Tipping Point -- Chapter 2: Bathroom Abuse

“Kiss me”, she requests.

He bends down a few inches. She takes his hands in hers. Their lips meet as their fingers intertwine. Their lips smack once. Twice. Her tongue darts into his mouth and dances around his tongue.

One of her hands escapes his grasp. He feels a tug on the string on his weenie. He feels the bow tie come undone.

Slowly the sounding rod slides out of his little weenie causing his hips to jerk. The metallic object ricochets off the floor with a clang and slides across the shower floor.

With her hand on face, she pushes him back from her lips. His eyes open. With that same hand she pushes her index finger into his mouth. He licks and suck her digit. She stares at with a welcoming smile. She finger fucks his mouth. Her finger slides over his tongue as he purposefully lick her offering. Her eyes shine. Drops of water fall from her jaw.

Her other hand reaches up between his legs. Her fingers slides between his cheeks. He tightens in anticipation. She slide her finger back and forth across the entrance to his pussy.

“You do have a great ass. You are really going to be such a lovely woman, after I am done you”, She speculates, “But, I wonder... How many guys have already laid into your lovely little pussy?” She slides her fingers away from his hole. She pulls her finger from his mouth and folds her arms across her chest. He looks away from her penetrating stare.
“Answer me, Lindsay.”
He looks at the wall. Watching the water trickle down, he speak.

“Six.”
She uses her hand to make him look at her face.
“How many?”
“Six.”
A look of disappointment turns her smile into a scowl.
“If you are going go to be my bitch, you should be a virgin.”
To himself, “Is she toying with me or is she fuckin' serious?”
“Six.... That is too many.”
To himself, “Would she really turn me away here and now because of the number of men I've been with?”
“It's just too bad, really.”
Her face was a blank slate. He looked into her eyes and saw indifference. His jaw dropped. The sound of the each drop of water hitting the floor happened in slow motion.