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CHAPTER 7

MIA

Griffon has been in my bathroom for almost an hour now. In that time, I did absolutely nothing except clean up my popcorn mess and pace around. I can’t even remember the last time I had time off from work, let alone the last time someone other than El was in my apartment. So, this feels weird for a lot of reasons.

At first, I kept getting up to check on Griffon, only to psych myself out and sit back down. But now, to distract myself, I’ve planted my feet in the kitchen, channeling all my energy into washing dishes.

Surprisingly, she hasn’t come out or tried to talk to me, and I can't decide if I’m relieved or disappointed.

After a while, though, I had to put on headphones because the sounds coming from the bathroom were insanely distracting.

Suddenly, I could hear everything—Griffon's grunts, her tools clanging against the pipes—it was all too much.

It felt like I was watching a movie scene when the plumber comes out of the bathroom shirtless, drenched in sweat, and prepared to say the corniest line.

“Can I fix anything else for you?”

As my mind continues to roam through fully immersive fantasies, I’m quickly snapped back to reality when I hear the sound of my bathroom door closing. Her low footsteps steadily grow closer, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to drop the dish and turn around. It’s not that I actually think she’s going to be shirtless and covered in sweat... but the thought alone makes me freeze.

“Okay! You’re all set!” Griffon shouts as she enters the kitchen.

Her words made me drop the plate I was washing as I whipped my head around. “What do you mean, you're all set?”

I instantly regret sounding so surprised when I see her raise an eyebrow at me.

“Usually, that means it’s fixed, done, finished. You do know women are capable of fixing things, right?” Griffon teases while setting her toolkit down.

I can finally get a good look at her now, and I’m proud to say my imagination wasn’t too far off. She’s definitely not shirtless, but a few buttons on her utility jumpsuit are undone, revealing a thin white tank underneath. It must’ve been hot in there because her sleeves were rolled up, and I could see the sweat dripping down her chest from across the room. Instead of letting my gaze follow that trail down her shirt, I shake my head and roll my eyes at her comment.

“No, I just meant the toilet’s been sounding like that for years. And you’re telling me you just walked in there and fixed it in under an hour?”

Now, she’s wearing the same self-satisfied look she had when she first caught me off guard at work, her bright smile making it impossible to miss.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, yes.”

When I don't respond, she continues, “Wait, did you think I was in there doing nothing?”

My head whips around, searching for a response, but I can't seem to land on anything.

“No, that’s not what I said! I was ju–”

“No, you didn't. But I can tell that’s what you thought. I can tell you didn’t believe the ‘loud gay girl next door’ would actually be able to fix anything. But that’s okay.” Griffon is already picking her toolkit back up as she finishes.

I don’t even try to disagree or agree. I’m speechless. Even if that’s not what I thought, she caught me completely off guard. There’s no point in saying anything else when she’s inches from my front door.

“U-uh, th-thank you, I guess?” It seems more like a question, but I don't know what else to say.

She doesn’t seem to care much for it, though, as she reaches for my doorknob. However, her eyes catch something, and I can’t see what it is from where I'm standing, but the look on her face tells me it isn’t good.

“Huh. How’s my gift treating you, by the way?” Her smirk grows as I immediately turn away.

Oh, fuck.

Not that damn box, again.

I’m not giving in to this bullshit today. She’s already in my home. Isn’t that enough?

I clear my throat and raise my chin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, and even if I did—which, as I said before, I don’t—I still wouldn’t use it.”

She’s fully grinning now. “Righhhht, well, maybe you should some time. You seem a little… uptight.”

I shouldn't give her the satisfaction, but I can't help it—my eyes widen, and my jaw drops completely. However, she doesn't wait for a response; she just walks out, letting the door close behind her.

***

I spent the rest of my "day off" feeling stressed. I know I shouldn't care; I really, really shouldn't. It was just a stupid comment, but fuck.

“Uptight?”

Really?

"Everything Griffon said keeps replaying in my mind. The thought of her thinking I'm just some boring, sexist, rude prude makes me want to rip my hair out."

Yes, I may be a bit boring and sort of prudish, but I’m definitely not sexist. I really don't want her to think I’m rude. Honestly, I’ve been called half of those things my whole life—partly by Eleanor—but something about this situation feels different.

It feels like she won whatever stupid game this was. As I proved right, I was exactly who she thought I was. She seemed so satisfied to tease me, yet unsurprised or unimpressed as if it were too easy.

Holy shit, El was right. She does think I’m just some stuck-up bitch from next door that she can mess with for entertainment.

She already knew what she was doing when she started talking to Griffon in the first place. And now, especially after they seemed to get along so well together, I know I can’t tell her what Griffon just said to me without her freaking out over the fact that I didn't say anything back.

