HE PATIENTLY WAITED for her signal, standing in her doorway. He heard her giggle before he saw her beckon for him to come. He felt like a spy on a secret mission as he dashed to her bathroom. She smirked as she pulled open a curtain and he quickly darted into the single stall. He heard her laugh as he tossed his various articles of clothing over the rings to her before starting the water in her dorm shower.
As the water rushed over his face, he closed his eyes. He was slowly starting to feel human again.
He heard Madi say “Hey” before hearing the clunk of a stall door closing near the showers. He could only assume another girl was in the bathroom. He used Madi’s soap and shampoo as he washed. A brief smile crossed his lips as he inhaled. Everything about him smelled like her.
A few minutes later, the curtain pulled back slightly as Madi popped her head inside. “Almost done?”
He smirked when her eyes darted from his wet head down his body, before her face flushed and she quickly yanked the curtain closed. He shook his head and tried not to laugh. She’d seen him naked several times from several angles, yet she was always shy about staring at him.
He rinsed the last of the soap away before he turned off the water.
“Towel?” he whispered.
She stuck her hand through the curtain, careful not to look at him. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her hand instead of the towel and she collapsed up against his wet, naked body. She gasped and he shoved the curtain closed behind her. She was still holding his clothes, neatly folded, against her chest when she crashed into him.
She started to yell at him when he covered her mouth with his wet hand. “Quiet,” he whispered, smirking.
She licked his palm, surprising him. “You’re crazy,” she whispered into his hand.
“I thought maybe you’d like to help me dry off.”
She closed her eyes as her breath hitched. His eyes burned her blush into memory. She took a deep breath as he slid his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips.
She clung to his old clothes in her hands as he kissed her deeply, water dripping from his face onto hers. Within seconds, one free hand gripped his wet hair and she moaned lightly into his mouth. He loved that he could make her moan by simply kissing her. He loved the silkiness of her tongue against his, and the soft, vanilla taste of her lips.
“I’m so sick of Professor Cummings.”
“I know, right? He’s barely audible. If you want to hear him, you have to practically sit on top of him.”
Jake and Madi stopped kissing as they listened to the conversation outside the stall, their lips still touching. Jake laughed lightly as he whispered, “Professor Cummings likes it when they sit on him.”
Madi’s body convulsed as she pressed her lips tightly together, trying not to laugh or make a sound.
She put her finger to her mouth, telling him to be quiet. The serious look on her worried face made him smile at her. He lifted the towel and attempted to dry his hair. She sighed heavily as her eyes glided up to the ceiling, avoiding his nakedness.
“You can look at my penis,” he whispered to her. “It doesn’t bite. Well, not really.”
She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.
“I know you think it’shuge,” he whispered.
Her eyes opened in fury as she mouthed, “Shut up.”
A toilet flushed, then another, as the outside conversation got closer to where they were, in the stall near the sinks.
“Did you see the hot guy sitting in the hall? What’s his deal? He’s always here. Not that I mind. He makes me want to walk around in my undies.”
Jake’s eyebrows shot up as he whispered, “They think Rob’s hot.”
Madi’s hand covered his mouth, and it was his turn to lick her hand. He didn’t just flick his tongue on her hand the way she did. He licked it slowly before sucking on her palm and sticking his tongue in between her fingers.
Madi’s eyes closed again as she sighed and shook her head in annoyed arousal.
“Do you hear something?” one of the girls asked.
“Like what?” They both fell silent.
Madi silently pleaded with Jake, and he grinned through her hand on his mouth.
