I Blame You

16

"Strip."

I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at Luca, trying to process what he had just said. Don't tell me he was trying to molest me or something like that... (even though deep down I might not have minded). But that wasn't the point. What if I got in the stall, and he decided to flee with my clothes and lock me inside? No one would find me for the next 2 days, until football practice.So I stood there, feeling a little scared and nervous, unsure why. As I stared at him, the only sound filling the silence after his one-word command was the water hitting the tiles on the floor.

"I'm not going to tell you twice. So I'd advise you to do it yourself, before I get my hands on you... unless that's what you want," he snickered.

In that moment, I had so many conflicting thoughts. I knew I could just leave, and I didn't owe this guy anything.But in that moment, an invisible force seemed to take over my body. Before I even realized what I was doing, I found myself gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it off my chest. During the entire process, I could feel Luca's eyes piercing my skin, tracking my every movement. But for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to look at him because I knew that if I did, all the cold courage that had possessed me to actually remove my clothes would vanish, and I would realize what I was doing.The fear of god would take over. Surprisingly, though, I didn't feel like chickening out. I didn't know exactly what point I wanted to prove, but I needed to do this, at least to prove to myself that Lucas Myers had nothing on me.

"I'm still normal, right?" I wondered, standing in my boxers.

With my clothes perfectly folded on the bench next to me, that's when I finally got the courage to lift my head and look at Luca. His jaw was so clenched that in that moment he looked like he was either going to beat the shit out of me, or eat me... or maybe he didn't even know what he wanted to do in that either.

"Well, you got what you finally wanted. I'm finally naked... like all your fantasies of me at night....."Now what?" I asked, trying to sound sassy, even though deep down I felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed. This was a bad idea. Luca just stared at me, unblinking, his gaze like a knife.

I was about to grab my clothes and leave when he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, revealing a ripped chest. He walked into the shower stall in his jeans, then turned back to me and said, "Come here."

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With the water running down my back and Luca leaning against the shower wall, doing nothing, I didn't know who was crazier: me for going along with this shit, or him standing in a shower stall in his jeans, getting all wet. But since he wasn't saying anything, I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking the silence or showing him how uncomfortable and out of my element I actually was. He could suck my dick for all I cared.

I was so carried away with trying to act unfazed that I didn't notice Luca lean away from the wall and walk towards me. The next thing I heard was my own gasp when I felt his strong presence behind me, his hands gripping my waist. My heart started racing, and my thoughts were a  mess.

 His hands slowly moved down from my waist, caressing my hips, and I let out a low moan. I didn't know what was happening, but I knew one thing: I was in way over my head.