breathes heavily, as if she had the best time of her life. “That was… out of this world.”
“I’m flattered that you consider me an alien.”
“Better than I imagined it.”
“I am that good.”
She puts her hands on either side of my head. “Kiss me on my lips now.”
I lean in… then stop. I raise my finger. “Wait.” I unwrap her legs from my back and step away.
Her face takes on a curious expression.
“How about my first kiss?”
She furrows her brow. “You, too, have a dream about your first kiss?”
“Just popped into my head.”
“I guess you want… the same thing?”
“Now you have a Voldemort in your vocabulary.”
She chuckles. “Do you want a blow job as your first kiss?”
“Why not?”
I detect only a slight hesitation before she jumps down from the sink. “I can do that. Any specific instructions you want to give me before I begin?”
“Yes.” I pretend to consider her question. “You can start as I did. Gently at first.”
“Of course.”
"Then I want it to differ from your instructions."
“Meaning?”
“I definitely want you to use your tongue.”
“Can do.”
“And I do want you to suck. But not like a virgin. Like a pro.”
She makes an exaggerated grin. “Your revenge?”
“Revenge? I wouldn’t call it revenge. Just… balance.”
“Very well.” She kneels, positioning herself in front of my shorts. “Want me to pull them down, or you’ll take them off yourself?”
“You do it, but slowly, very slowly. I want it to last.”
She gives a tight laugh. “Sure.” She grabs my shorts and starts dragging them down.
“Stop it.”
“Am I doing it wrong?” She looks up. “You want it faster or slower? Maybe I should kiss it through your shorts first?”
I grab her hands and pull her up. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you asked me to.”
“Why did you agree?”
“Balance. And I promised you I would do anything you wanted if you fulfilled my dream. You did it perfectly. I will never forget that kiss in my life.”
“I don’t want it this way.”
“What way? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”
“I was.” I hold her gaze. “When I kissed your… clit.”
She giggles. “You developed a taste for the word ‘clit.’”
“I developed a taste for your clit.”
“What if I want the same?” She glides her hand over my exposed chest, the soft contact causing a pleasant tickle. “Let me do this for you. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re forgetting about the balance thing.”
“We can balance it out later.”
“I must admit…” She bites her lip. “I’ve never given a blow job on a first date.”
“You don’t have to do it at all. I mean… not today.”
Her eyes shine. “What if I want to? I want you inside my mouth. I want to taste you with my tongue. I want—”
I press my lips to hers and put my tongue gently between her lips.
We play with our tongues for a while.
I pull away. “Here. You tasted me. How did it feel?”
“I think I tasted… myself.”
“Well…”
“I loved it. Kiss me again.”
We spend several minutes kissing, letting ourselves explore one another. I hold her closer to my chest, feeling her nipples hard on my bare skin.
She slips her hands under my shorts, caressing my buttocks, slowly pulling the shorts down.
“Wait…” I touch her hand.
“Stop me again, and I’ll think you do have an abnormally small dick.”
I sigh. “Pull them off and see.”
She frowns, then pulls down my shorts, causing my dick to jump out. She traces her finger along its stiff shaft. “Hmm… It’s not that small. I’d say it’s exactly the size I like.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Now I want you to hear me out.”
With a disappointed sigh, she lets go of my penis and looks up.
“I want you to stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. In case you didn’t notice—”
“I want you to stay after the door opens.”
“We’ll have to go home when the party’s over.”
“This is my home. Well, my parents’…”
Her mouth spreads into a wide smile. “I knew that.”
“How?”
“Your name is inside the book.”
“Hansel?”
She jabs me in the chest. “Leo. And finding me up here in this bathroom would be quite a coincidence. It’s private, remember?”
“Well, it’s my bathroom when I stay here.”
“And it’s your book.”
“I like to read when I sit on the toilet.”
“That’s not a crime.”
“Will you stay then?”
“Am I not too crazy for you?”
“You’re the crazy I want.”
"Let me think…" She rests her forehead on mine and closes her eyes. For a moment, we share the same air, inhaling and exhaling as one. "Okay. I’ll stay. But first we have to get out of this damn—"
With a loud click, the door opens.
Chapter 8
“What?” I yank my boxers up and move to the door. I check the hall, but nobody’s there. Then I examine the lock. It looks normal.
When I return to the bathroom, Alice is wrapped in her towel again. “You found someone?”
“No. I don’t get it. The door opened on its own. And I can’t hear any music from downstairs. The party must have wound down.” I glance at the window. “It’s getting brighter outside.”
