JUNE;
The steam still clung to my skin like it had followed me all the way up the stairs. What the heck did I just see? Was that a d**k or a long smoothly carved log between his thighs?
My legs felt shaky, like jelly left out in the sun, as I bolted up the steps two at a time. The towel slipped a little around my chest and I clutched it tighter, shower gel held tightly under one arm, knuckles white.
Why was my body reacting this way? My n*****s had gone all tight and hard, pushing painfully against the thick fabric like they were begging to be touched. Every little shift of the towel sent sparks straight down between my legs.
And down there… Oh, sweet Lord!. My core throbbed with a deep, hot ache I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t tell if it was just the desperate need to pee or the raw im
