Page 4 of Always Yours

I’m also hoping she letsmepour the pseudo tomato juice all over her too.

“You serious?” she asks, giggling and breaking my tomato-juice-strip-tease fantasies.

I shrug. “Why not?” I say. “It’s supposed to kill the stink, isn’t it?”

Ellen laughs. “Right now, I’m not sureanythingcould kill this stink.”

I grin. “You might be right. Pretty sure these clothes are toast,” I add, waving my hand in her direction.

Ellen cocks an eyebrow at me. “So what, you’re suggesting I should take them off?”

My grin widens. “Well?” I reply. “The little fucker did nail you pretty good.”

Ellen reaches over and grabs the mix. “Fuck it,” she says, laughing. “Where’s your bathroom?”

I gesture down the hall toward a small bathroom at the back of the apartment, grateful my roommate is staying at his girlfriend’s place. Ellen walks in, turning as I stop in the doorway.

“Need some help?” I offer, grinning as I give her an exaggerated once over.

“Get out of here,” she says, laughing as she shoves me out the door. “And get me some clean clothes!”

My smile doesn’t disappear even as I turn and walk into my room, grabbing a clean t-shirt and boxers for her. I can hear the shower running and already my mind is filled with images of her standing naked under the water.

“Jesus, Will,” I say, shaking my head. “Get a fucking grip.”

Eventually the water stops and in a lame ass attempt to make it look like I’m not totally creeping on her, I move into the kitchen and start to make us some coffee. When she walks in, I turn and see she’s wrapped in a towel that barely covers her ass, her hair wet and hanging down her back and dripping water onto the floor.

“I saved you some of the mix,” she says, meeting my eyes before quickly looking away.

I swallow hard, unable to take my eyes off her and that amazing body of hers that’s barely hidden beneath what has got to be the luckiest towel ever. “Did it work?” I eventually force out.

Ellen shrugs, sniffing her arm a little. “I don’t know, I think so.”

She still won’t look at me as I walk toward her, and without thinking, I lean right in and smell her neck, that soft curve where it meets her shoulder. Her skin is still warm, ever soslightly damp and as I brush my nose against it, I feel Ellen stiffen a little, I’d even swear she lets out a soft groan.

My body on the other hand, goes fucking haywire, as though every single nerve kicks to life beneath my skin. My hands itch with wanting to pull her into my arms and I feel my dick start to get hard.

“You’re all good,” I say, forcing myself to pull back. “I’m gonna go jump in the shower,” I add, not looking at her. “I left you some clothes in my room, second door on the right.”

I walk quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before I do something stupid like rip that towel off her body and get her all dirty again. Turning on the water, I strip off my clothes, throwing them onto the floor with hers before getting into the shower.

Half a bottle of Bloody Mary mix is left, and I pick up the bottle, pouring it right over me, the cold liquid doing absolutely nothing to calm down the raging lust that’s now coursing through me.

By the time I’m done, I no longer stink of skunk, but I’ve barely managed to get my body back under control. I contemplate jerking off, just so I don’t walk out there with my dick at full salute. But something about that feels weird, so instead, I turn the water to cold and force myself to stand under it until my hormones and my dick decide to calm the fuck down. Eventually they do and I switch off the water and get dry.

“Wow, something smells good,” I say, as I wander into the kitchen, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

Ellen turns and gives me a smile. “Breakfast,” she says, gesturing to the toast and eggs that’s waiting for me. “It was the least I could do.”

I grin as I take a seat at the table. We eat, and the conversation is easy and light, mostly about our studies and where we’re from. I discover Ellen is a freshman majoring inbusiness and accounting, the total opposite to me. I’m majoring in engineering and it’s my sophomore year, which explains why we’ve never crossed paths.

We’re also from opposite sides of the country, California for her and Rhode Island for me.

“Kinda weird we met somewhere in the middle, huh?” I say as I finish up the breakfast she’s made me.

“Yeah,” she says, just as her phone chimes out with a message. I watch as she picks it up, reads the message before rolling her eyes.

“Your sister again?” I ask.

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