I must have unleashed some kind of sex-crazed version of Lori. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself though. Maybe she was kidding. Maybe I was imagining things.

“Really?”  She nodded slowly. So, no I wasn’t imagining things.

“I just…read about it all the time. It doesn’t seem that great.” I had only done it a few times; it wasn’t spectacular or anything. Then again, I never felt about any of my partners the way I feel about Lori.

“Oh.” My hesitation surprised me. I was prepared for a one-time thing that I would dwell over until I could get over it. If we did it again…I’d only be budding an addiction.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to. Just thought…you would.” She referred to my sexual prowess. I thought about it, but it was obvious she was curious.

“Okay.” I responded. Her eyes lit up in anticipation. I was already too far gone.

“I’ll be there in a second.” She nodded and entered the bathroom. A few seconds later I heard the water come on.

I asked myself if I could really do this. Stringing it along would only hurt. Now that I’ve had her, I wasn’t sure I could go back to being completely normal. Anytime she blushed I would think of her skin pinking up as I drove her to the edge of desire.

I would always think of how it feels to be inside her, to be rubbed up against her with no clothes in the way. Nothing would ever be the same. But I used the same excuse as before—if I didn’t give her what she wanted she would get it elsewhere. And I wasn’t sure I liked where elsewhere would be.

I thought of her in the shower, the water running down her body—over her curves. I was spouting an erection again. I went in the shower. Her back was to me as I opened the door, she was running her hands through her hair under the water. I kept thinking, ‘this is my best friend’ but it wasn’t a deterrent. It might have made me want her more.

Gingerly, I took her waist in my hands. She tried to turn around but I held her in place. If she wanted to see why it was so great, I was going to show her. I bent down and started nibbling on her ear. She sighed and leaned to the side. I moved my lips to her neck. My hands traveled across her body. I palmed her breasts in my hands, squeezed her nipples and moved farther down. The water took away all resistance, my hands were slick on her body.

By the time I reached her sex she was already wet—not from the shower. My middle and ring finger slid between her as my thumb circled her clit. My other hand was on her nipple, teasing it to hardened perfection.

“Unh…” she moaned loudly when I slid two fingers inside of her.

Her body fell against me, her legs weak as I brought her closer to the edge. She rubbed herself against my cock and I groaned deeply. She couldn’t play like that.

“Fuck, Lori.” She panted faster and faster.

She was almost there. Her body was tight, her sex clenched around me. I could feel her clit throbbing in my hands. It was almost fucking magical. Her moans filled the shower, matching the falling water in speed. Her hand gripped mine as she came. She spun around too fast and slipped, but I caught her before it was too bad.

“Easy, Cheesecake.” She looked up at me with the calmest expression, like she didn’t know her own name. Her eyes lit up—she was loving it. Her eyes didn’t leave mine as her hand trailed down my body.

“Lori.” I groaned when she wrapped her hand around my cock.

She started moving her hand up and down, slowly. She had no idea what she was doing, but it was perfect at the same time. I steadied myself with one hand beside her head on the shower wall. The other hand gripped her waist, but I figured if she was helping me out I should do the same to her. My hand went back to her sex, working her with my hands. I wanted to taste her again, but I wasn’t missing an opportunity to feel her hands on my cock.

Her hand started to move faster, when she moved her other hand to cup my balls I about died. I groaned deep in my chest, the vibrations of my moans filled the shower. I never moan like this, ever. I’ve never felt this satisfied.

“You like this?” Her voice was unsure.

“I fucking love it, Cheesecake.” She kept going.

As she got closer, her hand moved faster. The only hand jobs I ever get off on are my own, how the fuck does this feel so good? It’s only because it’s her, I know it. Everything in my body was tight all at once and then it was loose. She came in my hand and I came all across her stomach and chest. She watched my cum drip down her body before the water washed it away.

“Jesus, Lori.” I leaned against the shower wall behind me, catching my breath and trying to remember my name. Then I remembered I had a job to do.

