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action. 
    I must have been squeezing the bar of soap really hard, though, because suddenly it squirts out of my hand and smacks against the wall of the tub.  We both jump at the loud noise. 
    At once, we both begin speaking.
    “Brock, I—“
    “Katie, I want—“
    I gulp and speak again.  “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
    He glances down at his rigid cock.  “Then I’d better have a word with my little buddy.  He obviously thinks this is a great idea.  And I can’t help it.  You’re naked in a shower.  And I’m a normal, healthy man.”
    My chest rises and falls with my rapid breathing.  “I thought you were gay.”
    He crossed his arms over his chest, disbelief in his eyes.  “You think I’m gay?”
    “You’ve never tried anything with me.”
    “I’ve been walking around my apartment for two long years with a hard-on and you thought I was gay.  Unbelievable.”
    I gaze into his eyes.  “You never made a move.  You never even tried to touch me.”
    His gaze locks with mine and his throat moves in a slow swallow.  “I…I see.”
    “I’m a sex-starved woman, I couldn’t even bring myself to sleep with anyone else.  I wanted you so bad.” 
    “So you’re saying you’ve not had a sexual relationship with anyone for two years?”  I can see he looks flabbergasted.
    “Well, about a year and a half.”  I look down.  “After I got to know you better.”
    “You should have said something to me.”
    “You should have said something to me.”  I countered.               
    “Touché.”  His arms are crossed over his magnificent chest.  “So what do we do now?”
    I reach out and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, using it as a grab-bar.  “You better come in, ready or not.  But I think you’re more than ready.”
    When I grab hold of him, I groan. 
    My washcloth drops with a splat into the water swirling over the bottom of the tub as I reach for him.  I need both hands free, one to touch his chest, to explore the magical territory I’d dreamed of every time I looked at him.  His chest alone is enough to keep me occupied for a very long time.  Fingers splayed, I reverently curve my hand more tightly around his cock as the blood surges through my body in a tidal wave of lust.
    I have a firm hold on his cock as he backs me against the wet marble and gazes down at my flushed face.  I can hardly believe that he is about to satisfy every craving I’ve ever had, starting with kissing his full lips.  But I’ll have to let go of him or I don’t think we will even make it through the kiss.
    “Let go,” he murmurs, his voice is thick and a little shaky with anticipation.  “I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
    “But I love the feel of you.”  I rub my thumb along the underside of his shaft.  “It’s been so long.”
    “Then maybe you’ve forgotten what’s liable to happen if you keep that up.”
    “No, I haven’t.” 
    His smile is one-hundred-percent male and one-hundred-percent seduction. 
    “I haven’t forgotten.”  I begin stroking him more firmly, my thumb circling the very tip. 
    He closes his eyes.  “Katie, stop.”  He reaches down and holds my wrist.  “Or I’ll come.”
    “Maybe I want that.  Maybe I want to make you lose control.”
    He tightens his grip on my wrist.  “No, not yet.  You’re the one who’s gone a year and a half without sex.  And besides, the man is supposed to satisfy the woman first, so you need to let—
    “No, you let me.”  I tug his head down and brush my mouth against his, teasingly.  “Kiss me, Brock.  Kiss me while I make you come.”
    So that’s how this first kiss turns out.  He let go of my wrist and let me have my way with him.  Bracing both hands on the marble behind my head; he lowers his mouth to mine and I kiss him hard, and he kisses me back just as hard, thrusting his tongue inside as I give him a hand job.  He has to stop kissing me so he can gasp for