Diary of a Male Maid (9 page)

She laughed and stuck out her tongue to drag it across my closed mouth. “I never joke about fucking.” She kissed me softly and looked over at the clock. “You better get going. I wouldn’t want the parental unit catching us like this.”
 

“So, when will I see you?” She told me not to get all weird and here I was doing just that.
Leave it to me to fuck it up before it could be cool enough to smile about.
 

“I’ll see you in class, silly.” She stretched and sprawled her body out on the long sectional. “I’m going to take a nap. Just see yourself out, would you?”
 

If I had a tail, it would have been between my damn legs. I walked out of there like I was so ashamed for what I’d done. I got halfway down the road and pulled over because I couldn’t stop laughing. “Holy shit, I just banged a chick in her ass and she liked it!”
 

Yeah, I was talking to myself, but come on, who wouldn’t?
 

When I finally calmed down enough to drive the rest of the way home, I stopped at a drive-thru and grabbed something to eat. I assume that with all the sex I had worked up an appetite. When I walked into the apartment, my roomies were laughing. I held my arms up in the air. “What?”
Was this some candid camera thing? Did they set me up today with Alex?
 

“Where you been all day?” My buddy Mark asked.
 

I smiled, but didn’t disclose any information. “I had shit to do.”
 

“Yeah, well, we left you a surprise in your room, bud. Have fun with that!”
 

I looked at Mark and laughed. “Yeah, whatever.” I wanted a long shower and to crash. I never thought I could possibly be oversexed in my lifetime, but that is exactly what I was.
 

Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what I saw when I walked into my room. My ex, Karrie, was spread out on top of my bed. She had the movie Varsity Blues playing and had covered herself in whipped cream and cherries. She bit down on her lip and smiled. “Long time no see.”
 

You gotta be fucking kidding me?
 

“Karrie, what are you doing here?” I was trying to ignore the fact that she was naked under that whipped cream.
 

“I missed you. I got some time off from school and I came to see you first. Aren’t you glad to see me?” She put out her lip and pretended to pout. Man, she was hot.
 

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips. Damn, it made me feel so bad for my actions earlier. I don’t know why. Karrie and I were broken up. I wasn’t cheating. “I missed you too. I’m sorry, you just surprised me.” I stuck my finger into the mound of white cream on her breast and tasted it. “So, you thought you would have to seduce me?”
 

She laughed. “No, I just haven’t had sex in months and I didn’t want to waste any time.”
 

Great! Was every woman around me super horny?
 

I leaned down to kiss her again. “Baby, I really do miss you, but I am beat. I took on more houses and after studying, I’m just tired as shit.”
 

She sat up, messing up the pretty whipped cream bra she had going. “Seriously? Okay, spill! What is going on with you?”
 

I got all paranoid. “Nothing! I really am beat. Let me take a nap and I’ll be good to go.”
 

She got up and bitched her way to the bathroom to rinse off. I felt terrible for brushing her off, but not really that bad about being with Alex. Sure, Alex and I were just friends, but I was free to fuck whoever I wanted. Karrie and I hadn’t made any commitment of having a long distance relationship. When I heard the shower running, I kicked off my shoes and got under the covers. I felt like I had a damn hangover, but instead of it being due to alcohol consumption, it was due to sexual consumption.
 

I remember Karrie coming back in the room and sitting on the bed next to me, but I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, it was dark outside and I was alone in bed. I sat up and checked my phone to see that I had no messages. I didn’t know if that upset me or made me happy. When I went out into the kitchen I found a note from Karrie. “Went out with the guys to the pub. Come find us.”
 

I scratched my head and considered going back to bed. After realizing that Karrie had come to visit with me and I’d just blown her off, I decided it would be best to go out and try to find them. Once I got myself cleaned up and presentable, I headed out. It was a good thing that my buddies only hung out at two places. I found them at the first one and locked eyes with Karrie.
 

She was such a beautiful girl and a big part of me missed her being around. Sure, we had our ups and downs, but she was someone that I could see myself settling down with. There was always something about her that made me
never want to disappoint her. Knowing what I was currently involved in, made me feel awful. How could I have known that things would be this out of hand?
 

Currently, I was sleeping with two clients and one of their daughters. If Karrie found out about that, she would leave for sure. I wasn’t okay with that outcome, so I needed to keep myself distanced until she went back to New York.
 

She waved as I approached and wrapped her arms around me when I got close enough. “It took you long enough.”
 

I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Sorry, I didn’t know you left. Shit, I didn’t even know you got ready. I must have been out of it.”
 

Mark handed me a beer and I started to take a drink.
 

“It must be all those group orgies you’re having.” I knew she was kidding, but my beer came shooting out of my nose. After the initial burn, I put a fake smile on my face.
 

"What did you just say?"
 

She giggled and rubbed my shoulder. "I said you were having orgies while I was gone."
 

Hearing it the second time didn't make it anymore funny to me. The guilt was bad enough. Sure, I was young and didn't really have anyone to answer to but, it still made me feel bad about what I was doing.
 

I had to look at it like Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Jones were part of my job. Yeah, it sounded much better in my head than it would if I told anyone. As far as Alex, well, I wasn't sure that having a friend with benefits was really a bad thing either. Especially when she was a friend that not only liked it rough, but also liked doing it in crazy places. Banging her behind that hedge row was pretty fucking awesome. It was definitely
something that I would brag to my boys about after a few beers.
 

Still, Karrie was here to visit with me, and as much as I was starting to enjoy my new lifestyle, a part of me missed the relationship and monotony that the two of us shared.
 

