Jesus, Mary, and Joseph: It wasn’t a dream.

I slowly blink, shutting my eyes for several seconds, just in case. However, when I open them, Nate’s tousled blond hair is still decorating the pillow beside me. He even looks sexy when he sleeps. I’m a mess, hair wild like I stuck my head out of a fast moving car window, but Nate…

Nate looks even better than he did before.

I need to tell someone. I grab my phone from the bedside table, moving slowly so that I don’t risk waking him up. I need some time to process.

Kim: It happened.

I stare at the screen, hoping that Frankie’s not gone to sleep. I need her advice. Knowing my best friend, the adventurous one, she’s still partying the night away in some fancy club. I glance at the sleeping beauty to my right. I’d rather be here…

Frankie: …

Frankie: It’s late. Don’t play games.

Frankie: Wait.

Frankie: No way. I just knocked over my water in bed. IT happened? Really?!

Kim: Well, no. But everything else did! It was amazing!!

Frankie: Fuck yeah! (Also, lol – you’re such a girl).

Kim: Why?

Frankie: You know what’s supposed to happen, right? Part A meets Part B…

Kim: Shut up! I know. But why rush things?

Frankie: Just don’t let Nate run away before you find out what his cock is like.

Kim: Frankie!

I glance at Nate, checking he’s still asleep. When I’m 100%, absolutely, completely sure, I snap a discreet picture of him. He’s still wearing the white shirt he arrived in, though it’s a little more unbuttoned. His dark blonde hair is messy against the white sheets; the faintest shadow of stubble accents his strong jaw.

I send the picture to Frankie, and slip out of bed. I grab my towel. I need a shower. Just being close to Nate is enough to get me hot and bothered.

Frankie doesn’t reply. I bet she’s green with envy. I would be. I’ve been on the receiving end of Frankie’s bad boy bed selfies before, and it feels real good to be able to dole one out.

I rest my phone on the toothbrush shelf above the base and, and flick the shower on. The phone starts buzzing almost before the first droplets of water bounce against the drain. It’s Frankie. Of course it is…

“Where are you?” She giggles with excitement. She’s not drunk, but she’s a little tipsy. “Is he right next to you?”

“I’m in the bathroom,” I reply. My voice is still rusty from sleep.

“No, Kim! You can’t leave a man like that alone in your bed. I forbid it.”

“I need a shower. Nate’s not going anywhere.”

I hope.

“Kim, baby, this is an intervention: 9-1-freaking-1. I get it, this is new to you: but I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t say something. Go wake him up: with your mouth, Kim. That boy is gorgeous. If you don’t go ride him right now, I’ll never forgive you.”

An image of Nate’s naked body flashes into my mind. I see myself undoing his shirt, one button at a time. I see myself layering his chest with a patchwork of kisses. I clench my legs together.

I clear my throat. It’s blocked up with desire. “This conversation’s over, Frankie,” I mutter, my voice strained, “I’ve got to… Wash my hair.”

“Kim. Kim!”

Frankie’s still screaming my name into the phone as I kill the call. I hold the power button down for good measure. I bet I’ll have half a dozen messages the next time I turn it on.

I shrug off my pajamas and toss them into a cloth puddle in the corner. I stare at my body in the full-length mirror inside the shower. It’s flecked with droplets of water, all rolling downward.

They don’t hide the lines on my stomach: nor my freckles; nor my curves.

I step into the shower, and lose myself in an ocean of noise. Large, hot droplets of water bounce off my shoulders and caress my skin. It’s a far-off copy of Nate’s touch the night before. Still, it’s enough of a reminder to send a wave of desire crackling across my skin.

I lift my hand above my shoulder and rest it on the cool tiles. Nate’s face appears in my mind. It’s like my body recorded everything he did last night on tape, and someone just pressed play.

My hand falls down my body. My pussy is burning; it’s calling out for attention. I can’t believe Nate didn’t take me up on my offer.

Geez, it wasn’t just an offer. I was begging for it.

My fingernails scrape against my hip. They keep going, cresting the mound that used to be covered with hair.

“Mind if I join you?”

