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LANE

W hen the temperature of the spray of water feels right under my hand, I kick off my boxers and step into the shower in our upstairs bathroom.

It’s a walk-in shower with a sliding glass door, so once I’m under the stream of water I go to push the hazy glass partition closed—but when my eyes snag onto something on the floor, I freeze.

A pale pink scrap of fabric lying right beside the sink.

When realization slices into me, I feel lightheaded from the immediate woosh of blood redirecting straight to my cock.

Scarlett’s panties.

She must have left them here after she took her shower earlier.

I think back to a couple hours ago, when I heard her step into the bathroom and turn on the shower, and I tried not to imagine the steam curling around her perfect naked body.

Tried not to imagine how the hot water would bring a tint to her normally pale skin. Tried not to imagine rivulets of water crawling between her perfect tits whose shape and heft I can still feel in my palm like it was fucking yesterday …

A couple hours ago, I succeeded. I had homework for my business class to distract myself with, and the dryness of the topic helped to deflate my cock and keep me grounded in reality.

But now?

Seeing Scarlett’s panties right in front of me while I’m naked and my cock is already throbbing hard?

Forget about it. Resistance is fucking futile.

I don’t even try to put up any resistance when I know it’ll be a losing game.

I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth when my fist wraps around my swollen cock. My groin is tight with suppressed want, a sharp pang throbbing right at the base of my dick and begging for relief.

“Fuck,” I grit out as I slowly pump my length, keeping my grip loose and stopping right before my hand crests over my swollen and sensitive head.

I can’t take my eyes off the skimpy fabric. A fucking leprechaun could crawl out of the toilet and do a dance, and I wouldn’t glance away from Scarlett’s panties.

I’m down so fucking bad it’s scary. My cock hasn’t twitched a centimeter for another woman since I first saw Scarlett again when she was walking down the street, but here I am so keyed up that if a gust of wind brushed against the tip of my dick I’d probably erupt.

I wonder if that’s a new pair of underwear, or a pair she had back when I knew her in Chicago. If I ever made those panties wet while I kissed her. If I ever sunk my fingertips underneath the waist and pulled them down her legs …

Pleasure rips through me as I curl my grip over the top of my manhood. There’s already a knot of pressure pulsing at the base of my spine. I almost laugh at myself for being on the edge of coming after a single damn pump.

My eyes stay latched onto Scarlett’s panties as I slide my fist up and down my length, the pleasure burning hotter through my veins as memories of Scarlett’s body flash in my mind.

Her rose-petal nipples when I made them so hard they could cut glass.

The way her pink tongue looked between her open lips when I made her gasp in pleasure.

How the shape of her hip felt as I raked my palm over it.

The velvety smoothness of her legs when they wrapped around my waist.

The wet heat of her pussy when I pushed inside her.

That last thought hits me just as I slide the pad of my thumb over the tip of my cock, and immediately I know I’m past the point of no return.

My breaths are ragged as I fist my cock with abandon, hurtling toward climax.

I keep my eyes open as long as possible, gaze locked onto Scarlett’s panties, as my orgasm detonates inside me. Eventually, the intensity is too much, and my eyes clench shut while gobs of cum jet from my cock.

I press my head against the damp and steamy frosted glass to catch my breath. I shake my head at myself as I realize that I let my release fire freely through the air, past the threshold of the shower to coat the tiled floor of the bathroom in pearly white.

I husk a breath before gathering my strength to clean up after myself.

I step back into the shower. This time, I make sure to push the door closed immediately; because as utterly spent as I am, I don’t put it past myself to go for round two if I stare at Scarlett’s panties for too long again.