Shower
2031 Words
I have to apologize to Irene. This is the perfect chance. I must not let it slip.
“Irene,” I speak from behind. “Even if you don't want to talk to me, it's okay. I just want to say I'm sorry.”
She didn't speak or anything and just continues to stare at the experiment. I know she heard it clearly and just acts like she didn't hear. It's up to her to forgive me. But I don't expect her to. And I might not care if she doesn't. I said what I needed to say. I couldn't do more and Eli once told me to let things be as they are if I can't control them. I can't control what she feels, so I'll let her be.
All of that time we did our experiment, she and her friend didn't speak a single word to me. I felt everything is normal again just like when I didn't have a girlfriend. At the end of the day, in the afternoon, while I waited for Eli outside the campus, I feel so guilty. Did I put enough effort into my apology? I didn't! What should I do?
“Babe,” calls Eli from the exit.
She's smiling at me so I smile too. She walks by my side when we ride the jeepney. She decided that we should ride it so we could save some money. She's thinking about it now. That's good. She looks at her phone while the jeepney is running. Her hair is waving on my face and it somehow irritates me. I grab them and she notices.
“Oh, sorry,” she apologizes, trying it loosely just to stop it from flying. Then she says, “Oh, there are so many hate reactions on the ranting post about us, alright. 761 at that.”
“Should we report them?”
“Normally, I would but- Never mind. It will just stress me out anyway.”
We arrive in the apartment and both of us are busy doing our homework at the short table at the back of the sofa. We sit on the floor. The table is littered with books and notes. She even uses her expensive laptop. My homework is about done and doesn't need anything but my phone. I do my documents using my phone.
“Ugh...,” she groans. “I'm hungry.”
“I'll make you a salad,” I say, standing up.
She focuses on her laptop and forgets to thank me but it's fine. I just rub her head with my palm while I pass by. Still, she focuses on her laptop. The fridge is so full but I guess we have to buy more ingredients for her salad. I grab what I need then prepare the salad in a bowl. I come back sitting beside her. Then with a pair of chopsticks, I feed her while she keeps typing. I'm almost done with my homework and I could get it done before going to bed later.
“So,” she speaks. “how was your day?”
“Fine.”
“How are you doing with Irene?”
“Well, the thing is...” She stops what she's doing and looks at me. “I tried to apologize to her but she didn't answer.”
“Well, if she doesn't want to forgive you, then fine.” She works on her laptop again, at the same time, I feed her. After chewing and swallowing, she asks, “How did you apologize to her?”
“I just told her ‘I'm sorry’.”
“She wants to make you put effort into it. Don't even.”
“I know but are we being too... I don't know... too plastic?”
She looks at me with a frown. “You saw the posts of those bast*rds said about us on Acebook, right? Who do you think encouraged them to do it?”
I thought about it but I don't think Irene would do that. “I'm not sure,” I answer.
“Tch,” she scoffs. “who else could it be? Even if she's not the one who did it, I'm sure that Reine did it. Also, Irene is letting it happen, so she's guilty of it too. We don't need anything from her. We can live without her. Don't even force yourself to talk to her.” She points at my face. “You understand?”
I swallow before saying, “I understand.”
“Good,” she nods, continuing to type on her laptop. “Those b*tches can trash talk us all they want until their salivas and vaganas run dry. I won't give a f*ck. I'm used to this kind of toxic society. This is normal in South Korea.”
“Yeah, I even heard that a K-pop artist killed herself because of it.”
“I know. What a terrible society we live in.”
“We should burn it down, then,” I joke, smiling and drawing my face near her.
“Let's invest in nuclear weapons and nuke the b*tches and motherf*ckers right in their a*ses.”
We chuckle, I kiss her cheek then we went silent. I continue feeding her while she continues doing her work. Once she's done with it, she uses her phone to contact the managers who run her businesses. She talks mostly in Japanese until she calls Luke.
Meanwhile, I clean the dishes as well as clean the whole place. It's the least I can do for letting me live with her. It feels like I'm a househusband. I kinda like it. I'm considering it. But no, it would be unmanly of me. I'm a man, I must work for both of us.
Then it's time for dinner. We cook together to prepare the food for both of us. Had some flirting while waiting for the food to cook then eat side by side at the table. She takes a shower before going to bed. After she's finished, it's my turn. I've been taking a bath before bed recently. It's because I have someone beside me when I sleep now. I have to be considerate from now on.
