Robert - Part Four

Bridget slid silently into the bathroom, gently closing the door before flicking the light on. She had been sure to check that Robert was fully immersed in a live gaming session on his computer. His gaming headphones were noise cancelling, so she thought this might be a good time to sneak in a shower.

She reached in and grasped the faucet knob, checking over her shoulder. She was still alone. She pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it into the hamper behind her. One more quick glance at the door, and she let her pants and underwear fall to the floor. She slid past the shower curtain like a ghost. Once under the hot water, she stood with her back to the stream, letting it wash over her shoulders and down her back, loosening her tense shoulders and neck as the water gently massaged her skin. Her eyes closed as she stood there basking in the peacefulness.

“Mind if I hop in?” Robert ripped the curtain back as he climbed into the shower. He did not wait for a response to his question.

“Um, yes, I do mind. We’ve talked about this,” she snapped back as he pushed his way under the shower head, effectively pushing her out of the water.

“Jesus, why do you like it so hot?” he scoffed as he reached for the knob to turn the water temperature down. “This isn’t Hell, you don’t have to boil yourself alive,” he rolled his eyes as he reached for the body wash and started lathering.

Bridget stood at the back of the shower, wet and shivering. She had made it clear on several occasions that she did not want company for every single shower. She just wanted some alone time in her boiling hot cauldron. It was a simple request, and yet, here he was. Again.

“Would you hurry it up please, I’m freezing over here,” she said through gritted teeth. Her arms folded over her breasts in a feeble attempt to stay warm.

“Bridgey, baby, we’ve been over this. We’ve been together for a decade. I’ve seen you naked. You don’t have to hide your body when we shower. I’ll just be a couple more minutes, cool your jets.” He turned his back to her and rinsed himself as slow as humanly possible. He eyed her over his shoulder, seemingly pleased with himself for making her wait. This would teach her to mouth off.

“I’m just going to get out and shower later.” She pulled the curtain back to step out of the shower, but as she did, a hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. Gripping her tight, he pulled her back into the shower.

“No sense in wasting more water, I’m almost done. Then you can have it.” He stared at her, unblinking, until she pulled the curtain closed. She knew in this moment what was next. If she had said nothing and just let him shower first, he would have gotten out and left her alone to finish the shower. But now he was mad. She upset him by complaining, and trying to leave. Now he would stand at the back of the tub and scrutinize her entire shower process. He would point out that she uses too much shampoo, or tell her she missed a spot so he would have an excuse to grab her ass. Bridget shampooed as fast as she could, just wanting this to be over. As she reached down to turn off the faucet, she felt a hand sliding up her thigh. She whirled around to face him.

“Sorry babe, it’s shark week,” she shrugged, wondering if her lie would pass.

“Again? Didn’t you just have a period like two weeks ago?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Um, I think it was three weeks ago, and I’m kinda stressed from work so it came a little early.” She was praying he wasn’t going to call her bluff on this. She absolutely did not feel like having any kind of spicy time after what just happened in the shower.

“Shit, okay. You’re mouth still works though” He winked as he removed the towel from his waist, letting it drop to the floor.