I spin and nearly slip. It’s Nate’s voice. In here! Oh my God, did he see what I was doing? What I was about to do? I think I’ll die of embarrassment if he did.

I cover myself as best as I can, squashing my breasts against my chest with my left arm, hiding my pussy with my right hand. It doesn’t have to travel far…

“What are you doing in here?” I gasp. “You can’t…”

Nate’s ice-gray eyes are enough to steal the words from my mouth, and the breath from my lungs. He’s staring at me hungrily. I’m back to being prey, but I don’t care. Nate’s cold eyes flash with fire.

“So…Do you?” Nate growls; still wearing the same shirt and pants as the night before. Last night he said he didn’t want to put any more temptation in his path. “I’m only human,” he whispered into my ear as he lay next to me, refusing to give me what I wanted.

I can’t speak.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nate says with a cocky grin. He licks his lips like a man about to tuck into his favorite meal, and unbuttons his shirt with one hand. I gulp, and shiver – regardless of the warm water still pouring over my naked body.

The more skin he reveals, the more the resistance begins to tumble in my brain. Nate’s body is like a temple – hard, carved.

As Nate’s shirt falls to the floor, my eyes are drawn to his chest. It’s the first time I’ve seen it. It’s incredible. It’s like he was hewn out of stone, and polished to perfection, not born. He has a tattoo beneath his left pectoral – two words, and maybe a date. I can’t make it out through the shower door.

Could it be an ex-girlfriend’s name? I wonder. That doesn’t seem right. Nate doesn’t seem the type. That doesn’t stop a pang of jealousy from raging through me.

There’s another tattoo on his right shoulder. I can’t make it out, not exactly, but it looks familiar. I want to ask what it is, but I can’t make my lips work.

My pussy throbs with excitement. There’s nothing I can do to stop what’s about to happen. I wouldn’t even if I could. I needed this last night, and a night of graphic dreams only heightened my tension.

“You’re beautiful, you know, Kim?” Nate says while his fingers move busily, teasing his fly undone. “I want to lick every goddamn inch of you before I fuck you.”

“Oh,” I reply, feeling a sudden burst of courage. “So you’re finally ready, are you? What changed?”

My arm slips away from my breasts. I’m still burning up with embarrassment, but I love the way Nate looks at me. It makes me feel sexy, wanted, desired.

Nate’s pants fall to his ankles. He’s wearing a tight pair of boxer briefs that leaves little to the imagination. I can’t keep my eyes off them. He shrugs. I can only tell because I see his hands jerk upwards.

“I told you, Kim, I’m a man of my word. I told you I wasn’t going to sleep with you last night. But that was then, and this is now.”

“Then what are you waiting for now?”

I don’t recognize the words coming out of my mouth, or the girl speaking them. But I like it. I like this new me. She’s bold and confident. Everything I always wanted to be.

Nate grins. “That…”

He pulls his boxers off, stepping out of them without embarrassment. I can’t believe how casual he’s being about it. I’m hunched over, cringing from his gaze, but Nate? He stands tall.

His cock hangs loose, and my eyes drink it in greedily. I’ve never seen one before – not like this. Not in real life. It’s bigger than I expected, and smoother. His pubic hair is neatly trimmed, and his sculpted, thick abdominals descend into a perfect V by his hips. It’s like an arrow pointing the way to his cock.

Nate steps forward and pulls the shower door open. I gasp. This is really happening. It feels like a dream.

A wave of cool air hits me, and my nipples contract into hard, round nubs. A second later, Nate warms me up. He presses his body against mine, grabbing my ass with one hand and my cheek with the other. He pulls me in for a kiss.

It’s hard and firm: not at all like last night. I can tell that Nate’s hungry. I can tell he needs satisfying. I’m ready for him. My pussy’s aching for the feel of his cock.

Then he breaks away. I let out a little whimper of desperation.

Nate grabs a bar of soap and lathers himself up. With every sweep of his hand, he leaves a trail of soap suds. They seem to accent his muscles, leaving him looking even more sculpted than he was before.