“Good.” She pulls her destroyed dress off the shower curtain. “I’m hungry, and I don't want to be seen in this towel.”
“You’re supposed not to care. You run naked on a beach full of people.”
“That’s different.”
“You look great in the towel. Though I prefer you without it. I think I could get used to this nudist life.”
“Naturist.”
“Right.”
We reach the ground floor to find nobody there. There’s the usual after-party mess, but it’s not that bad.
I check the kitchen. “There’s some sushi left in the fridge, or I can make you a sandwich.”
“Whatever. I have to find my jacket. I wonder if that friend of mine ever called me.”
I put my phone on a wireless charger and switch it on. The moment I enter my pin, I’m attacked by a weird fanfare. A window pops up with a giant ‘Congratulations!’. A loud female voice speaks automatically.
“Welcome back to Finding Love Naturally—our AI matching service helping you find a perfect partner in our busy times. We are happy to congratulate you on finding your true love. We hope you will have a wonderful time together. Your contract has been concluded."
A receipt pops up on the display. I cringe at the price.
"We will contact you shortly to arrange for our techs to come to your house to remove the remote lock and other equipment we used to fulfill the contract. Please note, you are eligible for our special 50% discount on our sister program, Breaking Up Naturally, should you wish to use these services in the future. We wish you a happy relationship."
Another loud sound and the window blinks out.
A sudden move behind me makes me look back.
Alice stares at me with a strange expression on her face.
"I can explain." I walk closer. "The service... I subscribed a long time ago while still in England. I didn't realize it would work here."
“So the locked bathroom door…”
"I didn’t lock it. You heard them—they did it without my consent.”
"You gave your consent when you signed the contract."
"I didn't agree to all that. They must've broken the window, too. They should've informed me what they were going to do—"
"Oh, shut up. Why do you think they call themselves Finding Love Naturally? It has to appear perfectly natural, with no one's intervention."
I stare at her, realization mounting. "You seem to know quite a lot about this company."
"Of course I know about this company." She unlocks her phone and holds it up for me. After the familiar fanfare, the congratulations on finding her true love follow. I frown when I see the price—they charged her much more than they did me.
She puts her phone away. “They wouldn’t arrange for us to meet if I didn’t sign the contract with them. Now I doubt my friend sent me that text message. They must have lured me here to meet you.”
"The locked door, the window, even my phone's battery... I bet they disconnected the charger. It was all them. What about the shower? Did they—"
"No." She shifts on her feet. "The shower was me."
"Uh?"
"I know it was stupid, but I thought soaking myself in cold water would be a good way to… break the ice."
"You stepped under icy water to break the ice?"
"I didn't know what else to do."
I force myself not to laugh. "So, you did it to manipulate me? And here I thought you were just crazy."
"People manipulate one another all the time. That's not always bad, depending on their intentions. You're not angry, are you?"
"How much of what happened today was your plan?"
"Only the shower. I didn't know the company arranged my visit, but I hoped they did. I liked you the moment you entered the bathroom."
"I see."
"And…" She bites her lip. "I knew you lived here, in this house. I saw your photos in one of the rooms upstairs."
"So it wasn't only my name in the book? You searched my house without permission and pretended you didn't know who I was?"
"I wanted to know who I was dealing with. I didn't go through your things or steal anything."
"Except for the book?"
"I didn't steal it. It was already here, in the bathroom."
I keep a straight face, trying to look serious. But it's getting hard. “You know, you appear to be this careless, crazy girl, then it turns out it’s all premeditated.”
“Premeditated. It sounds as if I committed a crime.” She touches my hand. "Are you mad at me? Regretting our meeting already?"
I pretend to consider her question. When I don't answer after a few seconds, she nods, and removes her hand from mine, slowly turning away.
"Alice?"
She looks at me.
"I haven’t changed my mind."
"About what?"
"That I want you to stay."
“You… sure?”
“I am. I want us to try. If—”
"Good. After all, it was the best first kiss of my life."
A quiet warmth spreads through me as I lift my hands to hold her face. I move to kiss her... "Wait. Why did they charge you more than me? Is the service more expensive for women?"
“What? No, I don't think so. That must be the warranty.”
"I saw nothing like that in my contract."
"Because I paid extra for that. I might act crazy or careless, but I like being prepared. I'm a plotter, after all."
"Who?"
"It's a writer thing. Tell you later."
"So this warranty… What is it?"
"Oh… If we split up within the next three months, they’ll give me 50% off their next match."
"What?"
"So, if you're planning to fuck this up…" Her hand drifts up to tousle my hair. "Be a good boy… do it while I'm still covered by the warranty."
THE END
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