Chapter 9

“Why do people even do butt stuff?” Tabitha cocked her lip.

“You saw it. You saw his face.”

“I don’t think he saw us see him this time,” Tabitha said. She watched Nadine drop the bedsheets into the laundry. “Gross.”

“It’s in a basket. I’m going to dump some detergent on it and shove it in a washing machine,” Nadine rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but...”

“Butt indeed,” Uly said. “Hurry up with the laundry. I want dinner, Nadine.”

“The wings are marinating in the fridge. Can you go preheat the oven to 375?” Nadine asked. She looked around but Tabitha and Uly had gone. She grabbed some paper towel and patted down the bare mattress. Good, the sheets and blankets had come off soon enough. Now she just had to make the bed and a salad to go with the wings.

Heath washed Aislin’s hair as she sat awkwardly on the floor of the tub. She had felt the need to take an extra strength ibuprofen. The shower lightly rained over them. There was better water pressure downstairs.

“You feeling better?” Heath felt miserable. He had left her in this state even knowing he was hurting her. He was just trying to be on the same playing field as the girls. They took more. He took more. Except he saw what he had done.

“It’s a muscle,” Aislin said. “You gotta work it out. Put in the reps.”

“We gotta find a better way to do it,” Heath said. “Or we can just use condoms for the next few days. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It’s as close as we’re going to get,” Aislin said. “Everything’s locked down. We only have each other.”

“We have each other,” Heath said. “Not just only.”

“You’re so sweet,” Aislin said. When she pulled his hand down from her hair and leaned her cheek against it, her heart fluttered. She smiled. Holy shit. She was falling in love! Yes! Yes! She was falling in love! “I love you, Heath.”

“I love you too.” he kissed her other cheek. “You ready to get out? You heard Nadine, wings!”

“Nadine...” Aislin said with a frown. “Maybe I’ll make dinner tomorrow.”

“Hopefully you can do better than Kraft Dinner and hot dogs,” he laughed.

“What the fuck? What’s that mean?”

“Like me and Tabby. That first night,” Heath said. “Aislin.”

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m just ... Nadine’s the maid, right?”

“That’s the role she’s doing,” he said. “We don’t actually pay her to be a maid.”

“And Tabitha and Uly ... They’re what?”

“Friends?”

“Yeah ... We’ll use more lube tonight,” Aislin said.

Heath didn’t want to put Aislin’s pain on his conscience again. He frowned. “Maybe we can try the condoms again?”

Aislin kissed his hand. Dammit. Why’d he have to be so big? She couldn’t let him hate it. She’d have to give more head.

Uly hadn’t preheated the oven. Nadine felt bad having to tell Heath and Aislin they still had to wait another fifteen minutes for supper. Tabitha and Uly were already in the dining room. Nadine opened a wine bottle. She didn’t bring a glass for Uly. Heath had wanted her to stop drinking. Nadine felt her step lighten as she did what Heath had asked.

“So, I made a lime and pepper rub. There’s also some plain ones and whatever dipping sauces were in the fridge if you want something else,” Nadine carried in the bottle and tray and found she wasn’t interrupting anything. “We also have a nice bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.”

“Thank you,” Heath said. “They smell amazing.”

“Thank you,” Nadine said. The girls followed Heath’s lead and thanked Nadine perfunctorily as well.

“Let me help you!” Aislin jumped up from her seat next to Heath and beat Nadine out of the dining room and into the kitchen. She was pacing and watching the door when Nadine came back.

“I can’t ask Uly and Tabby’s about as useful as tits on a bull,” Aislin whispered as Nadine walked around the blonde and collected the wine glasses.

“What?” Nadine asked.

“It’s about Heath,” Aislin said.

“More lube, and have him use two fingers on different hands when he’s easing you open.” Nadine tried to remember Uly’s advice on anal. Arthur had never put in the effort with her. Nadine was more of an often but vanilla kind of girl. “And work it out for much longer before he tries again.”

“Oh, thank you. That might work,” Aislin sighed. “I can’t believe what I was going to ask. I wasn’t planning on asking it, but Uly’s ... I miss her drinking. I didn’t have to worry about her so much.”

“Happy to help,” Nadine said, avoiding the topic of Uly’s drinking. “Heath’s done so much for us, it’s the least I can do to keep the house happy.”

“It is...” Aislin agreed. Her mind started turning again. She was already clenching her butt in worry. There was always Tabitha. “C’mon! Food!”

Uly stretched out on the couch, watching Heath shirtlessly lifting weights. He had been wearing a tank top but the right “oohs” “aahs” and “you know what’d be hots?” had convinced him to go on display. Uly liked muscles. Most of the guys she used to salivate over for were another twenty pounds of muscle than Heath. But she wasn’t trying to fuck them right that minute. It was going to be great.

Heath had hoped that things would’ve calmed down after dinner. Uly was the only one who hadn’t been drinking and Tabitha wasn’t used to alcohol.

“But it’s not fair! You even set me up with him! I wanna turn!” Tabitha had shouted into the middle of a conversation about how everyone’s family was doing. What had even set her off? Aislin picking up Heath’s hand when she said her family was all safe and healthy?

