Chasing The Sun

Chapter 5 - Summer Heat

The house was gigantic. It took Tom a good five minutes to explore each upstairs' room and find which one was meant to be his. He had insisted that Amada and himself each had their own room because he didn't want to send the wrong message to Amada. She was his best friend, and as much as he would welcome a romance with her, he still knew he'd always act as a gentleman and let feelings grow at their own pace.

His room was almost to the opposite side of where the living room was downstairs. Probably a way to keep the tired guests away from any noise potential late night parties would make. The bed and furniture where all of solid wood, creating a impression of warm strength. The room had its own spacious bathroom, stone tiles on the floor and walls, a showerhead against the west wall and no glass door at all.

Tom took his time taking his clothes off, placing them on the bed. He walked into the bathroom in his boxers and then removed them before letting the water run. It took litterally no time for the hot water to make its way through the pipes so Tom had to adjust the throb. Hot water was not his thing, especially when the purpose of the shower was to keep him awake and fresh before he returned to Amada for, hopefully, a long night of small talks and friendly romance.

As the water started doing its magic, Tom could feel his muscles relax, he laid his palms flat against the wall and stood there, completely still for a long time. His mind was going 100 places at once, the concerts, the screaming fans, the long drives from one city to another, but his mind always came back to Amada and how life could be special with her.

Still completely still under the lukewarm water, Tom felt a subtile push on his right shoulder blade. Instinctly, he tried to move away from it but his body wouldn't respond. His hands still flat against the wall, he felt completely numb and too relaxed to react. That extra time of not being able to move gave him the chance to understand what might have just happened. The touch was either a pure product of his imagination, or it had originated from the only other human being within 10 miles, Amada.

Tom smiled and welcomed the thought. It now felt as if another hand had landed on his other shoulder blade and was starting to move, slowly massaging his tense muscles. Again Tom remained quiet, even closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensation, but mostly as to not scare Amada off, not make her think she was wrong for making the first move. As a result, the hands moved slowly to his sides, soaping him on the way before reaching his chest. A warm body pressed firmly against his back as a result. He realized his "emotions" might soon show if Amada kept being so daring. He looked down, suddenly feeling self-conscious about him being totally nude and exposed. But his eyes wouldn't open. He was probably more tired than he wanted to admit.

Amada's hands, after stalling shyly on his chest, started moving towards his belly. It made him tense up a little and couldn't help a long moan. He wasn't sure whether they were moving too fast, but he was in no position to really stop this, even if he wanted to. As an answer, his manhood came to life. He realized that If Amada looked towards the mirror to their right, she'd see what she is doing to him, she'd know he enjoyed her pressed against him, her hands roaming on his body, circling in on his most private spot.

As arousal was taking over, Tom looked to his right, eager to see Amada pressed up against his back. Only when he turned his head and opened his eyes, the only shape he could make out in the steamy bathroom was his own! His left hand flat against the wall, his right hand where Amada's was supposed to be! He was alone. Sinning.