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I locked the bathroom door, or I thought I did.
The shower was hot and hard. I leaned my forehead against the tiles with the water battering my neck, and let myself think about her. The dimple. The freckled breasts. The red knickers on the radiator. I took myself in hand and stroked slowly, long and firm, and it felt so good I groaned out loud. In my head she was kneeling in front of me, looking up, curls wet, mouth wide.
“Oh, Jess,” I muttered, to the tiles. “Jess, fuck, yes…”
The bathroom door opened.
It was the old kind of lock, the sort that pops with a shove. I opened my eyes through the steam to see Jess in the doorway in a towel, with a toothbrush in her mouth, saying, “Sorry, I’ve left my…” and stopping dead.
We looked at each other. Me, naked, soapy, fist wrapped round a very obviously half-finished cock. Her, eyes enormous.
The toothbrush fell out of her mouth. It bounced off the bath mat.
“I, um,” said Jess. She did not look away. Not for a long second. “Tom. Hi. That’s. Wow. Respect.”
“Jess, get out,” I croaked.
“Yes. Yeah. Totally.” She backed out and shut the door.
I heard her in the corridor. She was laughing, wheezing, helpless, until she slid down the wall. From behind the door she called, “For the record, my name sounded lovely!”
I stayed under the water until it went cold, but not before I’d finished.
Ending 15 of 16: Wrong Moment. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.