Ben rubbed his shoulder, wincing slightly. He was glad soccer practice had ended early today. They'd been training hard, and he was starting to feel the pain.
Maybe if he asked nicely, Gwen would give him a backrub.
He groaned. The thought of her hands on him was so arousing…
He'd been thinking about her non-stop lately. It only made it worse that he was staying at her house, just across the hall from her.
Last night she'd wandered into his room to say good-night, wearing nothing but a thin cotton nightshirt that clung to her soft curves. She'd hugged him, and he'd wanted to hold on forever. He'd buried his face in her fragrant hair, savoring the feel of her warm body against his and inhaling her essence. He loved the way she smelled.
He hadn't been able to sleep. Kept awake by thoughts and images of how she would feel underneath him, panting and moaning, arms and legs wrapped around him, urging him on as he thrust into her again and again…
And this morning when she'd been brushing her beautiful hair with long, even strokes, he'd been so tempted to run his fingers through the silken strands. He couldn't help but notice how the silky fabric of her blouse stretched over her full breasts as she moved.
If she knew how he'd been fantasizing about her, she'd be horrified. Gwen had a reputation for being a prude. She'd dated a number of different guys but had never let any of them get too close to her. The last guy she had gone out with had complained that she wouldn't even let him kiss her good-night.
Ben was secretly glad. He didn't want any guys kissing her except him.
He wanted to kiss her all over.
He would if she'd let him.
He sighed. Like that would ever happen.
He made his way to the shower. He needed a cold one. Again.
The door was cracked open slightly, and he could hear the sound of the water running.
Gwen must have gotten home from karate practice already, he realized.
He was about to continue down the hall to his room when he thought he heard her moaning.
"Gwen? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
No response. She probably couldn't hear him with the shower on.
He nudged the door open slightly further. Steam had completely filled the tiny bathroom, and he could barely make out her silhouette.
He hesitated a moment. He knew he shouldn't be looking at her while she was in the shower, naked, but the temptation proved too great. Just one little look to satisfy his curiosity, he told himself.
The haze cleared slightly after a moment, and he stared.
She was standing in the shower, eyes closed, one hand braced against the wall, the other between her legs, slowly thrusting what looked like a vibrator in and out. Her breasts were full and shapely, bouncing slightly as she moved.
"Oh, Ben…"
He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. Had she just cried out his name?
"Ben…!"
For a moment, he just stood there, open-mouthed, stunned at the sight before him. He couldn't believe it. She was definitely fantasizing about him.
He'd been secretly lusting after her for years, but he'd never acted on it. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined that she'd be doing the same.
He'd never been so turned on in his entire life.
He hesitated for a second then decided, What the hell. When would he ever have a chance like this again?
He stripped off his clothes as quickly as he could, stealthily crept into the bathroom and stepped into the shower behind her.
After he was through with her, she'd never want to use that vibrator ever again.
(To be continued in Chapter 3...)