Page 36 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Hattie:I do, but wow. Okay, so you buried your face into his groin. Can you explain how you got there?
Maggie:I wish I could. I wish I could describe to you a dream where I was shopping for a new pillow and was testing out the different options, his crotch being the one I ended up with, but there’s nothing. NO evidence of such a thing.
Hattie:So you just ended up there…
Maggie:Correct. I’m a deviant.
Hattie:LOL, you’re not. Just maybe confused in your sleep. That’s okay. Now we just need to figure out where do we go from here?
Maggie:I have no clue! I didn’t mean to. I just woke up from him fleeing the scene. I think…oh God, I think I was cupping his balls. Am I really that horny? That I grope men in my sleeping state? I violated him.
Hattie:You did, but it doesn’t sound like you meant to. A note to apologize might be nice.
Maggie:You think I should apologize?
Hattie:How else are you going to broach the subject? You can’t possibly ignore it.
Maggie:That penis is unignorable. God, Hattie, I can still feel it on my face. It was so stiff, like…like I was sleeping on a PVC pipe.
Hattie:How would you even know what that feels like?
Maggie:An assumption. But I liked it. I liked every second of it and I shouldn’t. I specifically stated in our contract last night that there would be no sexual interaction and there I am, huffing and puffing on his cock, trying to blow his underwear down.
Hattie:LOL. Sorry, but that was funny.
Maggie:You’re not helping.
Hattie:I don’t know what you want me to do. You made a contract with him? That’s classy. What else was in the contract?
Maggie:That doesn’t matter. I’m attached to the man for a week and now I have to face him. He has to look me in the eyes knowing that this morning, I rubbed my nose along one of his penis veins without his consent. I don’t think there’s any recovering from that. And I know he’s in that bathroom right now, trying to scrub my face off his penis.
Hattie:Really, you think that’s what he’s doing?
Maggie:What else could he be doing? He was mortified. He leapt out of the bed so fast and slammed the bathroom door.Oh my God! And when I rotated to figure out what was going on, I felt my boob hanging out of my pajamas.
Hattie:The nighttime traveling tit strikes again!
Maggie:Do you think he saw it?
Hattie:He would be a lucky son of a bitch if he did. Ooh, I bet he saw the traveling tit, was hard from your mouth breathing on his penis, and went into the bathroom to jack off.
Maggie:Oh my God, he did not.
Hattie:Maggie…
Maggie:Hattie…
Hattie:He totally jerked off.
Maggie:He did not.
Hattie:I just asked Hayes and he said there is no chance he didn’t. 100% there is cum going down that drain as we speak.
Maggie:Do you think…
Hattie:Totally. He probably didn’t want to come on your face.
Maggie:I mean…I was massaging his balls. Maybe, maybe he did do that.
