“Not that I minded the view,” the man began, “but what were you people doing in my bathroom?”
“Your bathroom?!” Alan shrieked, indignant. She paused for a moment, not liking the shrill quality to what should’ve been a shout, and continued in a more composed manner. “Buddy, this is my room, so pick out another one. Didn’t you read the note? And how’d you get in here without me seeing you, anyway?” She stopped again, suddenly suspicious. “And don’t play dumb. I heard that bit about not expecting us to see you!”
“Okay, I’ll admit, this wall doesn’t look familiar, but I swear I just went into my bathroom. Is it safe to turn around yet?” Hearing a grudging assent, he turned to regard the busty pair, both with fluffy white towels wrapped tightly around their bodies, the blonde holding an old book threateningly. He forced his gaze away from their exposed cleavage to look around the rest of the bedroom. “Um. Definitely not my room, but it was when I left. And, well, I get flustered pretty easily, and your friend in the shower was… flustering. I was trying to say that I didn’t expect to see you. I’m, uh, Dustin,” he finished lamely, extending a hand.
“Marjorie Mandelberg, sir,” the damp girl murmured, demurely taking the offered hand.
Dustin looked expectantly at the dry girl, who seemed unwilling to release either book or towel. “Alan,” she said, grudgingly. “Don’t ask. I’m a guy.” Dustin choked back whatever his response might have been, and coughed politely, not asking.
“So, this isn’t my room, and none of us know how I got here. Do either of you want to help me figure this out, or should I give you some privacy?” Dustin was already moving towards what he assumed was the way out, already knowing where the bathroom door was.
“Oh, it’s probably just another Author House thing,” Alan said dismissively. “It’ll be the Addventure setting you up for some ironic yet sexy situations based on your past writing.”
“Wait, what? Author House? Addventure?” Dustin spun away from the door, clutching his bathrobe closed. “No, no, nonono, that can’t be right. I live in the Lurker Lofts. I never post! How could I end up here?”
Alan had to laugh at his shock and surprise. “Them’s the breaks, newbie. You’re in for a wild ride!”
Dustin tugged lightly on a handful of his hair, nervously trying to come to terms with the situation. “Um. Wow, I really wasn’t expecting this… You wouldn’t happen to have some pants I could borrow, would you?”
Simultaneously, in different bathrooms…
They didn’t know it, but Bob and Norman were in very similar situations. Both had recently experienced some growth. Both had just taken showers with the same goal: to get very erect portions of their anatomy to relax. Both had found that neither cold water nor hot water were able to help them meet those goals.
Bob, who had initially been showering to get clean, gave up and tried to ignore her nipples; moving on to deal with her hair. There were various bottles sitting around the edge of the tub that might be shampoo or conditioner, but the labels were written in a language that she couldn’t understand. She was wary of putting any mysterious substances on her body in this house, but author quarters were supposed to be safe from the house’s meddling, right? Anyway, she could still hear a man’s voice in the other room, and was reluctant to come out while he was there. She’d seen the way that he’d looked at her…
Norman, who had just been showering to try to deal with his erection, gave up and stepped back out into the pink bathroom. He proceeded to towel himself off and get dressed, his triple-sized manhood forming an indecent bulge under his shirt, nearly up to his navel. Not giving much thought as to why, he swiped the pink and blue air horns from the countertop as he stiffly made his way back into the house proper.
Thu Oct 15 05:36:30 2009
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