When Wemma Met the Shower

I took a deep breath. “Okay. I have a different game then.”

He looked at me skeptically.

I swallowed. “Um, well, we forgot the dare part of Truth or Dare.”

“No.”

I ignored him. I walked around him at a leisurely pace to the stairs. “Well, I’m going to take a shower. I dare you to join me.”

“No,” he called.

“Fine. I understand if you’re chicken.” I heard a low growl from behind me. “I guess I win this game then.”

I walked up the stairs and when I reached the top, I quickly pulled off his black boxers and threw them down the steps. “Oops.” I heard a louder growl that time.

I kept walking towards Will’s bathroom, knowing he could easily hear me. “I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, Will. I won’t try anything. You can trust me.”

When I was walking up the stairs to his floor, I said, “I’ll even keep my underwear and bra on. And you can keep your boxers on. That is, if you’re wearing any. If not, I don’t mind if you use the ones I was wearing.”

I was just walking into his room when something grabbed me from behind and I was flying through the air. Will had his arms around me like a vice and landed us on his bed so that he was on top of me. I hadn’t seen or heard him coming. My heart was thundering.

“This is how it’s going to work,” he rasped. “Your undergarments remain on. We shower. And that’s it. No…touching. Do you understand?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

When he got up off of me I was astounded to see that the fly to his jeans was undone. I could see the black boxers underneath of them as if he had disrobed to put them on, pulled his jeans back up, and then left his fly undone. He walked towards the bathroom. “Coming?”

God I hope so. “Yeah,” I choked out. He turned the water on and I entered the bathroom. We looked at each other.

“Ladies first.”

“Oh, uh, no. I went first last time. It’s only fair.” I tried to sound very official.

“Nonsense. This is your dare.” He wasn’t relenting in the least.

“That’s right. I dared you.”

“You dared me to join you in the shower. But you’re not in the shower. Yet.”

“Fine.” I started at the top and began to unbutton Will’s black shirt. I kept the material close together because I wanted what was underneath to remain a mystery until the last possible second. When the last button was undone, I took a deep breath, shrugged the shirt down off my shoulders, astutely ignoring Will for the moment, and then turned around to hang his shirt on a hook and give him a good view of my ass. When I faced him again, his eyes were completely black.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“What?” I put on my best innocent expression. I knew he didn’t buy it.

“Turn around in a circle.” My heart was in my throat again. As I turned around, my knee caught the stack of towels he had placed on top of the toilet lid. They tumbled to the ground.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as I bent over to pick them up, giving him a full view of my rear. His growl startled me. I threw the towels back in place and stood back up to face him.

I took a step towards him. He looked fierce. “I love that sound,” I whispered. His eyes widened. I hesitated for a moment and then stepped towards the shower. “Your turn,” I said as I stepped in. I left the door open behind me.