Lips of deceit

Sweet awkwardness

“You’re such an ass! I’m not showering with you… I’m not!”, he was about to bite the slice of pizza when I purposely pulled my handcuffed hand to me, dragging his along.

“Don’t push me, Gilbert! You’ll regret it!”, he glared at me and pulled back his handcuffed hand with so much force that I crushed into his side involuntarily. “Don’t you dare move until I’m finished.” he growled as he bit the slice of pizza. I tried to move away from him but he pulled me back, “I said: DON’T f*****g MOVE!”, he snarled.

“Am I supposed to be crushed against your side while you eat? f**k that... f**k you!”, I tried to move again but he pulled me back against his side.

“Do you want me to handcuff your other hand to the f*****g table so I can eat?”, he glared furiously at me.

“No… I was just trying to sit beside you. I’ll let you eat your pizza…”, I replied sheepishly.

“That’s more like it… You want some?”, he held out a slice of pizza for me.

“No, I’d rather have a drink… I’ll wait ‘till you’re finished…”

“You should really eat something… Are you sure you don’t want a slice?”, he actually seemed like he cared.

“I’m sure. Are you worried about me, Sanders?”, I taunted.

“I’m chained to you, which means I’ll have to carry you if you pass out. And I think I’ve carried you enough for today.”, he replied coldly.

“For a moment there I really thought you had a heart.”, I said scornfully.

He ignored me while he finished his pizza, he did not let me budge away as I intended to. After he finished eating, he made his way to the living room dragging me along with him. He wallowed himself in the couch, making me lose my balance and land violently at his side. He grasped the remote in his right hand and turned the TV on. Every time he switched channel, my body was involuntarily pulled forward as he stretched his long arm to point at the TV.

“You’re going to break my arm…”, I said with disdain as I took a sip of my glass of double Jack, a little after he pulled me along to switch channel. By that time I was already too drunk to stand straight.

“It’s time to go to bed. I need to take a pee… Hurry up, woman!”, he hurried me as he stood.

“Can I finish my drink first?”

“No! Leave it and hurry up.”, he demanded.

I tried to stand but I failed completely… I lost my balance and I was almost hitting the couch when he pushed me violently against him. My wrist was sore from all the sudden pushes… the metallic band was starting to leave a red mark around my left wrist due to his ruthlessness. He hauled me up in his lap. His strong arms right under my butt, preventing me from falling as my legs snaked around his waist. My right arm was around his neck as my left arm rested to my side attached to one of the hands that was under my butt. I rested my head against his firm shoulder as he carried me upstairs.

“I thought I had told you that I’ve had carried you enough for today...”, he sighed heavily.

“It’s past midnight. Not the same day anymore…”, I whispered against his neck as my eyelids were getting heavier.

“Don’t fall asleep, Gilbert! I need to pee and you need to take a shower, you reek of booze.”, he tapped my ass to shoo sleep away from me.

“I don’t want to see you pee, Sanders.”

“You don’t have to… you can turn your back to me! Your wrist is handcuffed to mine so you’ll need to stretch your arm to your back so I can get a hold on my package.”, he said softly.

“I need to pee too… Will you turn your back to me while I pee?”, I asked.

“Sure…”, he reassured me.

“Do I really have to shower?”, I asked again.

“Yes, you do. You stink of alcohol…”, he replied.

“It’s your fault I stink so badly, you made me spill my glass of Jack all over me when you blurred out to the door when the delivery man came. May I shower alone?”, I tried.

“No… I’ll be joining you. I need a shower too...”, he stated.

“But I… I…”, I started but he cut me off as he placed me back on the ground.

“No buts! You can keep your clothes if you’re ashamed of your body…”

“I have nothing to be ashamed off. My body is fit, everything is in the right place… I just don’t want you to see me naked. Besides, how do you expect to strip off our clothes if we’re chained? It’s not doable, Sanders! You’ll have to take these off anyway…”, I stated firmly.

