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I close my eyes, trying to focus on something else. But all I can think about is what she said to me last night.I want you. I want you so deep inside me that you fuck me right off the bed.

I grip my dick through my jeans and squeeze, wishing I could know what it’s like to be inside her. This is not going to go away any time soon, and I come to the conclusion that I’ll need to take care of things before I interact with my family and Carly again tonight.

I hop out of the Tahoe and make quick work of heading up the walk and into the house. Thankfully, the stairway is right at the entry, so I take them two at a time and stride down the hall to my bedroom at the end of the hall.

My parents moved to San Diego knowing only one child would be living at home. But they still bought a house with four bedrooms because they wanted each of us to have somewhere to stay when we visited that felt like us.

Noah’s room is an office now, since he lives fifteen minutes away and never has a reason to stay overnight. He did live with my parents for a little while after he graduated, but he wanted to get out as soon as possible.

Susie’s the one who has actually lived in this house, has significant memories of being here during an important time of her life. Her room is all dark wood and fancy furniture and lots and lots of beige, though I’m sure she’d like it if there were some movie posters on the walls.

My room is the primary guest room for family and friends when they visit, since it has a private bathroom. It’s metal and dark fabrics with a large TV, masculine in a streamlined, monochromatic kind of way. My mom even added woody scented candles and cologne to the tall black dresser, scents I wore in high school.

I enter into the room and close the door behind me, glancing around to see if there’s the typical little set of lotion and shampoo and a towel that my mom always sets out for me.

We’re a little spoiled like that.

But then I realize I can hear water running, and my eyes fly to the bathroom door. Technically I know people are going to use it when I’m not here. But I’ve never had to deal with it before.

I step closer to the door, wondering if I should knock to find out who is in there, or just grab some lotion and head to the other bathroom to jerk in private.

Suddenly, the door opens and I’m faced with a very naked Carly. Less than half of a second goes by before she shrieks and tries to duck back into the bathroom. But I see her feet slide out from beneath her on the tile floor and she slips backwards, landing on the floor with a very loud slap and thud sound.

“Fuck, Carly are you okay?” I say, rushing in to where she’s splayed out, naked and dripping wet.

“Don’t come in here!” she cries out, and I turn my head quickly.

“I’m sorry, I just… I thought you were really hurt.”

“Well I’m fine!” she snaps. “Now leave!”

I turn all the way around so I’m not facing her, grab a towel off the wall, and hold it behind me so she can take it. It’s yanked out of my hand with incredible force.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright,” I say, my voice rushed, though quiet.

I place my hand over my chest for just a second and press into my skin, feeling the erratic rhythm of my heart. I felt real fear for a second. Real worry that she’d hit her head or broken something or…

It’s normal. Yeah. Totally normal to feel afraid for anyone.

I sigh. Hopefully I can convince myself of that.

“I’m fine,” she says, but her voice is subdued. Small.

“Can I turn around?” I ask.

She pauses. “Okay.”

I spin around to assess her, make sure she’s all right.

“See? I’m totally fine.”

She looks to be, though I’m sure whatever body part she landed on is going to be a little sore in the morning. She’s wrapped in the large blue towel I handed her, though it’s not large enough to hide the fact that I know she’s naked underneath it. Not large enough to cover her sexy little legs, or that neck I think is so graceful.

I look to her face and find her watching me, her brow furrowed.

“What?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I just don’t get how you can stand there and look at me like…”