“Oh Jesus Jai!”
“What?” His voice bounced around the tiled room. His back was to me, a hand pressed to the wall as he leaned forward and over.
“It’s called closing a door,” I snapped. Yes, I could’ve reached over and pulled the door shut myself but instead I stood in the way and glared at him.
Really? Was it a boy thing to go to the toilet with the door wide open and not care who saw? Was that how they could go behind a tree? Girls had to undress further and squat, so there was a very practical reason why we don’t like having an audience. Or maybe it was my inner prude that made me want the barrier of a door.
Jai finished his business, washed his hands and moved to stand in front of me. “I was taking a leak, not shaving my nut sack.”
That made me laugh and relax my shoulders a little. “Of course that would be the worst thing to walk in on.”
He leaned down so we were eye level. His eyes twinkled. “You’re more than welcomed to watch that if you like, but don’t do anything to surprise me. A startled lad with a razor in a delicate area can result in something terrible.”
I couldn’t resist. Moving in I slipped my thigh in between his legs and pressed it up until I heard him moan in the back of his throat. “It would be terrible if these were damaged. Then I couldn’t play with them.”
Not even a second after the words had left my mouth his hands were on my hips and mouth plastered to my neck. I gasped in pleasure.
Then asked, “Since when do you shave your balls?”
The second time...
“I really need to pee,” the door slammed, rushing forward I threw the toilet seat down, shoved my knickers to my ankles and hiked up my skirt. The cool plastic seat felt amazing under my thighs, but it wasn’t until that rush of hot urine leaving my body did I finally feel relief.
And then I noticed Jai was inside the bathroom, watching me. “You seem very serious about the closed door policy?” He asked around a mouthful of toothpaste.
My face began to burn. I had been so focused on finding my release that I didn’t even stop to worry that this would be the first time since I was a toddler that I was peeing in front of someone. “Um.”
He chuckled. “It’s alright. Don’t feel bad about doing something that is natural.”
I poked out my tongue. “I don’t feel bad... just embarrassed.”
Now, how long would I have to sit there like an idiot for him to finish and leave so I could complete my mission? Probably longer than was socially acceptable. Come on Cecelia, woman up and just do it, you guys are a couple and there is nothing more intimate than using the bathroom in front of each other.
Taking a deep breath I pulled paper from the roll.
The third time...
My cramps were killing me. If I tried to straighten up then it made them seize up further. Through gritted teeth I moved to the bathroom. “Ugh!” My hand shot out to grip the edge of the vanity. That had been a strong one.
“Are you alright?” Jai poked his head in. “What’s wrong?”
I glared at him. “Menstrual cramps.”
Without another word he disappeared from my sight. Half a minute later as I was rummaging through the draw he re-appeared. “Here,” he passed me two white tablets. “Put these in your mouth.”
“Drugs? I feel I should say no to this pressure, but you’re my boyfriend and will most likely kick me out if I don’t comply.” I gave him a cheeky grin, fighting the pain in my belly, not letting it ruin my time with Jai.
“It’s a painkiller, goody-two-shoes.” Jai teased me back and held out his out hand. “Put the tablets in that pretty mouth and drink this water.”
This month seemed to be a bad case of cramping. If I didn’t hurry up and swallow what was on offer then I would be on the floor rolling and crying. I did as I was told. Placing the glass to the side I reached in to the draw. “Thanks for that, but um, can you please close the door?”
Jai tilted his head to the side. “I thought we no longer had a closed door policy.”
He was right. Through some sort of insanity I had become less of a prude and left the door opened as I needed the bathroom. Showering was much more fun that way, defecating was and still is, uncomfortable, but this last thing was something completely different and would be more painful for him to witness. “Yes, we have come to an understanding. However, I need to change my tampon.”
Jai straightened in the doorway and visibly swallowed. Clear discomfort, I knew it. He wouldn’t be able to handle pure exposure to all aspects of being female. Yes he could watch me shave my legs. Yes he smelt me when I farted. No he couldn’t handle a cotton dipstick being removed from my vagina after it had moped up a crime scene worth of blood and then being replaced by another pristine white tampon.
“Are you sure?” I was unsettled by this desire now.
Taking a deep breath, I moved into position.