"It's raining. What now?" Rose asked.
"Can I stay in your room until the rain stops?" Dylan requested.
She sighed. "Fine, come on" She guided him on the stairs and took him to her room on the third floor. Inside, she let him sit on her bed because she only had one chair. "Here, drink some water." she said, handing him the glass.
He drank it all up.
"How did you get here?" she asked.
"I took a cab and told the driver to take me to Horde street. I forgot I didn't know your apartment address." he answered.
"Why do you have red marks on your face and neck? Did you get into a fight?" She noticed.
"Really?" he asked, rubbing his cheek.
She went closer to him and wiped the marks with her thumb. "Wait a minute. Is this lipstick?" she asked suspiciously.
Dylan realized he got the marks from the strippers at the club. He felt a bit embarrassed.
"Have you been to another place? ...Coz if not, I'll assume you had an intense kissing scene with the cab driver who took you here." she told him in a serious tone.
He became more ashamed.
She noticed it. "Fine, if you don't want to admit it." she said as she walked back to the chair.
Dylan remained quiet.
"Just let me know if you want to go home. I'll get dressed and get you a cab." she told him.
He raised his head. "Get dressed?" he asked in a confused tone.
"Yeah, I won't go out there naked, will I?" she blurted.
"You're... You're naked? ...Right now?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"I'm always naked when I'm here in my apartment. It saves me money on laundry." she reasoned.
"Rose, you're with a guy. I may be blind, but I'm still a guy." he said in a tense voice. Oddly, he began to sweat.
"Yeah, you're a guy, but with or without clothes, that won't change the fact you can't see me." she replied.
He looked down. His breathing suddenly became heavier. "I think it's better if you didn't tell me you're naked." he said in an unrelaxed tone.
"Hmm? Why? Did it make you uncomfortable?" she questioned.
"I'm... I'm thirsty, okay?" he admitted.
"Oh, do you want another glass of water?" she asked.
"No. That's not what I mean." he replied in an unrelaxed manner.
"You said you're thirsty. What else could it be?" she asked. Her forehead furrowed in confusion.
"It's a guy thing, okay? When we say we're thirsty, it means we want... we want... body contact." He struggled to explain.
"Body contact? ...You mean, like touching?" she asked. She was still in the process of understanding what he was trying to say.
"Yes, or... you know, kissing... and then the next thing after that." he specified. He could feel his body was calling for another body, but he still maintained a calm posture.
"There's an old lady next door. Do you want me to call her?" she teased, but in a serious tone.
"That's not funny." he said in an upset voice.
"What do you want now? You want me to kiss you?" she joked.
"Yes" he answered out of desperateness.
She was taken aback. "Hey, I'm just kidding."
He lowered his head down again. "Forget it"
Rose could see misery and disappointment all over his face.
After a few minutes of silence, he felt her hands on his face.
"Okay, I will only do it one time. I really don't know how. This is my first time, so be contented with how I do it." she told him.
"Are we going to kiss?" he clarified in a surprised tone.
"Yes, because you look pathetic, and I really don't understand why." she answered.
"Really?" he gasped. He stretched his arms and traced her waist. "Hey, why you're not naked anymore?" he asked when he felt her clothes.
"Why? Are you planning to do something else?" she asked suspiciously.
"No, I just... I just think it'll be more... real if you're naked." he reasoned in a tense manner.
"Do you want a kiss or not?" she asked impatiently.
"All right, fine. Let's do it." He gave up.
"I saw two people kissing on the stairs outside a few days ago. I'll try to copy what the woman did." she told him.
He nodded.
"Okay, close your eyes" she said.
"Is that a joke? You know my eyes have always been closed since the first day we met." he blurted.
"Oh, yeah... Okay, here we go." She slowly bent forward and gently kissed him.
When he felt her soft and thin lips against his, eagerness rose inside of him. He held her tighter and took control of her. He moved his mouth roughly and used his tongue.
It didn't take long, he got fully succumbed by temptation. His hands began to creep down.
When she felt them, she let go of his lips and gave him a light slap in the face. "Your hands are on my butt." she told him.
"Sorry" he said, moving them away. "Let's do it again." he demanded eagerly.
"You want more?" she asked. She was shocked by how strong his thirst for pleasure was.
"Yes. I promise I won't touch you again." he answered. Desire was too obvious all over his face.
