041211 tub

Thanks to bettigefecht for prompt: sleepily walking into bathroom 4 morning wash, a girl finds sleeping guy in her bathtub. She doesn’t know who he is or how he got there

1
Blinking 12:00, sun in my face and cat pawing to go out.
Power outage.
And I’m late. Again.
I zombie-walk to bathroom, last night a blank.

2
I stumble (still drunk) to the toilet.
I groan as five-plus hours of drinking, filtered through aching kidneys, echoes.
Head hangs betwixt knees.

3
I blindly grab TP on tub’s edge and brush hardness, tracing the shape of a human hand curling over the edge.
A disembodied scream joins me.

4
Sleeping tiger flails in the tub; curtain, TP and bottles flying in on top.
I cover my cunt still dripping and grab the plunger.
“Who the fuck are you?”

5
“Help me! I’m tangled!” he says.
“Name!”
“Max! Help! Oh fuck!”
I ask, “Where? No, how? No, why?”
“I don’t know, damn it!”
Head free, he looks up.

6
(Does CK deliver, now?)
Shirtless wonder stares at panties round my ankles, up naked legs, past tiny tank from 1992, and stops on plunger.

7
“Don’t hit me,” he begs.
“Don’t look at it!” I say.
“I’m not.” Eyes fixed on shit crusted rubber.
“Just stay there.” I pull up panties one handed.

8
Eyes locked, ready to swing, I back out.
He grips the edge, but doesn’t move.
I close the door.
“What the fuck?” he yells.
I hear him stir.
“Stay put!”

9
Dressed, I open the door.
He’s naked.
(Fuck me)
(No, don’t)
I tear my eyes away kicking and screaming.
“Where are your clothes?”
“I don’t know.”

10
I brush cock (accident) as I hand him a towel.
“Thanks.”
“Did we?” I ask.
“No,” he says.
“You sure?”
His clothes, strewn at front door say, Sex.

11
He dresses.
I make coffee and free the cat.
It’d be normal, if I remembered F-ing his brains out.
We ignore the sex and talk weather instead.

12
“Found a condom in the tub,” he says at the door.
“At least we were safe!” I say.
“Yeah, I’d like to be safe with you, again—but sober,” he says.

13
“Yeah. I don’t do,” I say.
“Me either,” he says.
He leans on the wall and I hang onto the doorknob for dear life.
I feel fur at my legs.
“Achoo!”

14
“Is that your cat?” he asks.
“Yeah!” I pick up Thor. “What? Are you allergic?”
“Fuck! Achoo! Yes!”
“Oh, I guess that’s why you were in the tub.”

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