It was a rainy day last October, and Sherry and I had been out shopping for party supplies for Chris' birthday party which was to be that night. After a frustrating day of traffic, long lines, and miserable weather, we were at last pulling into the driveway of her house.
Sherry and I were college students, and she shared a house with two other girls from the same University. One, Linda, had graduated the year before, but was still living there as she built up a nest egg for a house of her own. Linda was a tall, graceful young woman of Thai descent. She wore her shiny black hair long and straight down her back, where it reached to just below the beginning of her well toned rear end (Linda was something of a fitness freak, so her body was always in tip top shape). The other, Jenny, was younger than Sherry and Linda, blonde, with a face like a cherub and the biggest breasts on campus. Sher, who rounded out the three of them, was a tall redhead with startling green eyes. She was the tallest of the bunch, probably about 6'2'', and she didn't have much in the chest department, but she had a heart shaped ass that drove every guy on campus crazy. The three of them lived in a modest, three bed, two bath number just South of the University. I'd often fantasized about having an orgy weekend in that house, just the four of us, but I'd had yet to commandeer one resident, let alone the three. Besides, the three of them were never at a loss for a male companion of their own, and Sherry had been seeing Chris now for almost 6 months.
As we pulled up, Sherry shot me a glance, one of those that told me I wasn't going to get to relax before the party tonight, as I had planned.
"Josh?" she said in her best helpless damsel voice, " Can you help me set up for the party tonight? I'll buy you dinner."
"You don't have to buy me anything, Sher," I replied, "I'll be happy to help."
Sherry and I had this relationship for the past two years or so, since we met as freshmen. We had become fast friends, sharing a sense of humor, a taste in movies, beer, and ways of wasting time. I would often go along with her on one of her wacky schemes, and she would patiently listen to, read, and critique my stories for me before I submitted them to the College fiction magazine. Simply speaking, we were buds. There was a kindred spirit between us, and a bond that was as important to her as any boyfriend ever could be. It was important to me, too, and I valued her as a friend very much, but there was always something missing. I don't know, maybe it's the 22 year old guy in me, but I never could shake the urge inside me to want to bend Sherry over a table and fuck the hell out of her. Unfortunately, I was always too much of a coward to do anything about it, and now she was in a committed relationship.
With the two of us working together, it only took about 45 minutes to set up the party decorations. It was about 45 minutes of pretty hard work, though, and by the end of it, I had sweat off about five pounds. I looked at the clock, and realized we had a couple of hours until the party started, so I asked Sherry if she would take me back to my house so I could shower.
"I've got a better idea," Sherry said, "Why don't shower here? You brought a change of clothes, right?"
It was true. I hadn't originally planned on going home before the party, so I had brought something nice to wear for it. "Yeah, I've got 'em," I said.
"Well, why don't you go upstairs, and use my bathroom so the one down here will stay nice, and get changed for the party. And I'll make that dinner I promised you."
Actually, she had promised to buy dinner, not make it. I was familiar with Sherry's cooking; it wasn't one of her strong suits, but beggars can't be choosers, so I went to the car, grabbed my clothes, and headed upstairs to shower. Downstairs I could hear the Microwave starting up – her idea of a home cooked meal – and some shuffling around. I closed the door to Sherry's room and started to undress. My undershirt and shorts were wet from sweat and they stuck to me. I was looking forward to this shower. I stepped into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the water. It felt good on my skin, and I proceeded to wash thoroughly. I was about halfway through when I heard a noise that sounded like it came from Sherry's room. Was she in there? The thought of her being so close aroused me more than a little, and my hand found its way down to my dick. I started stroking, imagining her coming in with only a towel, on, opening the shower door, letting the towel fall, and then stepping in to join me… I forced myself not to think about it, and fearing I was starting to take too long, finished the shower quickly and stepped out.
As I was drying off, still semi-hard, I realized that I had left my clothes in Sherry's room. I opened the door to the room, and the steam crept out. As I made my way in, I was surprised to find Sherry in the bedroom. Startled, I hugged the towel closer to my body, my half erection clearly visible.
"Oh. Uh, sorry, Sher, I just left my clothes in here."
Sherry smiled. "Uh-huh. Listen, I thought I might get a shower myself. I'm kind of all hot and sticky, too."
