Lit: A Story

Chapter Six

 

Water sloshes down to my stiff form. I lift my head and feel the dripping in my face. I stop its flow to slather my body with liquid bath soap. Bubbles start to form.

"Hello, pretty," Geoff slightly opens the curtain. I shot a look to the side, having a glimpse of his swimming shorts.

"Just in time, hot stuff," He slightly lifts the strap of my suit. His strong knuckles rub on my back. His hand presses and glides, gentleness and force materializing in his massage. I turn around, placing my dainty hands in his chest.

"Shut the lights," I command. He follows. In his wake, he wets himself briefly before we continue.

"I wonder how we remain virgins," he muses, his hands kneading my lower back. I bite back a moan. "No guy will ever resist this," his hands trace my figure, "wonderful creation. I am a hormone-crazed extraordinaire."

I cup his face with both my hands. "We're sensible enough to reserve something for ourselves," I explain.

"We must be boring animals, then," he smirks before leaning in.

Head to head. Waist to waist. Chest to chest. We touch what has been forbidden to touch. Young and impatient, we explore structures. We reach heights. Inhumane desires procure us. We slither like snakes under the shower.

But we never open the gates of eternal bliss.

"You're not just a nerd school-wise. You're a nerd even after school hours," he grabs my waist, letting me straddle I jump and wrap my legs around his torso.

"If that is so, then we're doing a Draco Hermione number here," I clamp his hair back. He grins smugly. I imagine him as the pompous and blonde badass from the notorious series. Draco will probably be taller and paler; Geoff just suits my needs.

"You have fetish for fiends," he remarks.

"They are more interesting and dangerous," I turn the water flow off. My back lies on the cold, damp wall. "I like men feisty and monstrous," I rest my forehead against his. "Villains just need a little love, you know. Like Draco, he just needs more affection because Crabbe's and Goyle's aren't enough."

He playfully spanks my thigh. "Do not mock the dead, Aurore." His fingers draw a line from my throat, down to the valleys, to the center of my stomach. "Besides, if I am Draco, I won't be having Crabbes and Goyles waiting on my bed."

"Good." I pinch his nipple. "Because I am the only one who has the right to do so."

Then we proceeded to another thrilling game.

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It is a few minutes past nine. Geoff has gone first, around fifteen minutes ago. I remain near the entryway of the shower block. My body is pretty cold. The shower's warmth does not last for a long time.

Someone comes toward my place. "Who's there?" I demand.

Tasha's face slowly appears against the dark. She is in her bonfire attire -- oversized flannel pants, colorful socks, and untidy hair. Her expression transforms to relief as she sees me.

"Young lady, why are you still here? You'll be missing the real deal of tonight!" She pinches my nose. I cringe.

"I was having a moment before you arrive in your nutcase glory," I try to mock her playfully. Tasha catches it and drags me with my ear.

"You're-- Gah."

As we saunter through the night, I think about the bath I shared with Geoff. True, we are forbidden, considering our friends. We are always on the brink of toppling off the peak, but still, we give each other the nights, the minutes, the seconds. Tomorrow never matters; it is only today. Here. Now. Him. Me.

Us.

Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet. William Herondale and Theresa Gray. Henry Schoonmaker and Diana Holland. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.

If there are just shades of gray for us.