Hygienic

After what I'd had to deal with this afternoon, I needed a shower. Our bedroom door was locked, so I knocked on the door.

"What?" Jamie called out.

"Come on, Jamie, open the door," I said. "Shit, I need a shower. Come on. I stink."

Jamie unlocked the door then ran to the far corner of our room. As if I was going to hit her. Yeah, I lugged my tools around all day; I guess maybe I'm stronger than her. But I had never hit her before. And I didn't plan on starting now.

In the shower, I just let the rain setting wash over me. I wasn't in there to let Trey Lott get me off. I was in there to get the smell of shit off of me. But as I scrubbed myself for the third time, I asked myself, why am I not totally pissed off? I just walked in to catch my girlfriend sucking a guy's dick. Shouldn't I be pissed off?

And bad enough she's sucking a guy's dick, but she's sucking James Martin's dick. She's the one keeps screaming at me about being all in love with him, and then I catch her loving on him.

My legs gave out and I fell to the floor of the tub. Trey Lott continued to wash my skin. Weakly, I hit the knob, turning the shower off.

My momma's trailer, the bathtubs have the hot and cold knobs. Her trailer's about thirty years old, maybe even older. Some asshole in Congress decided we're all too stupid to know how to use common taps. So, now, there's a single knob to do a shower. And each knob is different. Once when we went to my Aunt Nettie's for the weekend; she lived on the beach, her shower, you had to turn the knob to the left, and then you pulled the knob itself out to get the shower to come on. So, when the water came out? You were right underneath the showerhead and got hit with ice cold water. Then when my Nana and I went and visited my dad in Nashville, Tennessee, the motel had this knob you pushed, it swiveled to the right for cold and to the left for hot and straight up was kind of warm.

You know, since all these single knob jobs are so different? Seems to me you got a much better chance of getting burned in the shower than you would if there were just the two knobs. One is for hot, the other is for cold. Left-hot, right-cold. Leave it to fucking politicians to fuck up a simple thing like showers. Don't even get me started on their genius toilet regulations.

Our shower, well, maybe it's my shower now, if Jamie and James are going to be together, it has this stupid crank thing. You start off at that crank pointing straight down and that's the 'OFF' position. Then you have to push it counterclockwise from down to up; straight up is burning hot, I like it almost all the way up. I guess you'd call it 'one o'clock' as far as that goes.

Sitting on the floor, the fucking God damn piece of fucking shit asshole crank is just out of reach. I finally managed to bounce up enough to grab the crank, the lever, that's the word I was looking for. The lever. I grabbed it and pulled it down and finally turned it off.

"Debbie? Baby?" Jamie asked, real quiet.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Um, pizza's ready," Jamie said.

"Be right there," I said.

I was mostly try by the time Jamie came into the bathroom. I was still sitting on the tub's floor, just staring at the vinyl wall. The wall was pretty ugly. I ever get my own place, not renting, but really my own place, I will never put a vinyl tub/shower combo in there.

"Baby?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah, I said I'll be right there," I said.

"Debbie, that was an hour ago," Jamie said, pulling the shower curtain open.

"Oh. Okay," I said.

"Debbie, I'm sorry," Jamie burst into tears.

"Then. Then why'd you do it?" I asked her.

I don't even remember if I ate. I don't remember getting out of the tub, getting dressed in my usual tee shirt and flannel shorts. I guess I did; I was dressed in them when the alarm went off the next morning.

Cap'n Crunch is a great cereal; I've never read the suggested serving size on the box. I just know, you fill the bowl up, pour the milk in, then chomp through the stuff. The milk's good and sweet by the time you finish. I know James and Jamie both said stuff to me; I really couldn't hear them, over the crunching of my cereal. I just ate. Then when I was done, I dressed for another day of schlepping through other people's shit. Right now, I hated the world and the world deserved every bit of my hatred.

Jamie had to bust her ass to catch up to me; I was almost in the car by the time she came running out of the trailer.

"You was just going leave me here?" she asked.

"Bus runs right by here. But, uh, why you didn't just go with James?" I asked pulling out of our parking lot.

We were dead at work. Mr. Gaylord sent me home; I'd worked almost forty hours already for the week when you counted National Nothing Day.