My hand falls away from my pussy. I’m standing in front of Nate completely naked. His mouth curls with a smile. He’s doing this on purpose. I know he is, and I hate it. I’m desperate for his touch, and he’s withholding it from me.

“Need a hand?” I ask. I have to. I need to touch him.

Nate grins. It’s cocky, and I want to kiss it off his face. “I thought you’d never ask,” he says. He hands me the bar of soap.

I rub it between my hands, staring directly into Nate’s eyes. He can’t hold my gaze. His eyes keep dropping to my tits.

“I’m up here,” I whisper. But I don’t mind. I like it. I like the way his eyes burn when he sees me, when he devours every inch of my skin.

I touch him for the first time, sloping up his stomach. Nate’s body is hot to the touch – and hard, so hard. I dread to think how many hours he spends in the gym to be like this. I’m glad he does.

“Lower,” Nate growls. I do as I’m told. My hands drop to his hips.

“Lower…”

I do as I’m told.

I feel his cock for the first time. It’s soft, but growing every second. I stroke it experimentally. I’ve never held one before. It’s not what I expected. It’s softer, smoother, but I can barely fit it in my hands already.

“Perfect…” Nate groans, his eyes closed. I hide a smile. This is amazing. I know that he can’t fake this. His reaction is genuine – all the proof I need that he’s truly attracted to me – not just some wicked game he’s playing.

My hands keep massaging his cock until it’s hard as a rock – and long past the point at which the soap suds disappeared. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.

“Fucking hell, Kim,” Nate whispers. “You feel so good.”

I can’t believe I’m having this effect on a guy like Nate. He can’t take my touch. It makes me feel… sexy.

Out of nowhere, Nate pushes me back against the back wall of the shower. The tiles are cold, and the skin on my shoulders breaks out in goose bumps. He drops to his knees.

My skin is on fire.

“Open your legs,” Nate growls. I do as I’m told. They were parting anyway, already, before he asked. I thread my hands through his hair.

Nate licks me from top to bottom, and a moan escapes my lips. I can’t stop the thoughts racing through my mind. This isn’t how I pictured my first time. I thought I’d be in bed, maybe a hotel somewhere. None of that matters. This is perfect.

Every time Nate’s tongue grazes my clit, my stomach becomes a rolling wave of tension and a higher state of arousal.

“No…” I whisper.

But I want more. I need more. I want to explore Nate’s body. I grab him by the hair and pull his head up. He looks at me with questioning eyes, but as he rises, I fall.

The shower floor is hard against my knees, but I barely notice it. I kiss the tip of Nate’s engorged cock, and watch with amazement as it twitches under my touch.

“More,” Nate groans.

I do as I’m told.

I barely take the tip of his cock in my mouth, and this time it’s his hand that’s buried in my hair. I never expected his cock to taste this good, but it’s like it was made for me. Nate groans under my touch, and it spurs me to take more than just the tip in my mouth.

I twirl my tongue around the tip, and his nails scratch my scalp in response. I love how I can control him like this. I push one button, and he reacts. My pussy is throbbing with excitement now, begging to be filled.

Then –

Then Nate’s freaking cell phone goes off. I take my mouth off his cock for just long enough to say: “you better ignore that!”

For a second longer, Nate’s gasps of pleasure are all I can hear. But I feel him pushing me away. His eyes are filled with a deep, apologetic sadness, one that’s twinned with desire. I know what he’s about to say. I just can’t believe he’ll say it!

“I’m sorry, Kiss,” he whispers, “but it’s about work. I’ve got to get it.”

I fall back against the cold glass. I can already feel it. I know, somehow, that it’s all going wrong. I feel my first time slipping away, like it’s done so many times before.

Except then, it was my fault. This time’s different. This time I was ready.

Nate climbs, naked, out of the shower and digs in his pants for his cell phone. He presses it to his ear.

“Shoot,” he growls, “but this had better be good: really good.”

I watch him carefully. The person on the other end of the line says something, and Nate’s eyes flicker to me. For a second I get the sense that they are discussing me, but I shake it off. That’s not possible.

Nate’s eyes close, and his head falls back.

“Dammit,” he says. “I’m coming in. I’ll be there in twenty.”