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No matter what Carrie says it’s completely ridiculous and I’m going to pretend she never spoke the words.

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Beau

I have my clothes laid out for dinner tonight. Knowing Autumn will be there, I’ll put a little extra effort into my appearance. I can’t deny ever since I saw her eyes lower over my naked chest at her house the other day, I’ve been imagining what her hands would feel like running over my body. I’ve also released all my sexual frustration in the shower lately; a man has to be able to greet his family without a huge hard on. Not a good look.

She’s all I can think about. But why now? Is it because she’s recently become available after so long?

Georgia-Blue is always talking about the right time for things, and situations playing out when they’re ready. Maybe there’s some truth to her woo-woo after all.

Autumn was so freaking cute when I was over at her house. I know it took a lot for her to swallow her pride and let me help her, but I’m glad she did.

I know I’m not just imagining the chemistry we both felt. And I’m pretty sure she was checking me out when I had to take my muddy tank off.

If I’m not mistaken I’d say she liked what she saw. I may be a little leaner than my brothers, but I still work out and like to keep my body healthy. I liked her looking.

She’s always had a rocking bod. It’s not like I haven’t noticed. My aching dick can testify to that.

Even thinking about her now as I strip for the shower; I’m rigid and ready to go.

I guess it couldn’t hurt to bang one out in the shower. It’s not like anyone can hear.

My wing of the house is almost a separate part of the main homestead. It’s like a casita, but still attached to the main house.

I have my own large gaming area and main bedroom with a spacious ensuite. There's a small kitchenette where I have the basics, but I can use Mom and Dad’s kitchen when I need to, plus Mom’s cooking is way better. I also have a large living area with a sectional couch and a big mounted flat screen TV, and my art studio which doubles as a garage; I dabble in anime and illustration on the side.

It’s nothing serious but I enjoy it, and lately I’ve got a new muse or two and it may have something to do with Autumn and her cat. Yeah, I can’t exactly draw Autumn as a fearless warrior queen without her trusty cat-lion sidekick.

Of course, nobody knows anything about what I’m up to all hours of the night. I’ve been cheating on gaming with illustrating and it’s all thanks to her.

I walk toward the shower, grabbing hold of myself and give my length a tug or two.

I mean, it’s not like she’s going to know I jerked off thinking about her…

I couldn’t believe it when she made that joke about Only Fans. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what her one-woman-show-just-for-me would look like.

I love lingerie so I wouldn’t be able to get enough of seeing her in some sexy, lacy number, sprawled out on my bed… What would she look like in nothing at all?

Oh Lord. Perfection, I’ll bet.

I blame it on Fletch this time, he texted me yesterday to cancel our drinks night because he has the flu. So there’s been no scoping the local bars or getting lucky for me.

I turn on the taps and wait a second for the water to heat. My dick in hand and my thoughts all over the place when it comes to Autumn and her body.

She’s a sexy woman who could have any guy she wanted, whether she chooses to believe it or not. So I’m kidding myself if I think this could go further. She wouldn’t be into a geek like me in that way. If she was, she’d have made a move by now, wouldn’t she?

I mean, yes, she was flirting back, and when we hugged at the creek she didn’t pull away immediately; she held on. Okay, we had a moment, but it hardly means we’re going to start something.

The hot water feels amazing as I step into the shower. I let the spray hit my shoulders as I rest my palm against the tiles, gyrating my hips to the beat of my strokes while I think about her hot body wrapped around me. Her soft, olive skin brushing against mine. Her perky breasts nestled into my hands. I squeeze my eyes closed as I envision what it would feel like making her wet and sliding into her from behind with her hands splayed out on the shower wall.

How tight would she feel claiming me and clamping around my cock? We’d be so good together, Hell, she’d probably teach me a thing or two. Taking her to my bed would be too much, but I’d make it so good for her. I’m by no means a selfish lover, and with a body like hers I know I could dine on her sweet, sexy body and ride her to orgasm over and over.

How the heck would she even sound, moaning my name between her perfect lips?

I pull my dick harder and my hips move faster. I glance down to watch myself. God, how I wish it was her. I wanna know all the ways she loves it. Would she let me ride her hard? Does she like it slow and sexy? On top? On the bottom? In my bed? The shower? Outdoors? The possibilities are endless.

I groan as I feel my balls pull. I’m so damned close it’s ridiculous.

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