Page 55 of Man Seeking Woman

I think if it was anyone else it would bother me with how much they were trying to break down that stranger barrier. Not with him, with August I actually admired it.

I liked that he wanted me to feel comfortable with him. I liked that he wanted to bring us closer together when we had only met a week before. Once I signed those papers, August and I texted back and forth quite a bit, even talking on the phone a few times too.

We discussed simple things like age (he's thirty-four), birthdays, and middle names. His middle name is Norton in case you were wondering, and yes I laughed too. It was all small talk, the little things that really don't matter, but they're super easy to ask and not feel weird.

“Oh, I'm not scared, I can tell you that. I'll do it, I'll pee while you're in the shower, I don't care.”

I wasn't embarrassed to urinate with him in the same room. But I was nervous that knowing he was naked, and there was nothing but a thin sheet of glass between us, those damn butterflies might come swarming.

Sitting on the toilet, I was partially hidden behind a wall that came up to my shoulders. I could see August in the shower, a lot more clearly than from the bed. The glass did very little to truly hide his body. It was blurry, a close comparison to drunk goggles I would think. His cock was dangling between his legs, a thick mane of dark hair surrounded the base. But the image as a whole was fuzzy.

The sound of the water splashed off the tiles and the glass, making popping noises as he ran his hands over his head and excess water was thrown to the floor.

My belly began to tumble, pussy clenching tight. Wiping, I flushed the toilet and quickly went back into the bedroom, climbing into the bed and under the covers. Pulling the blanket over my head, I forced myself into darkness.

What did I get myself into?