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Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.
This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.
Casual Kevin
Now, let me paint you a picture. The bathroom in Kevin’s place was tiny, just enough room for a pedestal sink, a toilet, and a shower stall. We were wedged between the toilet and the tub, a precarious, sweaty tangle of limbs on the surprisingly cold tiles, making all the noise two people in that situation tend to make. We were less than discreet. My hair was probably a bird’s nest, and I’m quite certain my normally perfect makeup was smeared all over my face.
Then, the world tilted. A faint click, distinct above the enthusiastic thudding. It was the sound of a key turning in a lock. Kevin, mid-groan, froze. My eyes, wide as dinner plates, met his. The bathroom door, which we, in our infinite wisdom, had not bothered to lock, began to swing inward. Slowly. Oh-so-slowly. And there she was. Honey.
She stood in the doorway, a canvas tote bag slung over her shoulder, still wearing her sensible driving shoes. Her mouth, which had clearly been about to utter some cheerful greeting, simply hung open. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were now glacial, darting from Kevin’s horrified, naked face to my own equally horrified, equally naked form, and finally to our incredibly compromising position on the bathroom floor.
I felt Kevin’s dick shrivel inside of me before he pulled out and got down on his knees, begging for Honey’s forgiveness as I stood up, rolled my eyes and walked out.
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