I sat there, the sound of the shower running in the background, my mind racing with what Jake had just shared. The idea of him experiencing something so intense and new was captivating. I couldn’t shake the vivid images his words had painted in my mind, nor the strange pull they had on me.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I found myself standing outside the bathroom door. The sound of water hitting the tiles was rhythmic, soothing even. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. What was I doing? This was crazy. But the thought of Jake, vulnerable and exposed, was too much to resist.
I pushed the door open slowly, peeking inside. The steam from the shower clouded my view, but I could make out Jake’s silhouette through the frosted glass. He was facing away from me, water cascading down his back, droplets catching the light as they fell.
“Jake?” My voice was barely a whisper, drowned out by the sound of the water.
He turned, surprised, his expression morphing from shock to curiosity. “What are you doing here?” he asked, wiping water from his face.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, stepping into the room. The heat from the shower enveloped me, mingling with the nervous energy coursing through my veins. “I just… after what you told me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
Jake studied me for a moment, then reached out and slid the shower door open. “Come in, then,” he said, his tone inviting.
I hesitated only briefly before stepping into the shower. The warm water hit my skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. We stood there, inches apart, the water flowing around us.
“What did you want to know?” Jake asked, his voice low, eyes locked on mine.
“Everything,” I breathed out, unable to look away. “How it felt, what he did… everything.”
Jake stepped closer, closing the gap between us. His chest pressed against mine, the sensation electric. “Like this,” he murmured, reaching down to guide my hand to him. “He touched me like this, gentle but sure.”
My fingers followed his lead, exploring the contours of his body under the guise of learning. The feel of his wet skin, slick under my touch, was intoxicating.
“And then,” Jake continued, his breath hot against my ear, “he kissed me. Here, and here,” he punctuated each word with a kiss to my neck, my jaw, sending waves of pleasure through me.
Encouraged by his actions, I mimicked his movements, kissing him back with a fervor I didn’t know I possessed. Our lips met, tentative at first, then more insistent. The taste of him, mixed with the soap and water, was addictive.
Jake’s hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer. “He did this too,” he whispered against my mouth, guiding my hand lower. “He made me feel things I’d never felt before.”
Following his lead, I explored further, my heart pounding as I touched him intimately. The realization of what we were doing crashed over me, but instead of stopping, it fueled my desire.
“Like this?” I asked, my voice shaky as I mimicked the actions Jake had described.
“Yes, exactly like that,” he groaned, his head falling back as he surrendered to the sensations.