Two days later I again stepped out of Toby's shower to find him nervously sitting on the couch, like he usually did. At first I just assumed he was a bit funny about having strangers in his bathroom but now Jamie had lodged the idea that he was into me firmly in my head. I still wasn't entirely convinced -- I'd only just gotten used to the idea that men might actually find me attractive but
crush
on me? Come on.
Toby got up and reached into his pocket.
"I, erm, wanted to see if you wanted my, erm-" he kept digging for something and finally fished something out. "here -- my, do you want my spare key?" I gave a polite smile.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah -- I mean someone should have it anyway and this way you know, you can come and use the shower whenever. And Jamie, of course, too." I took the key from him.
"That's really sweet. Thank you." I said and we stood there awkwardly for a moment.
"Where are you from, Toby?" I asked.
"Oh, erm, Saint Paul."
"Wow. The big city." Toby grinned and shrugged.
"I guess. You?"
"Botaka." As expected I received a look that told me he had never heard of it. I explained.
"Oh. Oh wow. I can't even imagine what that's like." He admitted.
"I can't really imagine what growing up in Saint Paul is like," I said. "To me, Feltville is big."
"What- erm, do you wanna sit down?" I joined him in the sofa. "What brought you to Feltville?"
It wasn't the easiest question to answer. When I first moved here I guess I would have said a bad breakup, but somehow that didn't seem true anymore. Maybe I was just a smalltown girl who wanted to see what else was out there. I'm not sure I had moved to Feltville to find myself but I had.
"I guess I wanted to see the world?" I said and suddenly burst out laughing; good lord could I have sounded any more silly?! Toby grinned and told me I had a beautiful laugh, then turned beet red.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Guess I wanted to get away from my dad. Plus this is where we're from. Grandpa grew up in Feltville. He's the one who built these apartments."
"Oh really?" Toby nodded.
"Yeah. Dad just took over the business when grandpa retired and he kinda hates it. He just wants to make money." His voice grew a little sad whenever he talked about his dad and I didn't push it.
We spent a few more minutes chatting; he told me he worked for an IT company doing... something I didn't really understand but he worked mostly from home. I told him the first time we met I pegged him for a country boy and he laughed -- about as far from the truth as you could get, he told me. We chatted about the town and I realized how nice it was to talk to someone else who was new in town -- though he'd visited Feltville a few times as a kid. I eventually asked him if he had a girlfriend.
"No." He said.
"Boyfriend?" I asked, politely and he quickly said no, then equally quickly added that he didn't mind and there was nothing wrong with it and looked horribly apologetic before he noticed the smirk on my face. It was cute how easily flustered he was, I thought.
"What about you?" he asked when he'd calmed down. "Boyfriend?" I shook my head. "Girlfriend?" he asked, almost jokingly.
Here we go
, I thought to myself.
"Yes, actually." There. I'd done it. I'd told someone. Jamie had told Trevor about us, but this was the first time I'd ever told anyone I was... gay? Bi?
What I was was happily in love with Jamie, and unsure about almost everything else.
"Oh." Was all Toby said at first and even I couldn't help but notice he looked a little crushed. Then he seemed to put two and two together. "Wait, you mean you and... are you and Jamie a couple in real life?"
"Real life?" I asked, confused.
"I mean- you're a couple?" I nodded.
"Yeah, we are."
"Oh. I... I had no idea."
"Is... are you... is that a problem?" I asked, heart in my throat. Maybe I shouldn't have told him; maybe he would tell his dad and get us evicted. Maybe he'd-
"Yeah yeah no of course I don't mind -- I mean, sorry I didn't- I mean I'm not -- yes of course it is. I just didn't expect it. You two are... well you seem very different, is all." I laughed.
Yes we sure were.
"I guess opposites attract, sometimes." I said.
"Guess so." He said. He smiled, and I still felt unsure if I was reading too much into every little thing because of what Jamie said but I thought he seemed a little sad.
We talked for a little while longer but then I had to get going -- I was working late. I thanked him for the shower and the key and left.
A few days later I had just gotten off work at Bart and it had been a
rough
day. It was early summer and warm for Minnesota and a very busy day. We were running around like crazy and I soon found myself working up a sweat. Tips were good but my feet were screaming at me towards the end of my shift.
To top it all off with about ten minutes left on the clock Joanne, another waiter and I did a spectacular collision leaving/entering the kitchen. I was carrying a load of plates including some half-eaten soup and I actually managed to save about half the dishes themselves, but the contents all emptied itself spectacularly all over the front of my uniform.
I did my best to clean it up but it was hopeless. I was covered in soup and stale coffee and I was sweaty and sore.
Almost as soon as I clocked out I texted Toby to ask if he was in and if I could use the shower but he didn't reply. I walked home, waiting for a reply but when I got to the front door of our building I still hadn't heard anything. I tried him again and headed up to my floor. Nothing. I waited a few more minutes.
Well,
I thought.
He gave you a key for a reason.
. I gathered up my shower things and headed upstairs.
I knocked on the door, of course. Nothing. I unlocked it and stepped in.
"Hey, Toby? It's me, Beth. You in?" Nothing. I figured he must be out. I fished out my phone and gave him a quick text:
>hey just so u know im usng ur shower willock after< I sent and moved to the bathroom when I heard a buzz. I turned around and noticed his phone was on the table in the front room. So he must be in! I called out again but still nothing. I walked a little closer in and peeked around. I could hear a faint noise coming from his bedroom but couldn't tell what.
The door was wide open so I only had to poke my head around the corner.
Toby was at his desk; he had one of those expensive, slightly silly-looking gaming chairs. I'd never seen his bedroom before, obviously but I guess I shouldn't have been very surprised. He had two big, curved monitors on a nice, black desk. He had headphones on. He had his pants undone and he was masturbating. The sound I heard was the faint fapping coming from his penis. He was facing away from me mostly and the monitors were at a bit of an off-angle to me but I could see over his shoulder that he was looking at porn.
I couldn't quite tell what was happening but I could see naked bodies moving. My eyes moved over to his crotch and his exposed penis. He was rock hard; he wasn't nearly as long as Trevor or Hank, but he was
thick
, at least at a glance. He was moving his hand slowly, stroking himself very passionately and I could see his dickhead glistening with precum.
He was mouthing something under his breath and I wished I could hear what but it was too faint. I glanced back at the screen just as one of the people in the video showed their face.
It was me.
He was watching one of my videos.
I watched my face smile at the camera before it slowly dipped down again -- it was one of our blowjob videos with Trevor. I couldn't breathe. Toby was jerking off to porn -- porn of me!
The angle on the video changed and now I saw more: My face, with lips locked on top or Trevor's dick. Toby was watching it intently, stroking his thick erect penis. His voice grew a little louder. He leaned further back into the chair, his dick now standing straight up and I noticed it had a curve to it. He kept stroking it and his voice grew a little louder. I finally caught it:
"Suck my cock... oooh Beth suck my cock please... please... please..." It wasn't the most imaginative thing in the world but even so I'd never heard a guy talk like that about me. Suddenly he drew a deep breath and started moving his hand faster. He tensed up and whispered loud enough for me to hear;
