It's never going to happen, he thought. Might as well face up to the facts, Jack... she likes you, she just doesn't liiiiike you.
A depressed sigh blew past his lips as he lathered up his hair. The hot shower pounded onto his shoulders and back, slowly waking him up for a new day. A new day of rejection, he smiled wistfully. Here he was in the most classic of Penthouse Forum situations: staying overnight at the apartment of the girl of his dreams. Three days, two nights of endless possibilities, plenty of time to seduce her, right? Yeah, right. Unless magic just started to pop out of his dick, he didn't know what to do to make her see him in the same way he worshipped her.
He rinsed the foam out of his hair and began to scrub his neck and chest. His tan skin grew nearly pink from the vigorous scrubbing, but he didn't let up.
Her name was Erin and she was not perfect. He knew this and loved her anyway. She was slightly crazy, sometimes a little too emotional, loved reading and being completely spontaneous, and slept with far too many pillows. Erin had short, soft black hair... pale skin that he thought sexy... her breasts were small buds that pressed against the fabric of any shirt she wore without the constraint of a bra... her fingers were long and slender. The unrequited love affair Jack had with her went back years and many stories ago, but the short of it was: they were great friends. He wanted it to be something more, but never could muster the courage to make a proposition. And who knows, he thought, what goes through the mind of a woman.
He grinned when he thought back to last night. After a long day of hanging out, shopping, seeing a fun movie together and then crashing at her place, Erin left him to sleep on the couch while she retired to her room. He looked at her closed door wistfully, wishing to be curled up in her bed, arms wrapped around her as they kissed for hours. But no, there he was alone, on a not-very-kissable couch, frustrated beyond belief. He thought of her in the t-shirt and panties she flaunted around the apartment, and wondered what it would be like to run his hands over the cotton fabric of her shirt, across the silk folds of her panties. He groaned silently, his hand unconsciously wrapping around his stiffening cock. And there, in the partial darkness and ten feet away from the girl he longed to be with more than anything, Jack stroked himself and fantasized about her skin. Her mouth on his. The way he would make her moan and cry his name as she came. His cock surging inside of her, each thrust ramming a stream of cum deep into her pussy. He closed his eyes and thought of this, his hand stroking up and down his hard, aching shaft. Within a minute he came, shuddering as his cock exploded in his warm palm. Only temporarily satisfied, he fell asleep.
In the shower that morning, he nearly laughed thinking how stupid that was. What if she had walked out of her bedroom at that moment? What if she could smell his cum in the room? Maybe it would have been for the best, he thought. He felt his cock half-grow, feeling slightly nasty for having masturbated in secret, taking her in his mind.
The progression of body washing moved from his back and stomach to his groin and butt. The stimulation of slick soap along with the thoughts of the previous night drew his cock out into the open. As it engorged with blood, his member rose from the limp state between his legs to a half-filled slug to a rock-hard spear sticking out into the steamy air.
Perhaps his preoccupation with his thoughts kept him dull to his senses, but when Erin's voice floated from the curtain, he jerked in startlement.
"Going to be in there long?"
He stammered for a sec. "Geez, Erin, you freaked the hell out of me. Thought you were a psycho slasher or something!"
She laughed. "Noooo... just wondered what was taking so long. Are you having problems in there?"
Jack smiled. Yeah, sexual frustration problems. "No, just covering all the bases. I like to be clean."
He heard her made an indiscriminate noise. Maybe a giggle. "Yeah, but while you're getting cleaner, I'm out here soaking up dirt at an incredible rate."
He mock sighed. "If you're so concerned that you can't wait your turn, you might as well just hop in here with me." Wow, he thought. What a dumb thing to say.
And to make it worse, she didn't say anything back. Oh man, he thought, she's embarrassed now. Jack turned into the shower stream and let it hit his face, squinting in his tremendous stupidity. Well, might as well try to patch it over.
He turned around. "Listen Erin, I didn't mean..."
"Didn't mean what?" Erin stood at the other end of the tub, twinned to his nudity. Shock hit his system while he stared at her petite nude body. Her innocent-looking face seemed darkly sensual in this context, a slight smile the only indication of her thoughts. Her neck tapered down into the slender slant of her shoulders. Chocolate brown nipples starkly contrasted with the milky white tone of her breasts, which stood out hard and straight.
He couldn't avoid letting his eyes wander down her body, past her navel to the forbidden patch of trimmed black bush and the soft folds beneath. From his angle he couldn't see her pussy well, but knowing that nothing covered it up excited him just the same. Her legs were spread in an aggressive stance, smooth and begging to be touched...
Jack couldn't think of a thing to say. *Dear Penthouse...* Fortunately, Erin broke into the silence... "Wash my back for me?"
She turned around and took a couple steps back to him. As her body came closer, Jack was acutely aware of his raging member, stiffening to its full length and pointed straight at her...
"Ohhhh," he moaned. At that moment, her tender ass made contact with the head of his cock. Her backing up caused his cock to slide up along the soft fold of her crack, until she stopped a half foot away. Jack looked down to see one of the most erotic sights of his life: his penis, hard and literally throbbing, pointing straight up and partially nestled between her ass cheeks. It felt heavenly... like a warm cushion of flesh that welcomed him fully.
He nervously laughed and took the washrag into his hand. When he began to rub the back of her shoulders, Erin made encouraging noises. "Yes, feeling cleaner already, thanks Jack."
"You're beautiful," he whispered back, then leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. It felt natural to do so, and he let his lips roam lightly up and down, feeling the pulse of her vein beating under her skin.
Meanwhile, his hands worked down her back, rubbing her skin in steady circles. Jack shifted his shoulder so that part of the shower stream would hit her back as well. He felt it trickle down to his cock, hot water running into the small gap that they had created. Feeling the stimulation, he couldn't help himself. All or nothing, boy...
Jack ever-so-slightly rocked his hips forward. The water and soap made it extremely easy for his brown cock to press in and up. The head of his member popped out of the depth of her buttcrack and rubbed against her lower back. He drew back, and his cock slid back down. It was... exquisite. Rubbing up and down against her, the sensative underside of his shaft lit up in pleasure. It wasn't quite as full-feeling as sex, nor as dull as typical masturbation. It was... intimate and sexy. He continued to rock against her, his hands dropping the washrag and coming up to cup her small breasts. He relished the feeling of hard nipples pressing into his palm, of his cock taking full advantage of her smooth body.
She turned her head to kiss him fully on his lips. Long, open-mouthed explorations followed as he moved his lower body up and down against her ass. Her kiss... turned him on the more. It said she wanted him, she cared for him in the way he'd longed for, and he was able to show her the emotions that were kept bottled up for so long.
The broke the kiss to take a few breaths of steamy air. "I'm sorry," Jack gasped. "This can't be doing anything for you."
Erin smiled and nuzzled his cheek. "Does it feel good?" she breathed.
"Oh yesss..."