I come out of the bathroom and saw her already fell asleep. Her phone is still opened as she sleeps sideways. The AC is freezingly cold and she's not covering herself with a blanket. Her legs are glistening with the light from the ceiling.
After wearing my shirt, I get on the bed with her and cover her with a blanket. All the while, I open my phone and finish what I left off. Once I'm done, I close my eyes to sleep. I realize I can't. Something's bothering me, a feeling that I'm missing out. To do something to her? Touch her private parts? I'm her boyfriend so...
Wait... no, no, no. What if she gets angry with me? I might not be able to fix it. I'll just... embrace her while I sleep—that will ease my h*rniness. She is facing away from me so I lie sideways to the left—where she also faces. I reach for her hand and kiss her on the head. Yeah, it works... although, I'm getting a b*ner.
Months of our life in the same apartment continued. We wake up together, eat together, we go to school together, we have lunch break together, we go home together, we study together, we sleep together, we exercise together but the only thing we haven't done yet is taking a shower together. Of course, we had a bath together once but that doesn't count. We weren't n*ked.
Also, we haven't had s*x. It's really miraculous that we haven't done it although we have been cuddling all the time. Maybe it's because of me. I'm afraid to initiate. How could I not? What if she says no and sees me nothing more than a h*rny a*shole? That would result in a breakup. But... I noticed that she's not ashamed to sniff my used shirt right in front of me. But I agree, my new deodorant is kinda good... BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!!! I want to know if she wants to do it with me. I have to ask. I want to know! The problem is why the heck am I scared?!!
One day, just near the end of our school year, we just finished calling her parents. They seemed to look fine. It's evening and we need to sleep now. After taking a bath, of course.
“I'll go take a shower now, babe,” she smiles at me, getting off of the bed.
Then on the spot, I somehow gathered the confidence to ask, “Can we take a shower together?”
She gasps momentarily but clears her throat before turning to look at me, only to look away to the side. She bites her lip saying, “Let's go.” My pulse beat uncontrollably wild when she removes her clothes in front of me. All she has now is her bra and underwear. “But I'm not ready to show you everything yet.” She grins, turning and going inside the bathroom, leaving the door open.
I spring up two times—my feet so I could stand up and my d*ck because it's getting excited. Removing my shirt and shorts but still wearing my underwear, I enter the bathroom with her. I see that she's already in the shower. The water sprays, making so much noise. I see her smooth back flowing with water. I get in the shower with her and embrace her from behind, pressing my hard d*ck against her bum.
“Hey...,” she giggles. “You're rock-hard.”
“I couldn't help it,” I whisper.
“Well, control yourself.”
“What if I can't?” I ask near her ear.
“I will-”
“You will what?”
“Uh... never mind. Just help me wash my back.” She gives me the soap.
I rub the soap against her back while as I ask, “Where did your braveness go?” Then slowly, I rub it at her waist. “You're not seducing me anymore.”
“I was only joking-” I slip my hand under her bra. “Hey!!” she yells, slapping my arm. Her n*pples are tickling my palms.
“Just give it to me, babe.”
Just as she is about to answer, I squeeze a little tighter. “No- Uh... mhmm,” she breathes out that almost sounded like a moan. “O... okay,” she nods, stammering. “Only touching... No going... mhmm... further than that.”
“As you wish.”
I indulge myself, letting my hands do all the work. My d*ck is rock-hard. My chest is heaving and my heart is beating like a jackhammer. I remove her bra and she lets me caress her breast all I want. Then the sensation leads my right hand down there. I slip my hand under her panties.
She gasps out of surprise. “Hey...,” she moans. “don't-”
“You only said I can touch but you didn't say only your t*ts.”
“You... jerk-”
She stops talking when I start to rub. It's warmer down there. My middle finger is enjoying everything as it's the only one that can reach it well. Maybe it's because she's sensitive, she's bending forward and closing her legs to stop me from reaching it. I push her a*s using my crotch to straighten her up, all the while, feeling pleasure in my d*ck. We go on like this for a while and she just rests her head on my shoulder. We kiss that way. Then, she goes slipping her hand inside my pants. She grabs it tightly that I got surprised.
“It's bigger now,” she says, biting her lip and proceeds milking it with her hand.
“Of course, it is.”
She moans hard and I guess she's reaching her c****x. I rub harder as she too shakes mine harder.
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