“What does it do?” he wondered.
“Pretty much you leave the tampon in, it gets too saturated, and allows bacteria to grow…at least that’s what I got from the box,” I admitted. “You start exhibiting signs of sickness. Fever, vomiting and diarrhea, confusion, muscle aches. Headaches. Stuff like that.”
He opened both eyes.
“If that’s a possibility, why the fuck do women use tampons at all?” he asked.
That, I had no idea.
“Do you use them?” he asked.
I found myself smiling. “Yes. How do you think I know all this shit? I read the box, remember?”
He looked worried for a few long moments. “I think you should use pads.”
I made a gagging sound. “Yeah, that’s a big, fat no.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because wearing pads makes me feel dirty all the time,” I admitted. “I’d rather change my tampon every hour than wear a pad and get blood everywhere.”
He scrunched up his nose. “How did we get onto this topic?”
His back started to jump, and I looked at the muscles exposed to see the TENS unit make the muscles jump and flex.
I laid my head back down and said, “I have no idea. We were talking about shitting, and then this.”
He snorted.
“I’m not sure how we got on that topic, either,” he admitted. “My balls are numb.”
I burst out laughing.
“Is there any topic of conversation that is sacred between us?” I asked teasingly.
“No.” He paused. “Before you know it, we’ll be farting in front of each other, and shitting with the door open.”
I made a gagging sound. “Yeah, that’s a big no on my part.”
He winked. “I’ll convert you; don’t you worry.”
I had a feeling that he was dead wrong, but since he was so cutely sweet about it all, and his mouth was so close to mine, I continued to tease him.
“You’re telling me that you’d be okay with used tampons in your trash can and me pooping while you’re brushing your teeth?” I asked bawdily.
He snorted.
“As long as it doesn’t smell, yes,” he countered.
I made a gagging sound.
“Exactly,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re nuts,” I told him. “Really damn nuts.”
His grin filled up his face.
“We’ll ease into it, honey,” he rumbled. “Don’t worry.”
The alarm on his unit went off, and Check was back, removing the pads on his flesh before either one of us could even move.
“I’m almost afraid of what y’all are easing into,” Check said. “The last time I said that, I was trying to convince my girlfriend to do anal.”
I choked as Check’s words penetrated my brain.
Banks started to laugh and buried his face in my hip.
“Umm,” I said. “No. We were talking about pooping in front of each other.”
Not like that was much better now that it’d come out of my mouth.
“That’s disgusting,” Mandee said as she overheard the words come out of my mouth.
I felt my eye start to twitch.
“There has to be some romance left in the relationship,” Mandee continued. “Something like that is downright offensive.”
“Why?” Banks asked as he painfully rolled over.
Mandee’s eyes started to go to Banks’ crotch, but I tossed my hand over the offending object when he finally rolled, causing us all to freeze.
Mandee flushed as she looked away, acting as if she wasn’t about to look.
Check started to laugh.
Banks’ cock started to grow underneath my hand.
And now I was in a predicament.
Did I move my hand and save myself the embarrassment of what would happen if I left it? Or did I leave it?
I didn’t want Mandee looking at it. I also knew that Check would see it as well.
There was no hiding what I could feel underneath my hand.
I decided to leave it.
“You may leave,” I said crisply.
Check shook his head as a chuckle escaped his lips.
“Since you’re there,” he said as he pulled a tube of something out of his pocket. “Rub that all over the inside of his leg. I had a chance to look at it earlier. It’s bruised but not cut at all. This ointment will help with the bruising.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Though, I’d suggest taking this elsewhere. A couple of the bullfighters need looked at, and you’re taking up one of my only beds.”
With that parting comment, Check left, leaving us as alone as he could in the area we’d been confined to for the last twenty minutes.
It was only after Banks started to grow harder underneath my hand that I realized I was still covering his cock with my hand.
“Shit,” I said, pulling my hand away. “I’m sorry.”
I tried to look anywhere but at him, but he caught my cheek and turned me to look him straight in the eyes.
“Don’t be,” he rumbled. “I’m not.”
With that he stood up, slowly, and swung his legs over the bed.
When he did, I saw where the little stickers from the TENS unit had been stuck to his bare back.