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lack of condoms would be one more thing to keep me in check.  Did it even matter, if he’s gay? 
    Ah, geez.  Why must I always be attracted to unavailable men?  I’m in hell, is where I am—naked in the same house with the sexiest man alive coupled with my own overly zealous libido.  I run my hand down to my pussy, touching myself, rubbing my slick finger over my clit.  Gasping at the pleasure I am inflicting.  Yep.  Hell.
     
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    The sound of the shower running must have filtered gradually through Brock’s brain.  It has been two long years since he’s listened to someone else take a shower. 
    So she is in my shower.  And she is hot and sticky, because of helping me out today.  I would love to be in the shower, too.  With her.  But I have tried to convince myself that it’s a bad idea.  However, she is naked in the shower.  How strong can anyone expect a man to be, when he has a naked woman in his shower?
    Okay, what if I announce to her that I only want one meaningless sexual experience?  I could assure her that I have no permanent designs on her; but that I need one female-induced orgasm or I’ll go crazy.  It seems like a reasonable request, and we’ve become friends over the past two years.
    Now is the time to ask, when she is already naked.  At least there is no awkward undressing scene, no chance for second thoughts.  One quick orgasm, that’s all I need or really want.  Then I’ll leave her alone.  So it’s decided.  One little orgasm won’t matter so much, would it?  After that, I’ll be a good boy. 
    Leaving the kitchen, I step out of my jeans and boxers and walk toward the closed bathroom door.   As I open it, the sound of a washcloth slapping against bare skin stops.  
    The shower curtain tucked inside the rim of the bathtub is opaque, darn it.  I would have loved a sneak preview.  I will have to remember to buy a clear one the next time I’m at the store.  Even so, my imagination paints a vivid picture of her standing on the other side of that curtain, water dripping off her…everything.
     
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    “Brock?”  My voice rises nervously.  Just breathe.  Just breathe.  Just breathe.
    “Yeah, just me,” he replies.
    “Oh.”  Long pause.  “I, uh, thought I’d go ahead and take a shower here.”  I know I sound very, very nervous.  “Since you’re making dinner.”
    “I think that’s a great idea.  You were hot, and some cool water sounds wonderful about now.”  I can hear him stepping closer to the tub. 
    “I’m almost done.  In fact, I’ve been in here long enough.  If you want to have the bathroom next, I’ll be out in no time.  No time at all.”  I am definitely in nervous mode.
    Two long years of sitting with him, eating with him and smelling him has proven to be all too long.  All of a sudden, it became surprisingly very quiet.
    “Brock?  Are you still out there?  Listen, I am thinking we need to...” I freeze as he reaches for the shower curtain.
    “Let me give you a suggestion.”  He pulls aside the curtain.  “ Ohmygod , you’re naked.”  Oh, yeah.  This will be excellent.
    He looks really good without clothes, too, as I stand here with water sluicing off every naked inch of me.  The spray of the water patters all around me, dampening my skin and making my nipples tighten even more.
    I don’t move at all.  I clutch a washcloth in one hand and a bar of soap in the other while I stare at him with a shell-shocked expression.  I’m so excited that he is already turned on.
    If I wasn’t so sexually excited, I might laugh.
    Then a part of him moves.  The part that interests me the most right now.  If I get the attention of that certain part, we are in business.  Maybe he’s not gay after all.  He is staring at my pussy.  My smooth, shaven pussy, and he must like it.  Sure enough, in no time that area of his anatomy is fully deployed and ready for