Karrie grabbed the beer out of my hand and sat it down, right before pulling me out onto the dance floor with her. She instantly pulled me by the pants toward her rocking body. She started swaying her hips, while looking me intently in the eyes. I watched her lips get closer and closer to my face. As lightly as possible, her lips brushed over mine. Her eyes began to close and, for a few moments, I let myself forget all about the things I was doing behind everyone's backs. I let myself go back to a time where there was only one female in my life and I was content with that. As our kisses intensified, I heard a couple of our friends whistling. Since I knew they all liked Karrie, it was natural for them to always give her a hard time. She pulled away from our kiss and
started laughing, while tightening her arms around my neck. "Tell me you miss me."
 

I leaned close to her ear. "You know I do."
 

Her arms slowly made their way from the back of my neck, down to my chest. She bit down on her lip before turning around and grinding her ass into my groin. I put my hands on her hips and matched her rhythm. As we swayed to the beat of the music, Karrie did her best to try and make me forget that we were surrounded by people. I could hardly contain the growing bulge in my pants that had somehow become accustomed to being used so much.
 

I let my fingers slide toward the edges of her shirt, and then lifted them up until they were on her naked stomach. She ground her ass into me harder, letting me know her intentions.
 

I read them loud and clear. Not wasting any more time, I spun her around as our lips made contact. This time, the music was too loud to hear anyone making fun of us.
 

As the night progressed, so did my anticipation of taking Karrie home and spending the night reacquainting myself with every single inch of her body. In between dancing, we kept our body temperatures down by drinking as much alcohol as we could. Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly a healthy way to cool down, but the more we drank, the less we cared.
 

The bar was usually pretty dark, with the exception of the colorful lights that spun from the ceiling. Occasionally, girls would climb on the bar, like Alex had, and dance. When that happened, they had a strobe light they turned on and made a big deal over it.
 

Usually, things didn't get rowdy until ten or eleven. Tonight, the bar was slammed with people and it only took a matter of time before the hot chicks started climbing up and doing their ass shaking.
 

I caught Karrie rolling her eyes and turning her back to face them. I chuckled and wrapped one arm around her, while
I took another drink of my beer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted this girl in a tight white skirt and matching tank top. I did a double take when I realized that it was Alex.
 

She continued dancing with her friend, but never let her eyes leave mine. Karrie grabbed my face and made me look at her. "Stop watching those little skanks."
 

I let out an air filled chuckle. "I wasn't watching them." It was a total lie.
 

"Yeah right. If you want some of this tonight," she motioned her hands to trace her body, "then you better keep your eyes on me."
 

Karrie wasn't a very jealous person; in fact, she hardly ever cared where I was when we weren't together. I think she just wanted our visit to continue without interruptions. I couldn't blame her for that.
 

When it was time to break the seal, I leaned over toward her ear. "I gotta piss, babe. I'll be right back."
 

I had no sooner made it to the bathroom and leaned over the urinal, when I felt hands wrapping around my waist. Thinking that it was just Karrie, I shook my head and continued to piss.
 

"So, you should think about losing the chick and having some more fun with me tonight."
 

I pulled away from her, while zipping up my jeans. "What the fuck?" What are you doing in here, Alex?"
 

She put her hands behind her back, making her tits pop out more, and started swinging her body back and forth. "I just wanted to surprise you." She looked disappointed. "I thought you'd be happy to see me. Like, maybe, you wanted a reason to ditch the chick you're with."
 

I creased my brow. "That's my ex, Karrie. She came to spend a few days with me. Look, I don't want to piss you off, but I'd appreciate it if we didn't talk until she leaves for New York."
 

"Are you sure she's your ex?" She put her hands on her hips. "The way you're acting kinda makes me think you're still together." She put her hand up on my shoulder. "I mean, how would she feel if she knew where your dick was just a little while ago?"
 

My eyes got wide as I listened to this girl threatening me. "Are you serious right now? If you are, than we can end this so called friendship right now."
 

For a second she stayed quiet and then, out of know where, she smacked me on the chest. "I was just fucking with you, Bastian. I know you don't want me to interfere, that's why I cornered you in the men's room. Geesh, get a grip, buddy." She started laughing as she left me standing there in the bathroom, still not amused by her so called joke.
 

Even though she had assured me that she wouldn't cause a scene, it was still a worry to know that we were in the same bar. A part of me felt more uncomfortable with the constant reminder of what I was doing right in my face.
 

I grabbed Karrie by the arm and pulled her toward a corner of the bar. She looked up at me like I was crazy. I ran my hands down the sides of her long hair. "Let's get the hell out of here and spend some time alone before the guys get home."
 

I knew she wasn't about to argue, since she'd been trying to dry hump me all night long. She shook her head and that was all that I needed to get me to pay the tab and get the hell out of dodge.
 

Chapter 10
 

Being with Karrie was always so easy. We held hands on the way home and talked about some funny things that she'd experienced since moving to the big city. I knew at any moment she would ask me how work was going, and since I didn’t want to think about that particular conversation, it came out in her next sentence.
 

“So, how is Mrs. Smith?” We were holding hands and about a block from my place. She looked down at the dark ground as we walked.
 

I’ve got to be honest; I was pissed at myself for not practicing my answer. When the words came off of her lips, I swear I began to panic.
 

“I guess she’s fine. She hooked me up with her neighbors….um, her house, of course.”
Jesus, I just stuck my foot right in my mouth! Idiot!
 

“Wow. That lady came over once and talked all about how awesome her cleaning service was. You must be working your ass off.”