Blended TML Ch 20

“I’m gonna get the fan and the air filter thing,” Piper says as they enter the cabin. “We’ll need the white noise.”

“God. I hope you’re wrong,” Mary says pitifully, starting up the stairs.

Piper stops and watches her go up, then takes a deep breath. She’s seriously turned on. It’s mainly the guests, but putting Mary in a swimsuit isn’t helping. She carries the fan and filter upstairs and gets them plugged in.

Mary’s swimsuit is on the floor. Even that is erotic. The shower is running.

Piper goes into the bathroom for her night stuff. Mary’s just a flesh-colored shape in there, but that’s even more stimulating than a real view.

The shower cuts off, and Piper retreats; Mary just wanted to rinse the sweat off, and Piper must do the same. Mary emerges in a towel, obnoxiously oblivious to what that looks like, and Piper scoots into the bathroom.

If she’s going to have any chance of sleeping, she needs to rub one out quickly in the shower. She hardly gets in there and gets her cock hard before Mary’s back in the bathroom, at the mirror, doing her routine.

Piper angles her body to present her back; she’s not sure her erection would be visible through the fogged glass, but just in case. She can’t jerk it with Mary right there. And she can’t take too long in the shower. Libido is turning to annoyance. Mary isn’t doing any of this on purpose, but she’s still getting on Piper’s nerves. She focuses mentally, her hard-on goes down, and she cleans up.

Damp but still pent-up, Piper is convincingly serene as she sits on the edge of the bed while Mary brushes her hair.

“That’s a lot of piercings,” Mary murmurs at last, sounding drained.

Piper smiles. Best not to speculate about what those two women are doing to Mary, who even now, is still reckoning with being married to a woman. “I’m sure my mom would give you a hall pass for the Russian one.”

“Piper, that might be the most wildly inappropriate thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Mary, I’m not going to stop trying to get you to lighten up. I can’t make you, but are you doing yourself a favor holding out?”

“I’m not holding out,” Mary growls. “I’m having a crisis.”

“Ha! Called it!”

“Oh my god.”

“Here, I’ll do you.”

“OK.”

Mary turns her back, and Piper takes over brushing.

“I guess we’d better think of a plan for tomorrow,” Mary says, sounding like a shell of a human being.

“Already got one. And I’ll make breakfast. You can sleep in.”

Mary’s silent for a long time. “OK. Thanks, Piper.”

It’s easy to focus on Mary and try to do the right thing. Life is difficult again once the lights are off and Piper’s in bed. Mary falls asleep easily, and the fan and filter mostly cover her gentle snoring. She’s just a shape on the far side of the room. Nothing erotic about that.

Piper sits up in the dark. The deliberations take about three seconds. She slips out of bed, grabs her slides, and tiptoes out.