So, I sat on the couch for hours, letting my mind rake through idea after idea. It wasn't until later that day that I finally managed to get back up and try to eat something. As I start to make my way toward the kitchen, something out of the corner of my eye stops me in my tracks.

When I turn to face the same brown box that’s been haunting me, the only thing I can manage is, “Fuck.”

I don't know why it's taking me so long to get comfortable. It’s my own bed; this should be easy for me. It’s not a big deal—millions of people get off every day. So why is it so hard to just “fake” it?

After some much-needed mental encouragement (aka box wine), I pushed myself back to my bedroom and lay in bed. I brought the box back with me just in case I needed some uhh… props. But now that I’m here, this all feels stupid and silly.

Am I really about to fake an orgasm to piss off—or impress—my neighbor?

Is that even what I’m actually doing? Because at this point, I don't know if this will annoy her or just embarrass me further.

But as soon as I hear the echo of Griffon's front door closing, I swallow back my fears. I don’t know if it’s the liquid encouragement, but for once, I decided to take the risk.

My eyes flutter close as I attempt to focus on the sound of her footsteps. Earlier, when she emerged from my bathroom, I couldn't shake the image of her walking up behind me, her hands gripping the sink on either side, closing me in completely. I could almost feel her chest rising and falling against my back, and the sensation of her breath on my neck felt so real that it put me in a trance.

Like now, when I hear her bedroom door open, my legs instinctively begin to spread. I’m lucky she can't see me, considering I'm wearing nothing but an oversized tee shirt. But that doesn’t seem to help my brain; it feels like the wall between us is made of glass, leaving me feeling completely exposed.

It doesn't stop my back from arching at the sound of her walking around her room. This is all getting so real so fast. But I’m completely gone now. My mind has escaped my body, and it feels like every inch of my skin craves to be touched.

My hands roam over my body, but it isn’t enough. Frustration builds within me as I tear off the old shirt, leaving myself completely naked.

I don’t even notice I’m vocally whining until I suddenly realize the footsteps have stopped.

It’s completely silent on the other side of the wall. I almost stopped myself, but the thought that she could be listening kept me going.

Before, the thought of her listening to me cum made me want to run away and hide, but right now, I’ve never felt sexier.

I don't know if I’ve ever actually felt sexy . Of course, I’ve masturbated before. I’m a grown woman. But this–this is completely different. I’m used to simple—nothing crazy, nothing surprising.

This is all new to me, including the ache between my thighs. As I reach down to let my hands find my already wet heat, I can't help but let out a gasp.

I can hear Griffon’s bed move under her weight as she gets into it, and my fingers immediately start working. This is the quietest she’s been. Even when she’s alone, I hear every creak from her bed frame as she tosses and turns.

But now, the bed sounds solid as a rock as my hips begin to create a rhythm of their own.

“Fuck,” I whisper out.

As my fingers begin making small circles, I can feel my skin heating up by the second, and I can’t help but kick the comforter off the bed. The fabric feels like too much. But as I settle back into position, Griffon’s words flash through my mind.

“Well, maybe you should some time. You seem a little… uptight.”

I don't even think twice before reaching out, grabbing the brown box, and pulling out the most intimidating toy I’ve ever seen.

To be fair, every toy intimidates me, seeing as I don't own any of my own. But as much as I’d like it to be, right now just isn't the time for a lesson on how to use a huge dildo. It seems pretty straightforward.

Until now, I hadn’t planned on ever actually using it. I was supposed to be faking everything. But I know everything has gone to shit when I slip the tip of the toy inside of my mouth, and the first thing that comes to mind is Griffon.

The thought of her on top of me, her thighs on either side of my head, makes me force the toy down further until I hear myself gag, and my eyes begin to water. I can't stop as my other hand slips back down to touch myself.

All I can see is her blue eyes glowing through her red hair as she pushes herself further down my throat.

I’ve completely forgotten about her actually being next door as I finally pull the toy out and lead it to my entrance. My eyes widen at the stretch.

“Oh, shit!” I can feel my body begin to relax as I slowly slip it further inside.

“Fuck!” I spit out. My eyes roll back as my hips continue to roll, edging me closer and closer.

The bed begins to rock from the movement, and if I didn't think she could hear before, she definitely can now. Under normal circumstances, I would be mortified, but now I’m almost bouncing on the toy. I’ve moved well past any embarrassment as I feel my body begin to clench.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” I throw my head back as I imagine Griffon's mouth on me. Tasting me, touching me–anything. And I know this is all in my head, but when I think I hear the words “ Don’t stop”, my body instantly breaks down.

I really want to grab the comforter and cover myself, but my limbs feel like cooked pasta, and my eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they begin to close, pulling me into one of the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time.

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