James was already home; he'd had to run out to their Data Center and it just didn't make sense for him to run back to the office just to turn around and clock out.

"Hey, Debbie, listen I..." was all James managed to say before I slammed him against the wall.

I guess I had the element of surprise on my side. I'm pretty sure if he'd had expected it, I wouldn't have been able to do it. But I slammed him up against the wall, next to the bi-fold doors of the washer and dryer. Then I kissed him. I stuffed my tongue down his throat and kissed him.

God damned fucking bitch Jamie was right. I do love James Martin. I am in love with the son of a bitch; he's fucking gorgeous and he smells so good and his lips are nice and soft and he's just beautiful and I love him.

Somehow I just couldn't do it with him in the bed me and Jamie share. I stripped out my work clothes right there in my living room and got James out of his clothes and we fucked, right there on the floor. I never noticed it before, but that carpet sucks. There is absolutely no padding underneath that sad shag carpet.

God, James hammered his fat dick in and out of my pussy; I got a dildo and I love using that dildo, Jesus, I love when Jamie fucks me with that thing. But there is nothing like the real thing, pounding in and out of my pussy.

James wanted to use the couch, or even his bed. I told him I couldn't use the couch; that was where me and Jamie had first made love. The couch was special; it held special memories. It would be cheating if I fucked him on the couch.

Okay, it's cheating, no matter where I fuck him, but I just couldn't; I won't fuck him on that couch. I sure won't do it in our bed.

James had not done anything in this bedroom. I had put a twin sized mattress and box spring on the floor; I just never got around to getting a frame for it. There was a beat up old tall dresser; I think I paid ten buck for it at a garage sale, and honestly? I overpaid for it.

"Be right back," I said.

I found the tube of lube and came back into the bedroom. James looked at the tube then looked at my pussy.

"You uh, you ain't wet enough?" he asked. "I didn't hurt you, huh?"

"This is for my ass; you like it up the butt?" I asked, getting on all fours on his unmade bed.

Kyle was pretty good at anal sex. James was not. God damn it hurt. James didn't even do anything to get me ready for his dick. I screamed when he jammed that log up my dry ass. I knew, though, after my third orgasm, we were going to do this again.

After James squirted his sperm up my butt, I saw it was close to time for Jamie to be getting off. I kissed James and ran to the living room where our clothes were still all wadded up on the floor. I found my phone and texted Jamie that I'd be at the station's parking lot, waiting on her.

Jamie responded with a smiley face. Twenty minutes later, I watched as Jamie walked to my car. She was so beautiful. I could watch Jamie walk for hours, just watch her take one step then another step, those beautiful hips of hers just swaying back and forth, that long dark hair flowing as a gentle breeze blows.

"I fucked James," I confessed when Jamie got into the car.

Jamie said nothing. I started the car and drove us home. When we got to the trailer, Jamie grabbed my hand.

"I fucked him too. Last night, when you was in the shower," Jamie confessed.

"My world famous chili," James announced cheerfully when Jamie and I walked into the trailer.

"Famous for what? Having too much garlic powder?" Jamie asked, pinching her nose.

"For smelling like ass?" I asked, pinching my own nose.

"Funny you should mention ass," James laughed. "That's the secret ingredient."

Someone had once told me that Boston Butt is not the ass of a pig; it's the butt of the pig's shoulder, you know, where the shoulder meets the torso of the pig.

With enough grated cheese and plenty of green onions, James's world famous chili isn't terrible. He does use way too much garlic powder and red pepper flakes, though. My ass hole already burned bad enough. I'm dreading what it's going to feel like tomorrow.

"Good night, James," Jamie said the minute I finished cleaning the kitchen.

James is a messy cook. I wanted to wipe down the stove again, but Jamie grabbed my hand and pulled me into our bedroom.

We made out in the shower. Trey Lott was spraying us with his power mist as Jamie pinned me up against that cheap vinyl shower wall and kissed me. She opened her mouth and we kissed. Then she reached down and played with my pussy, driving two, then three fingers into me.

Trey Lott sprayed my nipples and I came, hard on Jamie's fingers. I am so glad I put that 80 gallon tank in there; we stayed in the shower for about twenty, maybe thirty minutes before we even got the soap wet.

When we got out of the shower, Jamie still wanted to play. She got my dildo out, then dug around in my nightstand some more.

