Stephanie

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What on earth was I doing? Inviting a guy back to my house who I barely even know, and on top of that, inviting him to use my shower?

Well, he fell into a lake. It would have been heartless of me to make him walk it off to wherever he was from.

Or I did it because I really wanted to fuck him.

God, my mind was giving me a headache...

Fucking is a good cure for headaches.

Shut up, mind.

I think I did decently for a first apartment, especially since I wasn't exactly going to ever be pulling in the big bucks as a teacher. It was a one-bedroom place on the fourth floor, but it had a kitchen, a bath, and enough space that I could have a sofa and a bed in separate rooms. If the term bachelorette pad was a thing, well, this would be it.

Trevor chattered behind me as we rushed up the stairs. He insisted I lead the way, going ladies first. I knew better. I glanced back every so often, to catch him looking away. His eyes were clearly lined up with my ass.

I should have called him a pig. Or make some snarky comment. It was odd though. I liked the way that he looked at me. It wasn't just a pervert's leering. It was... admiration? It was so hard to explain. I just felt desired.

We reached the door, I pulled out my keys. He approached me, his wetness making even me shiver, and the scent of the lake water still so strong. Yeah, this guy needed a shower.

Maybe a bath. You know, so you could give him a good scrubbing.

Shut up, mind.

Opening the door, I pushed in. "The shower is the last door on the left. Do you have anyone you can call for a change of clothes?"

"Can't, my phone is sort of moist at the moment. I'm not making any calls tonight."

"You could use my phone. I'm doubting you remember a number?"

"It's the twenty-first century, Steph. No one remembers phone numbers anymore." He smirked my way, before taking off toward the bathroom. He moved down there quickly, the sound of the shower's water running coming soon after. He did close the door. I guess even he wasn't that blatant.

With that leg of the adventure done, I plopped myself onto the couch, and took off my heels. For a time, the sudden surge of comfort was enough to distract me from the situation, but nothing was going to keep me distracted that I had an Adonis in my bathroom. Naked. Hot water pouring down his well-sculpted body.

My legs were spreading, and I was reaching down between them. I caught myself. Now was not the time for that. What was I going to do with a wet behemoth? Did I let him sit around my house naked until his stuff got through the dryer? That'd be an hour at least. Maybe I should wash it first, which added another thirty minutes. Having him around here for an hour and a half, Jesus, I don't think eastern monks have had tougher tests of resisting temptation.

Taking a cue from that, I started breathing deeply. Trying to meditate away my lust.

Soon, the water stopped. The door opened.

I was not a large woman by any means. I never took size into consideration when I bought towels, most anything would do for me.

Trevor, though?

Not so much.

He was straining to wrap it around his waist, it almost looking like a hand towel when pressed against him.

The towel, though, was the last thing I cared about. It was the man under the towel, er, wrapped inside of it. Trevor.

Seeing him for everything that he had, all on display here, I was suddenly shaking with anticipation. He was hot. So fucking hot. It really wasn't fair. I stood up, looking for something to block it all out of my head. "Um, maybe I should get you a blanket."

He just looked at me. Up and down. "I can think of something much more useful in keeping me warm."

"Um, uh... an electric blanket?" I grinned.

He kissed my grin, and that grin quickly faded into a kiss back. Adrenaline pumped through me as I couldn't stop myself from accepting his kiss, accepting the tongue, accepting everything. He petted my head, going down my back, goosebumps lying in his wake.

This close to him, I could smell his musk. I could feel myself falling for this man. A primal, passionate need. I couldn't come up with a better explanation on why I was doing this. Biology must have been taking over. I wasn't this type of girl. I would never fuck a guy I just met at a bar.

Yet I was. Or quickly on the road to doing so.

Running my fingers through his hair, down his back, truly appreciating the beefcake that he was.

That towel toppled to the floor as he lifted me up, his fingers delightfully digging into my ass, and carrying me to the sofa. Pinning me down horizontally, our kisses continued. I was feeling something rigid against my leg. Seriously, that couldn't possibly be...

It was. They made them that big? Should I tell him to go see a doctor about that? How does that even work? You know, with the thrusting and penetration, and all of that?

Something to deal with later. Now he was touching my face, my neck, pushing those dress straps down. My heart was beating so hard as he started to pull the dress down around my center. I was worried that he wouldn't be as amazed by me as I was amazed by him. I never thought myself to be drop dead gorgeous or anywhere near his league.

As he revealed my breasts, the air of the room tickling my nipples, I saw that he had nothing but an admiring smile on his face. To him, I was the sexiest thing in the world. I didn't understand it one bit, yet it was exhilarating all the same.

"Fucking hell, you're so damn fine," he said, the hot breath of his whispers tickling my ear. He did stop to a raise an eyebrow though. "You seem tense, Stephanie."

"Um, uh, I've never done something like this before."

"Wait, you're a virgin?"

"No, no, not that. The whole, meet a guy at a bar, bring him back. It's just so weird for me."

"You need to relax, my girl. I know just the thing." Another kiss. That alone was a damn fine argument, my body on overdrive from such a minor movement. He didn't stop at my lips. He went down my neck, with one that almost felt sharp enough to be a hickey. Down to my breasts, which he had delicately worshipped with his fingers so far. His tongue batted at the nipples, and then latched onto them, sending a powerful yet blissful shock jutting through my body. He showed both of them the same love, causing me to cry out with a small moan. He stopped, only to glance up at me. "That'll be the first of very many, Stephanie."

I didn't doubt it one bit.

Those strong hands of his continued down to my belly, tickling me ever so slightly with his movements. My legs spread, he placed his fine naked self right in front of me, only my panties preserving the little shred of modesty that I had left. His hand over it, I anticipated what was coming my way, and I wanted it so, so bad. He gently rubbed me through the fabric, pushing it against my folds. "I can already tell you're dripping wet, Stephanie. It's cute as hell."

"Cute?"

"Cute can be sexy too. Cute is my favorite kind of sexy." He punctuated his words by finding my clit through the fabric and latching down on it. I cried out, it so sudden yet so powerful. I caressed his head between my legs. I wanted more of that. I needed more of that.