Charley makes it worse

Unsurprisingly, it was a pretty sleepless night for me. The next morning, I was tired and pretty grumpy, so much so that my shame had almost completely fizzled out and become irritation instead.

Charley’s laughing fit still echoed around in my mind as I sipped my morning coffee. Laughing? Seriously? I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Looking at me with my dick out had genuinely sent her into a fit. I mean … was it just that there was something that funny about the way I’d looked?

No, I wasn’t going to let myself spiral down that rabbit hole.

She’d gone way overboard.

I was forcing myself not to dwell on what I’d been thinking about at the time. That had no bearing on this case – it’s not like she knew it had been her. Probably. Hopefully.

That’s what I was telling myself anyway. Being angry felt better than being guilt-ridden.

I finished my coffee and sighed as I stomped over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. And of course, with my luck it turned out said bathroom was already occupied. Charley glanced up as I came in, just in time to see me turning on my heel, ready to get the hell out of there. “It’s fine, I’m nearly done anyway,” she said.

“I’ll come back, then,” I replied.

She rolled her eyes. “Stop being a baby, just come in.”

I took a deep breath and trudged over to the sink, preparing my toothbrush for two and a half minutes of awkward brushing. I sneaked a glance as I started, but she was just getting on with her business, not a care in the world. She clearly didn’t think anything was wrong at all. Unbelievable.

After a minute or two, she must have caught me side eying her because she set down her toothbrush with authority and turned to face me. “What the hell’s your problem?”

I spat out my toothpaste and rinsed my mouth. “Nothing,” I muttered.

She peered up at me. “Wait, you aren’t seriously mad about last night, are you?”

“Piss off.”

“What’s the issue?” she asked. “We’re even!”

I glared at her. “We are not even.”

She threw her hands up as if I’d just said the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “How? You saw me, I saw you. Case closed.”

“No!” I took a deep breath. “I walked in to tell you Mum wanted you, barely past midday, and the second I … saw you, I apologized and left the room. You on the other hand, burst into my room in the middle of the night for no reason, saw what I was doing, and spent a good two minutes staring at my dick and giggling uncontrollably.”

She scratched her head. “So? It was funny.”

“You are unbelievable,” I hissed. “Do you seriously not understand this? A hot girl laughing at you with your pants down is pretty much every guy’s worst nightmare.”

She hesitated, and for a moment I really thought she was going to apologize. Instead, she smirked. “You think I’m hot?”

I stared at her for a moment in disbelief. “What I think is that you are genuinely the most evil human being who has ever existed.” I turned to leave, and she cracked up.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, really. It was just the situation. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever.” I marched out the door, back to my room.

“I don’t know what the big deal is,” she called out behind me. “It wasn't about your size, if that's what you're worried about. You have a perfectly nice cock!”

Oh my god. The last two days were shaping up to be the worst of my life.

I leapt into bed and screamed into my pillow. Somehow, Charley being here had ended up being a million times worse than I could have imagined it was going to be. My plan for a peaceful summer was pretty much dead.