"Where's the lube?" she asked.

Shit. I left the tube in James's bedroom. And it was still half-full, so I couldn't tell Jamie we'd used it all up. Not like she'd believe me; I swear, the bitch remembers all the shit I don't want her to remember, and forgets all the important stuff she needs to remember.

"Debbie, you, up the..." Jamie sputtered, then threw the dildo at me.

I'm sorry, but getting hit in the face by a rubber dick is funny. Even if it did hurt, it even made a loud noise when it whacked me on the face, I couldn't help but start laughing.

"You think that's funny, bitch?" Jamie screamed and grabbed my clock radio, ready to throw that at me too.

I threw the dick at her and it hit her right on the boob. I had aimed it her face; my face stung where it had hit me. But I caught her squarely on her left nipple.

"Ow! Bitch!" Jamie squealed, then started laughing.

We both laughed until we were about to pee on ourselves. I couldn't help it. I was trying to catch my breath, but Jamie's laughing made me laugh even harder.

I don't know who started crying first. Okay, it was me. I just didn't know what to do. I am so in love with Jamie and I don't care who fucking knows it. I even think maybe I want to marry her. Debbie Martinez has a nice sound to it.

And, Jesus, I love James Martin too. His chili is pretty bad; way too much garlic powder and pepper and salt. And I don't think he drained the meat when he browned it. But you know what? He can learn to cook. He already knows how to fuck me.

Jamie and I just held each other. We fell asleep, holding each other.

Thank God Jamie's alarm was set; she'd unplugged mine when she'd picked it up to hurl it at me. She had not thrown the clock at me; that would have hurt.

The first thing we did was kiss and tell each other we were sorry for fighting. We almost left the bedroom before I realized, we were both still naked.

Yes, James has seen both of us naked. But that was when he'd fucked Jamie and fucked me. We weren't going to fuck him; we needed to get ready for work.

And then the mother fucker made me fall in love with him all the more. He was sitting at the table, with a cup of coffee when we came out. The timer dinged and he got up and pulled a cookie sheet out of the oven; he'd made cinnamon toast for us.

"Ya'll okay?" he asked as he put four slices of the toast on my plate and four onto Jamie's plate.

"Ooh, you do know how make stuff without garlic powder?" Jamie teased him.

"Shit!" Knew I forgot something," James said, snapping his fingers as he put the empty cookie sheet onto the stove.

"Yeah, we're okay," I said. "Why?"

"I uh, it's just I, I heard ya'll fighting," James mumbled, chewing his toast.

He had the most adorable blush on his handsome face. He sipped his coffee and looked at anything but Jamie or me.

"This ain't, how you make this?" Jamie demanded, swallowing her mouthful of toast.

"Brown sugar, not that nasty white stuff, and a teaspoon of vanilla and you melt that and the butter," James said.

"What we going do about him?" Jamie asked the minute James closed the front door.

"Jesus, I don't know," I admitted.

Jamie asked me that again when we pulled up to the Doraville station. And again, I told her I didn't know.

The train was packed. Not a single so called Southern Gentlemen would lift their fat asses out of any seat for us two women. So, Jamie and I clung onto a pole and rubbed against each other all the way to our stop. The train seemed to jerk and sway a whole bunch more than usual; my nips fucking hurt I was so turned on by the time we got off the train.

"Oh my God; I am going have touch myself before I'll get anything done," Jamie admitted to me as we waited for our bus.

"Bitch," I laughed. "Now I won't be able think of anything else all day. Thank you so much."

We chanced a quick kiss, lip to lip right before walking up the steps to the building. You know what? I don't give a shit if anyone saw us. I'm in love with Jamie Martinez. And there's nothing wrong with that.

And, fuck. I'm in love with James Martin. What now? We scampered up the steps and finally, a Southern Gentleman held the door open for us two women. We thanked him and split up in the lobby.

It was just another normal day on the job. I got out right on time. Jamie joined me a minute later at the bus stop. Leaning over, I jokingly asked her about touching herself at work.

"Oh, shut up," Jamie giggled, blushing hotly.

"Yeah, I did," she whispered as the bus pulled up and it was my turn to blush.

