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Finally, it is getting close to the time I should have gotten up anyway. If Lindy needs the shower, I should make sure it’s clean and ready for her.
Quietly I cross the room toward the bathroom at the opposite end. I can’t help but glance at my bed, where Trevor sleeps, Lindy folded protectively between his arms. He breathes against her hair, jostling a clump of curls every time he exhales.
She seems completely at peace, utterly relaxed in his arms. My hands twitch at the sight and I realize I feel…
Never mind. I will get my turn. I know it. I could feel it when we kissed. There was something there, some gap that we crossed to find each other. Something real, maybe.
But for now, it’s probably better not to think too hard about it. I close the bathroom door and turn on the fan, hoping to muffle the sound of the shower. We have to go fast, to make sure we don’t run out of hot water. It isn’t a problem on the first- or second-floor bathrooms, but up here, there is always the possibility that the last guy in the shower only gets cold water.
What kind of host would I be? To let the lady shower in cold water? Not a chance.
Then I realize I’m thinking about her again, standing here with my dick in my hands and soapy water sliding over my body. It’s too much. I feel the hunger grip my balls like a fist.
When she kissed me, I wanted to take her right then. I wanted to pull her legs around me and feel her weight against my hips. Get my fingers in that curly mop of hair. Get my mouth around that smartass mouth of hers.
But instead, I resisted. Those were not the terms of the game at that point.
Imagine my surprise when she picked Trevor!
That almost makes my dick wilt, but then those curvy, candy-colored lips of hers pop back into my mind. I am hard all over again, and I can’t resist. I’ll just jerk this one out to make the rest of the day go better. After all, if she really is staying here, I’m going to need a little bit of discipline and fortitude.
I can’t help thinking about her as I fist my cock in both hands, the water warm, the soap velvety. I can imagine her lips sliding over the head of my cock, her eyes huge and doe-like as she stares at me.
That’s it. That’s the image right there. Her mouth on my cock, her lips stretched over its girth. That image sends me right over the edge and I jizz all over the back wall of the shower, then fall forward and stand there, panting, waiting for my head to clear.
The cum mixes with the soap and slides down the drain, leaving no trace at all. I’m sure we do it all the time, but we are usually pretty considerate about not leaving snail trails for each other all over the suite. It’s just good manners.
Finishing quickly, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist while I shave, brush my teeth, and get a little bit of liquid gel into my hair.
To my surprise, Lindy is standing next to the door when I open it again. Her cheeks redden when she sees me standing here in my towel.
“You need a shower? It’s all ready for you,” I explain quickly.
Her eyes drift over my chest, just the way they did when she was drawing me. It’s a good thing that I beat off in the shower, or I would be hard again already. I love the hungry way she looks at me.
“Um, yeah, I… You know what? Let me ask you a question,” she finishes quickly, stepping past me and pulling me back into the bathroom with her.
I follow obediently, holding on tight to the towel to make sure that I don’t end up naked by mistake.
“A question? Ask away,” I mumble.
She turns around to face me, her expression serious and a little confused.
“What is this? All of this?” she asks.
I just shrug.
She raises her hands to about chest level and then moves them in circles as though she is drawing out a floor plan of the suite.
“This,” she says again. “All of this.”
“You mean us? Me and the guys?”
Frustrated, she moves a puff of hair away from her forehead by blowing straight up out of the corner of her mouth.
“Yeah. You guys, me… What is going on here? Why does everybody keep telling me you are a team? Do they think I don’t understand what football means?”
Slowly, I begin to figure out what she is really asking me. She raises her eyebrows in challenge.