I pressed her against the wall and lifted her up. I was glad we didn’t have to use a condom, showers and condoms don’t go well together. I hadn’t ever gone bareback…ever. Never had a consistent partner I could trust. I lifted her up against the shower and spread her legs open.

“Wrap your legs around me.” I huffed. Her ankles locked around me.

I held her ass firmly in my hand—her soft, round ass. God, how stupid were us men to glaze over someone like Lori? I watched her breasts rise and fall, her innocent face and sexy pout…she was so fucking perfect. I looked down to where our bodies joined and entered her in one swift thrust.

“Agh!” She cried out. I froze.

“Shit, I’m sorry I…” I panicked.

“No—I’m fine. Keep going please.” She bucked her hips toward me. I did as she said and moved.

Her arms slunk around my neck. Occasionally she would dig her nails into my skin. I left no space between our bodies. The water made us slick against each other. I was already so hard from her clenching around me. Already so close again. I was never ready this fast.

“God, Lori. You feel so good…” I groaned. I hid my face in her neck and I bit her shoulder softly before thinking, but she seemed to like it.

“Please go deeper.” Fuck, I liked the way she said please. It spurred me on. I moved deeper inside of her, gripping her hips firmer. She cried out.

I loved how loud she was. Her moans were the best thing I’ve ever heard. She didn’t hold anything back. How could someone so soft spoken be this loud? I didn’t care. I fucking loved it.

“Faster.” I looked at her, she was dead serious. Maybe I knew better, but she was asking for it.  I delivered.

I picked up my pace, driving into her as fast as I could. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I briefly sucked on her nipples before focusing on my thrusts. I could tell she was closer now. I used my thumb to circle her clit, bringing her closer. I was already seeing spots; I didn’t have much left in me but I held out for her.

She clenched around me and her body shook with spasms as she came. Two more thrusts and I was right there with her. I knew it was my last chance, so I kissed her as I came inside of her. Her lips were soft against mine, we fit perfectly together. Maybe this would show her we could be more, just maybe, I hoped. I had to let her go at some point. Our kiss broke and she looked at me with that same calm expression as I slid out of her. She watched my cum drip down her leg and disappear with the shower water.

“How was that?” I was still panting like I had just run a marathon. The girl tired me out.

“Better…than I imagined.” She licked her lips softly.

I reached to the side and turned on the other shower head. I rarely use it but my mom upgraded it anyways. It was oddly comfortable and platonic, us showering on opposite sides. It was hard to keep my erection at bay, knowing she was naked. Right behind me. Naked. I finished up and left before her while she was washing her hair. I smiled as the scent of cheesecake filled the air.

I threw on some sweats and changed my sheets quickly. I forgot about the laundry, so I transferred my clothes and put hers in. I left the sheets on the floor. I put another set of black sheets on the bed. I laid down and closed my eyes just as Lori appeared.

“Are you asleep?” I opened my eye to find her in a towel. Cue erection.

“Not yet. You wore me out, Cheesecake.” I closed my eyes again.

There was some shuffling until I felt her sit on the bed. I opened my eyes again, half asleep. She was reading the manuscript again.

“Come here.” I patted next to me.

There was no shift between us. No difference. It was comforting and scary at the same time. I knew I wouldn’t lose her but I was no closer to her being mine. She laid against my chest, her hair was damp but I didn’t care.

“You’ll tell me if you aren’t okay, right?” I asked.

“Yeah. But I’m fine. Really. You made it…everything I wanted it to be.” She looked up at me. I smiled softly and kissed her forehead, wishing I could kiss her lips instead. How could I go back to not touching her any way I want?

“I wanted you to feel good—safe.”

“I did.” She stared back at me. “You promise things won’t be weird?” I smiled a bit.

“Not unless you make them.” I teased her. I ticked her stomach softly—she was wearing that same Clemson shirt again. I intended to move my hand but I fell right asleep after that. The feeling of her against me was stronger than any sleeping pill.