It was fair. Heath thought. He and Aislin loved each other. You didn’t get to sleep with another girl’s boyfriend out of fairness. Only out of unfairness. Goddammit. Uly was talking again.

“You should work on your glutes,” Uly purred. “You don’t want to start skipping leg day with a bottom half like that.”

You know what wasn’t fair, Heath? I don’t know Heath, why don’t you tell me. Thank you Heath, I’d be happy to. Heath ground his teeth and kept going for another twenty reps beyond his plans. It’s unfair to keep indulging everyone. Isn’t it your own fault, Heath, that you’re preening for Uly? That you’re leaving the door open? Fire isn’t going to throw gasoline on itself.

We’re all stuck here. Nadine’s not your maid. Tabitha’s not your showgirl. Uly’s not your hypeman. Hypewoman. Hypeperson. Hypechick.

Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

A job isn’t done until it’s done. He thought as he finished his over-reps and put the heaviest weights back on the pyramid. He grabbed his tank top and headed upstairs.

“Mmm...” Uly said good-bye to his ass, hungrily.

Heath closed the door behind him.

Uly catapulted out of the couch and tiptoed up the stairs. He was going for a shower. He’d be upstairs. It was time to move. The basement door swung hard open and Uly had to swayback to dodge. She flailed but grabbed the railing. Tabitha thundered down ignoring Uly’s near misstep.

“I’m such an idiot!” Tabitha sobbed. “I’m so sorry!” She was kicking the couch. She needed to talk. No. She needed to get laid. Uly shut the basement door and hoped it’d keep Tabitha’s noise from interrupting.

“She OK?” Nadine asked. “I tried cheering her up but she didn’t want to do her hair or something and I didn’t want to watch Beauty and the Beast again.”

“Heath’s cracking,” Uly said. “Where’s Aislin?”

“Did I really have to tell her that butt-stuff stuff?” Nadine said.

“Do you want her to go to the hospital with a busted ass?” Uly scowled. “Aren’t we flattening the curve?”

“Wow, yeah, OK,” Nadine said. “I don’t want to see her hurt.”

“Hurt any worse,” Uly reached over and ran fingers through Nadine’s hair. “Do you like ponytails?”

“For exercise and shit,” Nadine flipped her metallic blue waves. “My face is better framed and it brings out my eyes better if--”

“If we had one of those frilly French maid hairbands...” Uly said. “Go get your apron and I’ll go find you the stuff you need.”

“Another date night?”

“We’re skipping the date and going straight to the fucking,” Uly said. “It’s time. As soon as Aislin starts floundering trying to fuck her control onto him.”

“And Tabitha?”

“I’ll take care of her as soon as you’re on your back,” Uly said. “Once we get this ball rolling, we’re going to be rolling in balls.”

“You’re not an orator,” Nadine said.

“Shut up and get your apron,” Uly said. “Oh and ditch you’re fucking bra.”

Aislin was washing her butthole for a third time. The ache from yesterday was gone. Thank god for Nadine, otherwise this wasn’t worth doing without first starving herself for three days. She rubbed the sponge up and down and nearly jumped out of her skin as Heath walked in behind her.

“Hey, still store?” he asked, with genuine worry.

“No,” Aislin said. “Getting ready for tonight.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Heath said. “I don’t want to hear you crying again.”

“I didn’t cry!” Aislin snapped. “Sorry. I mean, there were a few tears. I get those when I--” She pantomimed sucking Heath’s cock. “That’s what the runny mascara is for. Do you like it?”

“I like it before it runs,” Heath said.

“Oh,” Aislin laughed. “You get to see how much of a man you are. It’s great.”

Heath didn’t answer. He tossed his tank top and shorts at the laundry hamper and climbed into the shower. “You wanna join me?”

“No, I’ll get this ready and you can meet me in bed,” Aislin said, cheerily.

“Really, Aislin, It’s OK. We can miss a night.”

“Why should we?” Aislin said. Miss a night? He had a cock that went five times a day for two weeks straight. Because a boy with an erection could ignore three hovering sexy vultures. No scavenger was stealing Aislin’s hard won kill. She grimaced. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Heath would’ve had to have been deaf, dumb, and stupid not to catch the undercurrent in Aislin’s voice. She was doing something, probably sparing his feelings. That didn’t matter. He didn’t like hurting her. He wasn’t going to do it. He scrubbed and washed his hair with near violence. She’d listen, when it was face to face, when there wasn’t a curtain stuck between them. He just had to look her in the eye.

She smeared her butthole and then poked herself with one finger. She flinched up on her left tiptoes and straightened her right leg. There was self warming lube! Why hadn’t she specified that? The stuff warmed up with her body heat and a bit of friction. A lot of friction. She found the courage she was running from in another big dollop and twisted in two fingers.

She was looking into the mirror, the fog from Heath’s shower was beginning to obscure her twisted smile. What’d Nadine say? A finger from both hands.

