I felt so strange and alone now that she was gone. I stretched out on my soft, comfortable bed. When I opened my eyes again, it was totally dark outside. I must have fallen asleep. I really had to pee. I got up groggily and went to the bathroom. Before I could fully discern my surroundings, I felt the steam of the shower hit me in the face. A naked, toned body came into view. I stopped in my tracks, shocked and embarrassed, too mesmerized by the image of him to escape. He was sculpted and cut—not the gym kind of lean, the kind of lean from hard labor. He had more tattoos on his chest and back.
He turned around to face me, and his giant cock was semi-erect between his legs. It looked huge, like a porn star’s. I’d watched porn, but this was the first time I had ever seen a naked man in person and up close.
He didn’t look shocked. Instead, he looked at me, his piercing eyes never leaving mine. He grinned at me mischievously and ran his hand through his long brown hair. I ran to my room and locked the bathroom door behind me. I covered myself in my blankets like I was hiding from some kind of a monster.
Eventually, I heard him get out of the shower and go into his room. I didn’t care how badly I had to pee—I was not leaving this bed until I could escape the reality of what had just happened.
This is why you don’t share a bathroom, I thought to myself, aggravated.
Still, I thought of his hard body. Between my legs, I was moist and filled with desire. I reached gently for my clit and began rubbing it, moaning softly into my pillow. I imagined him on top of me, his mouth all over mine and his cock pressing between my legs. I imagined what I thought sex would feel like, thinking it felt the same as when I rubbed my clit like this.
My breathing became heavier as I felt my orgasm trickle down my pussy. I pressed harder on my clit, panting softly, no longer caring if he could hear me or not. In fact, the thought aroused me. I came, hard, all over my hand.
I got up, wobbly-kneed, and made my way downstairs to a half-bathroom I’d seen when I first came into the house. I peed, grateful for the relief. Then I went back upstairs and locked my door. I buried myself in the blankets again, and I didn’t make a sound until morning, even though I couldn’t sleep.
ASHTON
I was done with my car for the night and covered in grease. The house was silent—everyone was asleep. When I first entered my room, I noticed the door to the bathroom was closed. I’d left it opened. I grinned to myself. Someone was a little sneak. Perhaps she wasn’t so innocent after all.
I loved a shower after four hours of hard work. My muscles were aching, and the hot water felt so good. She had put some stuff on her side of the bathroom. My side was so messy. I felt embarrassed again. Embarrassment was such an odd emotion for me, because I seldom felt it. Most of the time I didn’t give much of a shit what people thought. But her? I guess that was a different story.
I turned the shower on, and the room filled with steam. I rubbed my favorite soap all over my body and watched the tub fill with brown grease and oil from my job well done. I shampooed my hair, letting the water wash the soap off me.
I heard the door open and a few small footsteps. The curtain to the shower was mostly open, revealing me almost completely. Amy stood, wide-eyed, like a deer in headlights. I saw her eyes trace from the top of my body all the way to the bottom. For a brief moment, they rested on my cock, which was becoming hard just because she’d walked in on me.
She was sexy without trying to be. Her hair was slightly messed up from sleep, and her lips were pink. A soft blush tinged her cheeks, and she turned around sharply, practically running out of the bathroom. I heard the door lock behind her.
I wasn’t embarrassed now, just horny as hell. Imagining what I could do to her made me harder, my cock fully erect. I grasped my cock with my hand and used soap as lubricant. I wrapped my hand around it and began jerking myself off furiously, using one hand to steady myself as the water spilled over me.
I envisioned grabbing her hard and pulling her into the shower with me. I would push her gently against the wall of the shower, ripping her sopping wet clothes off. Our kiss would be deep, hard, and wet from spit and the shower. I imagined entering her sweet pussy, watching her eyes grow large as I filled her. I’d pound the shit out of her until I came all over her pretty, toned stomach. Seeing this in my head sent me over the edge, and I grunted a few times, pumping hot cum down the drain.
I turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around me, but I didn’t lock the door to my room. A part of me wanted her to come in—wanted her to sleep with me, maybe cuddle?
Cuddling? Since when do you do that, Ash? Get yourself together.
I laid down in my bed and heard her come up the stairs. I smirked. She must have used the bathroom downstairs in an effort to avoid me. I mean, could I really blame her? Most people weren’t cool when someone walked in on them naked. I wondered if she was clueless to the fact that I wanted her. She seemed innocent enough, so she probably was.
AMY
“Get packed! We’re going to the beach,” my mom exclaimed.
I was already dressed. I didn’t want Ashton to see me disheveled. “We’re going to the beach?”