I'm Not Dead

Chapter Eight

"How will we know when they got the letter?" I said, starting to pace.

Theo flipped lazily through the TV. Laura glanced up from her Calc. homework. "They'll get it in a few days, Elliot." She flipped through her notes. "Theo you didn't have Calc. today, did you?"

Theo rolled his eyes. "Laura, you're in the advanced math class. I'm not."

I kept pacing. "I miss school. Can you believe that? I miss high school. I'm not going to graduate. I'm not seeing any of my friends and I'm not learning anything. I hate it."

Laura shut her book. "Okay, come with me." She grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?"

"She's dragging you to the shower. Quit complaining." Theo said.

I looked at Laura. Is that true?

She smiled.

In the bathroom, she shut the door and turned the lock and started the water for the shower. "No sex. Just literally, a shower." Laura started to strip.

"What a tease," I said, but followed her lead and started to strip too. At this point in our relationship, we've seen each other naked so many times, this was nothing new. This meant nothing. I've seen everything on Laura and she's seen everything on me.

She stepped into the shower first, and I followed.

She was standing mostly under the water. I was out in the cold.

"Move over." I said, laughing lightly.

"Oh, sorry." She stepped back, so the water was now hitting my dick, and part of my stomach.

"Hand me the shampoo." Laura said, moving water through her blonde hair. It got a few shades darker in the water.

I made sure to keep my eyes on her face, and only think about the simple tasks at hand. Give her the shampoo. Take the shampoo. Get hair wet. Wash hair. Don't think about her being naked. Don't get hard. I said don't.

I looked at the suds in her hair. She had all the blonde mess stacked on top of her head. I chuckled to myself and started to sculpt it into a spike. It stayed, pointing upwards thanks to all the shampoo, for a few seconds but fell over because of the length and weight.

She looked up at the toppled over spike. "Really?"

She started to sculpt my hair, making swoops in three different spots. Both sides of my head and one on top. I felt ridiculous. While I thought about how I looked, Laura had already started to wash out the shampoo. I followed her lead and handed her conditioner.

Oh no. Body wash.

How? How can she expect me not to keep this clean? I mean, we're naked, that's sexual enough. And there's water—some people get super turned on by that. And a good percentage of guys masturbate in the shower, so what the hell? And now fucking body wash? I have to watch her wash her body, her chest and her ass and her legs and her stomach? How can she expect me to deal with that?

Laura noticed me watching—or spacing out, maybe both.

She leaned over and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheek.

Dammit, Laura. If I wasn't hard before, I diffidently am now.

Laura smiled. "I like being a tease, you know that right? It's fun to string and toy people along." She rubbed her body right on mine, the hot water running over our bodies. "But you know, you've got to let up eventually." She said, kissing my lips.