Dirty Seduction

I knew he wasn’t anywhere near done yet when his cock stood proud as soon as we were under the flow. The water stole away the mess until we were pure skin again, but I didn’t want that. I wanted to be dirty, dirty, dirty. I told him so.

“Steady on,” he said. “I’ll get you plenty dirty, don’t worry about that. We’ve got a long, long road ahead.”

I prayed so. Even the idea of being without him would tear me to pieces.

We fucked again with me pinned against the tiles. He slapped my ass for being such a naughty girl, and I whimpered for more under the steam. There was nothing, NOTHING, I didn’t want from him. Nothing that would ever turn me off. Nothing I wouldn’t take if it was offered it was all down to him.

My filthy saviour.

My kinky addict.

My hero.

“Oh shit, I just remembered something,” he said. “Stay right there.” He dashed out of the shower and returned a minute later.

“Got you this,” he said and handed me a bottle with a grin on his face.

Bubble gum scented body wash, with a unicorn on the front.

I couldn’t help laughing.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said and washed my hair for the second time that day, and my glasses were scrubbed clean by body wash, along with the rest of me. We were both wrapped in nothing but token towels when we finished up in the bathroom, still laughing together as we cleaned up the carnage at the dining table. I even loved the domesticities with Julian in this place. In some ways they were the nicest moments of all.

Home.

Julian was my home now.

I wiped up as he washed the dishes, enjoying the ease of his company as he talked me through the intricacies of beef wellington, and the beauties of creamy sex.

“I’m so spoiled,” I told him. “Roses, champagne, top-class cheffing… bubble gum, unicorns, and your cock in my ass.”

“You deserve it.” He grinned. “Especially my cock in your ass. You’re the most amazing, dirty princess there could be.”

He was the amazing one. I just wanted to live up to his wants. His needs. I only wished people would be able to see how well he treated me. How valued I felt every time I looked in his eyes. People wouldn’t care about that, though. All they would see was a huge age gap and a seedy old man preying on a naive little idiot.

The thoughts were already creeping in under my smiles as reality kicked in. I knew our quiet bliss was running out. Every second was one less before the chaos hit us.

Julian got himself a beer and made me a summer fruit gin and tonic. We were still in towels as he lit up one of his cigarettes at the window. The way he blew smoke out always kept me transfixed.

The night was still pretty young, all considered, but I didn’t want to go to bed yet. It felt like that really would be the end of the hidden bliss. We’d close our eyes for sleep, wake up, then find it was time to face the music. Trisha would have been snooping around Dine’s Green pretty hardcore by now to back up her case before she spread it around the estate like it was the God’s honest truth.

I voiced some thoughts out loud.

“Mum gets back early in the morning from her night shift,” I said. “Maybe I should be there when she gets back? I don’t want her to find out rumours from Trisha, because she will. Trisha will have been digging for ammunition all day. She’ll use whatever she can get as soon as she can get it.”

Julian started, upright.

“Shit, Rosie, I need to talk to you about that.”

He looked horrified, like he was about to reveal a huge crime.

“What?” I asked. “What do you need to talk to me about?”

He stubbed his cigarette out and joined me on the sofa, his towel still around his waist.

“I should have told you much sooner, I’m sorry,” he said. “I had an, um… encounter today, at the supermarket checkout.”

“An encounter?”

“With Trisha.”

Oh fuck. My stomach dropped.

“Ok, sure, right,” I blustered. “Did she say anything? Did she do anything?

I know she can be an asshole.”

My brain was whirring, trying to work through a zillion different spectacles as he took a breath.

“She wasn’t an asshole. Rude and over familiar, yes, but not an asshole. She did however see that I was purchasing some unusual supplies for a man living on his own. She passed some comments.”

“What supplies?”

“Things I was buying for you. Toiletries, mainly. She was clearly suspicious, and those suspicions were clearly pointed.” He sighed. “I’m truly sorry. I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t want to shatter the quiet time. I thought it might wait until morning.”

But it wouldn’t wait until morning. It never would if it was Trisha.

“I’d better check my phone,” I told him, and got to my feet, scouting out the room for it. Coffee table, no. Side of the sofa, no.

“My apologies again,” Julian said. “Rosie, sit down. I’m sure we’ll have a window, no? I just wanted to make you prepared for her.”

I was still looking for my phone. Windowsill, no… Ah, there it was, on the cabinet by the TV, and it was flashing. I had a message waiting for me.

Damn it. It wasn’t one message, it was five. All from Mum.

Julian must have seen my face drop. He shifted in his seat.

“Are you ok, sweetheart? What is it?”

I sat back down and handed him my phone, messages on screen.

“Trisha never holds back,” I said. “Even the slightest whiff of suspicion and she’d have been all over it like a rash. Sanitary towels and my hand on a banister rail may as well equal criminal evidence for her. Certainly worth gossip.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Poor Julian had underestimated Trisha’s small-mindedness. He was horrified. He looked from my face to the phone screen and back again.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so sorry,” he said again, and I felt shit for him. He would have had no idea how just a few short hours would lead to half of the estate speculating, not least my mum.

It seemed Trisha had done a good job with it. Mum’s messages were frantic.

Trisha saw you heading upstairs earlier, was that to Bertie? She saw Julian in the store and he was getting sanitary towels, and I know it’s your time of the month, Rosie. Be honest, are you up there? Are you fucking Julian?

Her last one said it all.

You are, aren’t you? So, are you coming down here or am I coming up there? Your choice, but you’d better make it soon. I just called in sick to work.

She’d sent it just twenty minutes ago, and she was still online. The tick came up next to her message as read, so this was it, she knew I’d seen it. Showdown time. Either in our apartment, or up here in Julian’s hallway. Which was it to be?

I looked at my hero, and he was so concerned for me that it made my heart sing, even in the looming chaos.

“Do you want me to be there with you?” he asked, but I shook my head and got to my feet.

“I can handle this. But it might be a long conversation, so don’t wait up for me. Get some sleep, because I likely won’t get any.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, smiling as though I was speaking the ridiculous for even suggesting it.

“Fat chance of that, sweetheart,” he said. “I’ll be waiting up for you all night.”