He started soaping himself up casually, not a trace of insecurity, running the lather across his chest and down his arms with a casualness that made my skin crawl with envy—and something else I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. He started at my shoulders and focused on the parts of the center of my back that were hardest to reach. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape. But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. I really liked it. The showers were the real kicker. He’d seen me looking. I was red, hot and throbbing down there, and a big, jock senior was soaping up my ass.