Although Rose was hesitant to do another kiss with him, she gave it a go thinking that feeling was normal for other people. After she let out a deep breath, she put her lips against his again.
He played with them and gave her more tongue actions. He was so taken, he lost control again. His hands crawled inside her shirt.
When she felt what he was trying to do, she moved her head away and gave him another light slap. "Okay, that's enough"
"Wait" he grabbed her arms. "Can't you feel it?" he asked.
"Feel what?" she asked back.
"Aren't you aroused or attracted? Don't you want to do more?" he asked in a desperate and serious tone.
"What are you talking about? I feel completely normal. Like what I feel every day." she answered.
He sighed. "Okay" He got up from the bed and took off his clothes one by one.
Rose was shocked. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"You were naked in front of me earlier. I just want to be fair with you." he told her.
"Your case is different from mine. My eyes can see." she argued.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.
"What the fuck... Hey, stop it! I told you I don't want to see your freaking dick!" she fumed.
"Oh, you're about to see it now." After he kicked off his jeans, he pulled his boxers down.
"Oh my god... Ugh, that's gross." she reacted, seeing it pointing at her.
"Now, tell me... Are you still not aroused? Don't you still want to have sex with me?" he asked. He was ashamed, but his eagerness was controling him.
"So this is about sex." she said. There was disgust and annoyance in her tone.
"Yes. That's what I meant when I said I was thirsty. I wasn't asking for another glass of water. I want sex, Rose. That's what I need right now." he clarified desperately.
"Well, I'm sorry. You're with the wrong person right now. I told you this before. I'm not interested in that thing. I'm different, Dylan." she told him firmly.
"Are you really serious right now? I'm completely naked in front of you." he asked one more time.
"Yes, I am, and even if you stay naked until morning, I will not be... What was that again? ...Aroused?" she answered in a serious tone.
Dylan let out a deep breath, then he bit his lower lip. He knew at that moment he would not get what he wanted. "Fine, I'll stay naked until morning." He traced his way back to the bed and slumped down.
"What are you doing now? ...No, you can't stay here." she protested, sounding very irritated. "That's my place. I only have one bed. Where will I sleep?" she asked in an annoyed tone.
"If you want to sleep with me in this bed, I will make a space for you." he answered.
Rose grabbed a pillow and hit his face with it. "You're a dick-head!"
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In the morning, Dylan woke up early. He wasn't aware of where he was in the first few seconds since he opened his eyes. When he noticed he was naked, his senses returned to him.
Everything he remembered was not a dream. Extreme embarrassment engulfed him when he realized that. He quickly pulled the blanket and covered his face with it.
"Hey, dick-head. I know you're awake." Rose spoke.
When he heard her voice, his shame grew even more. He slowly rose from the bed while covering his chest with the blanket like as if he was sexually harassed.
"G-Good morning" he greeted in a tense voice.
"What's good in the morning? I slept on the floor in my own apartment because of you." she said in an upset tone. She was still very mad at him.
"Sorry, I lost control of myself last night." he reasoned.
She could see guilt on his face.
"You won't quit your job, will you?" he asked when he didn't hear a response from her.
She remained quiet.
"Hey, Rose" he called in a worried tone. "I'm really sorry. It won't happen again, I promise... Go ahead. Hit me if you want." he offered willingly.
He waited for an answer, but she still didn't say anything. He was about to speak again, when a soft object landed hard on his face. He was still recovering from it when another strike hit him again. He knew it was a pillow and it was her who's doing it.
"What... makes... you think... I want... to put... your freaking dick... inside... my mouth... Asshole!" she raged with emphasis as she was hitting him repeatedly.
When she got tired, she stopped.
Dylan could hear her breathing heavily. "Are you done?" he asked. Then, another whip came straight to his face. It was very strong, he fell back to the bed.
"Yes, I'm done." she answered.
He rose again as he was rubbing his face. "That hurts." he murmured, then he felt something fell on his lap.
"Get dressed. I'll take you home now." she told him in a strict voice.
He pouted. "Hey, are we cool now?"
"You're lucky because I badly need money right now, but if you do this again, find another nanny. I suggest you get yourself a hooker that time." she answered in an upset tone.
He was offended, but it was his guilt that dominated him. Without saying more, he put his clothes back on sulking.
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