I was at George's place today, but today was different. Very different.
I followed George back to his apartment after work. It had been around seven thirty when we got back, and around ten at night when we finished watching a few episodes of a series on Netflix. I took a shower, and George went in after me. When he was gone, I had wanted to change into clothes but a part of me decided to forget about that and do what I've been wanting to do for a while. I put my towel away and climbed up to George's bed, sitting at the edge completely n***d as I waited for him to finish showering. I was flustered, my face was red, and from time to time I wanted to climb back down and get into clothes. I resisted the voice inside my head that was telling me a looked disgusting, and that what I wanted to do
