Jamie leaned in close, kissed me and whispered;
"Are you ready for me, baby?" I shivered as her fingers gently stroked my clit and I nodded.
"I want you from behind." She said, this time loud enough for the camera to pick it up. I dutifully got up from under her and got on my hands and knees for her and spread my legs. Jamie reached for the bottle of lube and then I felt the silicon tip of her strap-on rub against my waiting lips. I took a deep breath and then suddenly she entered me.
We'd tried it for the first time two days earlier; I'd been sceptical -- I'd discovered I liked vibrators but dildos didn't do much for me. Well, this was different. It wasn't the actual strap-on so much as Jamie doing it.
In short, I guess I just liked getting fucked, and if it was Jamie then all the better.
As she eased her way inside me I moaned in genuine pleasure -- the dildo inching its way into me. Jamie had picked it out for us and had chosen a pretty realistic one; flesh-coloured and moulded with veins and a pronounced 'head'. I'd thought it was very strange when she unboxed it with me but like I said -- it grew on me very quickly.
I placed my chest on the bed and pushed my ass towards her, wanting more of 'her' in me. She ran her hands up my back and back down, grasping my waist and used it to push deeper.
"Mmm you've got such a sweet body, hun." She said and I whimpered in response.
"I... love... having you... in me..." I managed and suddenly she slowed her thrusting, pulled out and then slowly pushed the entire length of the strap-on back into me. I felt the straps holding it on to Jamie touch by bare ass and let out a long, deep moan, burying my head in the sheets.
Jamie fucked me for several more minutes before I came. She pulled out of me and the dildo was glistening from my juices. After letting me catch my breath we made out before smiling at the camera and saying goodbye to our fans.
Jamie turned the camera off, undid the straps and jumped back into bed, spreading her legs.
"Eat me, pretty please?" she said in a mock voice. And so I did.
The next morning I woke up to a text -- Jamie had an early shift so we didn't spend the night together.
>Hey, sorry to wake you but does your shower work? Mine's out."< I quickly checked but mine was bust, too.
>sorry, no. Water problem?<
>Probably. Fuck. Can u call landlord? I have to hurry and shower at work -- fuck.<
I called the number which didn't actually go to our landlord, Rob, but to his contractor directly. Rob had set it up so that his tenants called them directly. Rob had done this because Rob was a cheap and lazy bastard. At least according to Jamie and I was inclined to agree. They said they'd be out to check on it 'immediately'.
'Immediately' turned out to be contractor code for 'the next day'. A guy showed up, poked around in our bathrooms for a bit then said there was something wrong with the water pressure -- the floor below us had problems but not as bad as us. The shower basically did nothing, the faucets did produce a tiny trickle of water -- took a minute to fill up a glass of water. The toilets did refill (thank
god
!) but veeery slowly.
How long would it take to fix, I asked. The answer I got was... not what I was hoping for, let's just say.
Specifically, one to two weeks.
Yeah.
Jamie could shower at work -- which wasn't fun for her, but at least something and more than I had. I very timidly asked one of my downstairs neighbours but the truth was their pressure wasn't all that much better -- they couldn't really shower either.
I did my best with water from the sink and sponges -- I won't gross you out with too much detail, just suffice to say I after three days I was feeling pretty disgusting.
I was heading out to pick up some dry shampoo and more water bottles on the third day of this when I ran into Toby again. He came down the stairs at the same time as I was locking my door.
"Hey Beth!" he called out cheerily. I had really hoped to not run into anyone I knew right then, although realistically I was hardly gonna be able to keep that up for two weeks.
"Hey Toby."
"How are you?"
"Good, all things considering."
"Oh that sounds bad." He said, sounding concerned but I shot a smile at him.
"Oh I just mean with the water."
"Water?" he looked confused. "What water?"
"The... the water being out?"
"The water's out? Since when?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Since three days ago." It was his turn to look confused.
"Mine isn't."
"It isn't?"
"No. Works fine."
"Wait, really?" Toby nodded.
"Sure. Did you talk to my, erm... did you call the landlord?"
"I talked to the contractor and they said they would fix in the next two weeks."
"Ouch, that sucks." Toby said, then slowly added; "Would... I mean can I help, would you -- if you need a shower or something?" I felt awkward, of course -- I didn't want to shower at a stranger's place. But
god
did I want to shower.
"I would kill for a shower, to tell you the truth."
"Well, I was only just headed out to run a quick errand but I'll be back in, like, ten minutes." I told him I'd come by his place in fifteen. I'm sure he must have blushed but if he did I didn't notice.
Twenty minutes later I walked up the one flight of stairs with a towel and my accessories in a small bag. Toby was in 5B and I knocked carefully. Toby opened with a nervous smile and let me in.
It took me a moment to register, but shortly after walking inside I realised something was off. I had expected his apartment to be essentially identical to mine and Jamie's but it was noticeably different in one respect.
It was
huge
. Taking it in I figured out what was going; Toby lived in 5B, which was the apartment directly above mine, and 5C would be the one directly above Jamie's -- except there wasn't a 5C. Toby's apartment was mine and Jamie's apartments put together; the walls separating them had been opened up and instead of a two-bedroom apartment Toby had a three bedroom apartment with an actual separate kitchen, to boot. And, I assumed, they'd installed a separate water line for just this apartment.
That wasn't all though; as I glanced into the kitchen I saw beautiful, dark-tiled floors and mahogany countertops. Unlike mine and Jamie's the walls looked like they'd been painted sometime in the last five years (or twenty for ours, really). The doors seemed new and as I very carefully peaked into one of the rooms I saw carpeted floors.
To put it simply, Toby's apartment looked
way
too nice for the rest of this building.