James was already home when we got there. He'd pulled out the leftover chili but had also baked three large potatoes and was spooning the chili, and some cheese into the valley of the split potatoes and mashing them up inside before he put them back into the oven. I hate Cheryl Martin, Cheryl Harris, whatever the fuck her name is. How could she hurt my James, how could she fuck around on him like that? And with that asshole Gerry Jackson?

"Oh, hey, James, I go in your room get the lube out of there?" Jamie asked.

James almost dropped the cookie sheet. I've seen tomatoes weren't as red as his face. He couldn't get to his room fast enough, and got her our tube of lube.

"Thanks," Jamie smiled sweetly and held up the tube of jelly. "How long 'til that's ready? We got time play a little bit?"

"Uh, about maybe five, no more than ten minutes," James said, face still bright red.

"Oh, okay, we'll play later," Jamie said, making it almost sound like she was a cat, purring out each word.

"What are you doing?" I asked her as we both stripped out of our work clothes and put on our laying around the house clothes.

"You see how red his face got?" Jamie giggled as she pulled a crop top on over her pretty titties.

"Yeah," I couldn't help but giggle too.

"Ya'll, it's ready," James called out from the kitchen.

We hadn't closed our door, so heard James loud and clear. I don't know what it is about some food, but they just taste better the next day. James's world famous chili actually smelled less like ass and more like food today.

I couldn't eat but about half of mine. Jamie also couldn't finish all of hers. We got a microwave down in our office and Jamie has one in her lunch room, so I found us each an old Cool Whip container to put our leftovers in.

And when I turned around from grabbing myself another Orange Crush out the refrigerator, Jamie's got her top off and is making out with James. He's squeezing one of her boobs and I can't see where her hand is, but it's under the table, wherever it is.

And when I said 'what the fuck?' Jamie pulled her hand out of James's lap and smiles at me. Then she got up and pulled James out of his chair and his jeans are unzipped and his hard dick is sticking straight out.

It didn't take me but a second to get out of my shorts and tee shirt. We lay down in our bed, all of us naked and touching each other. Jamie got the tube of lube and rolled me over on my belly.

Right there, right in front of James, Jamie ate my ass. I mean, no, it's not the first time she's eaten my ass hole, but right in front of James? Then she started greasing my ass up. I could feel my pussy dragging back and forth over my ugly ass comforter; I got it for twenty bucks at Goodwill; that was before I found out about Senior Citizens Tuesdays at Goodwill.

When she jammed the rubber dick up my ass, I screamed and shook; God damn, I couldn't believe how hard I came. And when she pulled our dildo out of my ass, Jamie told James to fuck me.

I came so hard I blacked out. And when I came to, I could feel James's sperm dripping out of my ass and onto the comforter.

I had to scramble to get out of the bed; I was about to crap myself. I barely made it to the bathroom in time. And afterward, I had to shower.

Trey Lott pounded my pussy and my sore ass with his delicious power mist. The needles from the spray stung my nips, stung my pussy, stung my aching ass. I kept playing the water back and forth from my pussy over the taint to the ass. I didn't bother trying to be quiet as I fucked myself with the hot water.

And when I came out, Jamie was on her hands and knees, and James was fingering her ass with two greasy fingers. I didn't want to disturb them; they both looked so contented. But selfish me; I demanded a kiss from James. Then I told Jamie to kiss me.

I lay down on the bed and wiggled underneath Jamie and took one of her dangling nipples into my mouth.

"Oh, Jesus," Jamie groaned as James stuffed her ass with his fat dick.

I fingered Jamie's pussy while James fucked her tight ass. I squealed when I felt Jamie's hot mouth on my left nipple. I bit down on Jamie's nipple when I felt her fingers playing with my pussy.

The next morning, we both gave James kisses when he left for his job. Then Jamie and I raced to the Doraville station. Jamie waited until we were on the train before reminding me that we'd not asked James to use condoms when he fucked us.

Oh well. I get knocked up, I get knocked up. And if Jamie gets knocked up, she gets knocked up. I know I'll never leave her and she'll never leave me. And I got a feeling James isn't the kind of guy that would just run out on his baby, or babies.

And, if they do leave me? I've got Trey Lott. He don't say nothing about my titties are too little, my ass is too bony, I got too many freckles, I'm not pretty enough. My showerhead is always ready to fuck me. And I'm always ready to fuck him.