I was taking a cold shower after an intense match of volleyball that I had. It left me with soreness that'll probably last me a few days, and some bruises too. Fuck! The other team was relentless. And we ended up in a tie, sadly. My team couldn't win it this time.
Everything was going fine until she popped into my mind out of nowhere, and the thought of her looking at me earlier in the crowd also spiraled into my mind. I felt the blood rush to my face making me blush, and to another spot.
With a defeated sigh, my mind just clouded up with thoughts about her as I leaned against the wall in the shower with my forearm. I looked down, to see my member standing proud.
Shit, why does she make me feel this way...?
I used my other hand to wrap my hand around the base of it and slowly start to stroke myself. I let out a shuddery breath as my thumb swiped across my tip.
My hands' movements quickened as I got more desperate to come.
DING!
I heard a notification come from my phone, interrupting my private time. It caught my attention for a second and I abruptly stopped jerking off.
The notification got me rethinking about what the hell I'm doing right now. I stood still, not moving an inch for a good whole 10 seconds breathing heavily. I then shrugged and continued pleasing myself.
Not too long after, I finish and clean myself up. I stepped out of the shower, tying a towel around my waist. I grabbed my phone and looked at the notification screen. A few water droplets drop on it from my hair. I see one text message from my father.
"What happened to the Audi? Why is it fucking destroyed?"
I quickly texted him back, a nonchalant answer.
"Pitbulls."
And with that, he just left me on read. Didn't even respond. I knew that he wanted to chew me out because the car was destroyed, but he couldn't. Because it was his own fault of screwing around with that gang. It's quite funny to see him like that.
I grabbed my phone and exited the bathroom, going to my room and putting on some sweats. I went to the living room and threw myself on the couch. I turned on the tv, watching what's on the news since I don't have anything better to do.
Expectedly, there was a police search for her and the guy she was racing with, yada yada yada. I switched the channels, trying to find something AT LEAST fun to watch. But I didn't. Sadly. I groaned, and turned off the tv. I closed my eyes, and tried to nap.
I ignored the sounds of an engine down the road of my neighborhood, until it was so loud I could swear it was right in my driveway. I stood up, in complete fury as I was about to fall asleep and whoever this motherfucker was, didn't let me.
I swung the door open to see a REALLY familiar Panigale standing in front of my house.
Holy shit.
No way.
