The steam had started to fade, replaced by the hum of water and occasional shouts from across the locker room. It was overwhelming, impossible to process how good it felt. Way lower. His soapy fingers brushed over my lower back, trailing toward territory I did not expect anyone else to wash. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more. My problem stood before me, attached to my body, pointing straight ahead like it had a mind of its own. His hands were everywhere, exploring, asserting dominance over my body in a way that should have terrified me but instead left me craving more. “Sup, freshie?” he said, catching my gaze with a quick grin. “You want me to get your back?”
I knew I could say no.
