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?"