“I’ll take them off when I think it’s necessary. It’s a good thing you’re wearing that strapless top, that way you can strip it down, it won’t be necessary to take these off. I think there are a few of those tops somewhere around the house. I think Saltzman’s clothes will fit you and she usually stashes some of her clothes here.”, he said eyeing me up and down. “Yeah, you’re about her size! Now, if you don’t want to see me pee, turn around!”, I didn’t need him to tell me twice, I immediately turned my back to him with my left arm stretched behind my back.

“Can I pee now? Would you please turn around?”, I asked softly, afraid that if I asked a little bit bitter we would refuse to let me have that bit of privacy.

“Sure!”, he said as he turned his back on me, but he didn’t stretched out his arm behind his back like I had done.

“Could you lend me your arm so I can unzip my shorts?”, I asked again, but this time my voice was a little harsher than I intended to.

“I can lend you more than my arm if you want to.”, he taunted.

“Your arm is all I need. And that’s only because we’re cuffed to each other”, he looked over his shoulder with a wide smirk plastered across his face.

“Hey! Don’t look!”, I scolded.

“You’re still dressed. It’s not like I’m seeing anything I haven’t seen before...”, he laughed at me.

“Do you mind?”, he turned his head, “Thanks! Keep it that way, okay?”, he chuckled.

After I finished, we washed our hands and he dragged me out of the bathroom. Sanders found Saltzman’s clothes in no time, I really was her size I just had a little bigger breasts. After he gathered some clothes he dragged me to the bathroom again. He stripped out of his shorts and was about to do the same with his boxers when I stopped him!

“Could you at least keep them on?”, my left hand on top of his right.

“Why? I’m not embarrassed of my body parts.”, without further notice, he pulled down his boxers, dragging me along. f**k! Don’t look, Drii, don’t look! f**k! Too late… Sweet mother of Jesus! He’s huge… Oh my, oh my! “Your turn now!”, he said grinning like a mad man.

Could this be any more awkward? s**t! He knows I saw his huge member! He did it on purpose… ‘I’m not embarrassed of my body parts’ he says! How could he be? He’s well-built, that perfect torso covered in ink which only increases his appeal, those strong colorful arms that can surely drive any woman mad just with the desire of having them around her, that irresistible dimpled smile combined with those amazing hazel eyes… One could only wish he wasn’t so damn perfect! People usually say that built men have tiny d***s, and that is not tiny at all, that’s the opposite of tiny! Did I stare? Did he notice me staring? f**k! I shouldn’t even look at him! Why am I so drawn to him?

“Do we really have to shower together?”, he just nodded. “You could have warned me that you were going to take your boxers off…”, I scolded as I began to unzip my shorts and stripped them off. He was watching my every move… I was wearing a black lace thong combined with a black strapless push-up, I felt naked standing in front of a nude Sanders in nothing more than my underwear.

“You’re not taking those off?”, he asked pointing to my thong and bra.

“NO! I’m not standing naked in front of you.”, I replied.

“Too bad...”, he muttered, but I wasn’t able to hear it.

“What did you say?”, I inquired.

“I said: Let me turn the water on…”, he said leaning over me to reach the water tap. The back of his hand brushed lightly on my toned stomach.

“Can we shower back facing each other?”, I asked shyly.

“Sure… Whatever!”, he said indifferently.

We entered the shower with our backs to each other. I was glad he had at least agreed on showering back facing each other, ‘cause that way I could strip off the rest of my clothes without him watching. I managed to unbutton my bra with my free hand. I poured a little of shampoo in my hand and washed my hair. Before I rinsed my hair, I stripped down my thong… When I was trying to reach the conditioner, Sanders pulled my hand back up, he was probably washing his head.

“Let me just reach the conditioner…”, I asked as I tried to reach the conditioner again.

“This is not working for me.”, I heard him say. “Ohhh…”, I looked over my shoulder to see what was happening and he was now facing me!

“WHAT THE f**k? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I thought we agreed on showering back facing each other!”, I yelled harshly trying my best to cover my breasts and p***y. When I pulled my left arm to cover my breast I didn’t realize the consequences of that instinctive action, his right arm came along with mine biding our bodies together.