My Dear Readers,
Disclaimer:
What I write is fiction/fantasy/fairy tales for adults. None of my characters are real, no one was injured during the production of my stories and just like on T.V., they all get up when the scene is over, have a beer, remove the makeup and go home, ready to return in the next chapter, all the boo boos healed.
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Enjoy.
Dom Woolf
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He had the best of intentions, he really did. Get up early, car already packed, head out for the eight hour drive all rested with a clear head a passenger seat full of snacks and a large thermos of mom's best coffee. Get to school in the early afternoon, unpack the car, set up his room, hit the bed early, and start the year off right. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for anything.
Things didn't go as planned. Saturday night was to be his farewell party with the guys and a tender goodbye to his high school girlfriend. Instead his folks threw a surprise farewell party/bbq that lasted well into the evening, his buddies idea of a farewell included way too much beer and partying well into the wee hours of the morning. His girlfriend decided to get clingy and upset and angry and teary and oh hell, all that emotional stuff.
He got home at dawn, drunk, bleary eyed and exhausted. He felt worn out physically, emotionally and sexually frustrated. Frustrated because on top of all the tears and crap she threw at him, Susie was a nice girl who didn't put out but who knew how to drive him to the brink and leave him hanging. Literally.
So much for good intentions, instead here he was at two am unloading all his hastily packed junk into a corner by his bed, pissing off his new roommate who was trying to sleep, tired, hungry, dirty and still hung-over.
Dan decided he needed a shower and sleep. He dug as quietly as he could through the boxes and bags until he found his towel and bathroom kit. He was looking for his robe when he knocked over one of the stacked boxes eliciting a growl from his half asleep roommate.
'Fuck it.' He thought. No ones gonna see him wrapped in a towel at two am then he slipped from the room and headed for the communal shower at the far end of the dorm hall.
Once inside he found an empty locker and stripped off the clothes he had been living in since yesterday afternoon. He walked to the center of the tiled shower room and began to adjust the showerhead and water temperature just the way he liked it, steaming hot.
He stood under the steaming water for a couple of minutes adjusting to the heat, just letting the water stream over his head and run down his tired body. He washed with the shower gel Mom bought him. He loved the scent it gave off.
After he rinsed off, he laid his head in his arms and leaned into the wall, just allowing the streaming hot water to pound into his back and neck muscles to ease the tension.
'Man, I hope it gets easier.' Dan's mind ran through the list of things he had to do tomorrow. Classes, books, unpacking, shopping. He groaned.
"It's really not all that bad once you get used to it, freshie." The voice was soft, light, decidedly humorous, and definitely as female as the body that suddenly pressed up against his butt. Dan froze like a deer in the headlights.
Long slim fingers slid up his back sending shivers up his spine. The fingers dug into the tense muscles across the back of his shoulders and neck and began massaging the tension away.
He could feel the firmness of her belly as it pressed against the small of his back. He shivered as the softness of her breasts slid across his spine and the nipples like two extra fingers dragged up and down his back.
Her fingers curled into his black hair, gently pulling and massaging the back of his neck and head. Slowly his muscles grew looser and the tension eased from his shoulders.