She was pulling herself apart. She gasped once or twice. Her nose crinkled and she tried to pull it back into her face like Voldemort. She let out a long held breath. Pull!

“Aislin, don’t do anything that’ll really hurt,” Heath said.

“A little bit of hurt is fun,” she said, on a long breath. How big was he? Like this? She could feel how far apart her hands were, she must’ve pulled too much! Hopefully! Please! She couldn’t crack the fear of not enough. More lube. It actually wasn’t so bad now. Throw in his breath on the back of her neck? She could come to love this. She was getting hot now. She reached around and nearly touched her pussy. She caught herself and washed off her fingers quickly. Ew.

“Almost done in there?” she asked. She turned and saw him coming out of the steam. His muscles glistened. Her toes rippled in the bathmat before the sink. She watched him drip onto the floor as he grabbed a towel from the rack. Maybe she shouldn’t have stolen the bathmat? No, the floor was cold.

“Aislin, I--”

“I’m ready to go!” She skipped over and jumped into his arms. “Take me to bed!”

He leaned down and kissed her. His wet hair dripping over her face. “I’m serious, Aislin. I--”

“Now!” She lowered her voice and rippled the next words out over her baiting tone. “I need you to: Fuck. Me.”

He felt remorse at the words. He tried to feel good about it. She was suffering for him, right? But he remembered how greedy and pushy she had been the night before. He remembered her struggling with the pain and still going and not letting him stop. He had tried to ignore the masochist in her. He had tried treating her the way he felt he had been treated all quarantine. It had left him hollow.

No. Not again. Tonight, he was going to treat her the way he wanted himself to be treated.

He did carry her to the bed. He laid her out and brushed her hair from her face. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her throat. She knitted her fingers into his hair. He kissed her collarbone, her breastbone, her breasts. She reached down into the quilted comforter and pushed to roll herself over.

“No,” he said. Grabbing her thigh and holding her down as he kissed her nipples, her stomach, her thighs.

“Baby, I--”

He forced her still again. He spread open her legs. She pushed herself up on her elbows.

“I told you it’s not safe and--”

He started kissing closer to her pussy, up the folds of her lips, right above her clit.

“Oh wow! Yes please! But please don’t put your cock in!” she said. She almost hated herself for keeping a clear head. She was wet, sensitive, and ready for him.

He filled his nose with her light spicy scent and put his lips and tongue against her clit. He had given himself a job to do. He didn’t think of putting his cock in.

“Eat me!” Aislin shouted.

Heath had a moment of thought. He turned his head to the open bedroom door. Treat Aislin how he wanted to be treated. Lead by example. Aislin wasn’t the only--

“Don’t stop what you started!” Aislin pleaded. She grabbed his hair and swung her hips up to meet the face she forcibly turned towards her.

Getting slapped in the ear by Aislin’s thigh wasn’t fun. His ear rang for a few heartbeats but that wasn’t enough reason to slow down. He grabbed her ass. His fingers slid through the truckload of lubricant that ringed her asshole. It took this much? It was so dangerous.

He slid his hand up her thighs and pushed Aislin back on herself. He focused on her red sex. She tasted good. Eating pussy, feeling her flex and hearing her pant, rippled confidence down his shoulders. He was a god here and she shook in awe of him.

“Oh my god!” Aislin was whimpering quickly. Her knees were squeezing her tits together. She had a good look at her curling toes. She had long since lost her grip on Heath’s hair. She tugged up the blankets and waved side to side. He kept going. Yes! “Yes! Fuck yes!”

A cum hit her quickly. The force and spasms seemed to knock everything loose. Was her tongue always this big? This dry? She screwed up Heath’s name. He kept licking, sucking, and twisting up her flesh.

“Oh god!” Her voice split the house like Zeus’s thunderbolt. “Motherfucker! Heath, baby! I love you!”

She felt giddy as he plucked her again. She twisted, kicking her right leg off to the side. He had let go of his controlling hand (oh my god was it sexy to be contained like that!) to start slipping his fingers inside of her. Aislin squealed as his fingertips circled the top of her pussy. She came and flushed her proof all over his jaw.

Heath kept working her until she stopped slapping his shoulder with her wild leg. He eased her down, bringing her to a gentle landing. He pushed her thigh down and began kissing his way back up her. He crossed her belly, which still flinched with spasms. He loitered on her breasts, still heaving with great big lung-filling breaths. He teased her throat, which hummed with her low thankful voice. He was over her, about to kiss her lips, when her eyes flew wide.

“No!” she said, stopping him. The slap against his pectoral didn’t help either. She struggled, twisting and kicking as she tried to roll face down underneath him.

“Aislin, stop!” he said.

She didn’t. She dragged her leg across his knees until she was on her hip with both legs on his right. It was a struggle to move under him. But, she had a touch of divine inspiration. She kinked her knees to her chest and rubbed her prepared ass towards his retreating cock.

“Aislin,” Heath said, sharply, “Stop...” He brushed her hair from her face and twisted her chin so she’d see his eyes. “Please. I don’t want that fuck up again.”