How Long You Should Wait to Have Sex: a Novel by Monique Sorgen Read Free Book Online Page B

This definitely has to do with why they aren’t together anymore. There are some things that you just shouldn’t know about the person you’re supposed to get it up for.
    “Well, now that you’re single,” I offer, “you should probably get a door.”
    He smiles in that way that draws all of my attention back into him, and says the one thing that seems to make it all okay.
    “I don’t plan on being single for long.”
    He kisses me, almost as an extension of the beautiful thing he’s just said, and my rigidity about the situation starts to disappear. I have to admit to myself that if he has to have one little flaw, there are worse things than wanting to share the inner workings of your bathroom time with your loved one. It is, after all, a form of intimacy. And if he could be that intimate with his ex-wife, why shouldn’t he also be that intimate with me? Not that it won’t take me some getting used to, but maybe it’s a small compromise to make in exchange for the rest of the package. And I can always take myself on a self-guided tour of the house once he’s sleeping, and do a little recon to find the next closest bathroom.
    Why am I even thinking about bathrooms right now? I am in the arms of a beautiful, committal, happy, positive-thinking, fun-loving man who wants me.
    “Okay…” I finally utter weakly, as I give in to his gentle kisses and caresses. In a matter of minutes, my clothes have slid off of my body, as have his. Now we are naked, vulnerable to each other, with nothing left to hide and nowhere left to hide it.
    He rolls on top of me, still smiling sweetly into my eyes. As he glides inside of me, I realize that I don’t care what he sees of me. I don’t care what he knows about me. He can have it all. He will love it all. I trust him. I want him. I finally let my mind disappear into the sensations shooting through every part of my body. And boy am I glad I have succumbed to them. Best. Birthday. Ever.
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    “Oh no!” I wake up thinking, “I have to pee.” And not just a little bit. I have to go bad! Not enough time to do any recon, I’ll have to use the bathroom that I see. That’s what I get for holding it so long. But I only held it in hopes that it would go away, and I wouldn’t have to deal with this bathroom situation at all. I know I seemed fine with it before, but now I’m realizing that was just the passion talking. Right now, nature is calling.
    He looks like he’s sleeping pretty soundly. Maybe he won’t wake up.
    I get out of bed, keeping one eye on him in hopes of finding out how sound of a sleeper he is. He doesn’t budge. That’s a relief. I sneak around the bed to the bathroom, and for the first time I am grateful for the lack of a door, because at least I won’t wake him up with the creaking as I try to hide my animalistic needs from his perception of me, despite the lack of a door standing between us.
    I should take some precautions in case he wakes up. Think fast, Sam, you want to ensure that you make it to the toilet on time, with or without precautions. I know! I’ll grab a towel, and if he looks over my way, while I’m in the act, I’ll hold it up like a curtain between us. I grab a towel and quickly make it to the toilet, almost instantly unleashing my flow, which had been held significantly too long.
    Suddenly, he turns toward me! I can’t stop now. I hold up the towel, covering my naked body and revealing only my eyes, which pop out from above it. Without opening his eyes, he smiles as if he felt somehow comforted by the sound. He looks like a young boy whose mother has just wrapped a warm cozy blanket around him, luring his nightmare into dreams of sunshine and unicorns. Hmmm, what is it about this sound that he finds so comforting? Now I’m starting to think that this no door thing goes into some deeper part of his psychology. Then again, who am I to judge? I have such a deep compulsion for fixing problems that I planned a party to meet the love of my