Crash
Amber turns on the other shower head, giggles when it's cold, but steps underneath it anyway. Her nipples stand to attention immediately and she raises her arms and leans one thigh over the other in exactly the pose I imagined placing Kelly.
And my stupid, traitorous body responds to the mental image. But Amber thinks it's for her.
"God bless teenage boys." She sidles up and sinks to her knees in front of me.
I can't stop shaking.
Can't get clean.
Need out. Need gone. Need dead.
"I'm going to show you how this is done. You relax and remember you're the hero who gets everything he wants. The girl, the woman, and the band. What a lucky boy you are."
When she takes me in her mouth I shudder and she thinks it's with pleasure. She hums around me and I fall back against the tiles, the spray directly over my head.
Which is just as well.
She won't be able to tell that I'm crying.
