The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

15- Lay in wait

*Andy's POV*

I stared at the closed bathroom door and soon my pants grew rather tight, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. I just saw Gwyn nude for a second, but she had been so white, she looked really soft. Apparently she shaved or waxed her pussy. I wondered what it felt like, and the pressure in my pants became a little more insistent, finally warranting an adjustment. Ugh. I bit my lip. It had been a while.

I went to the back, and looked down at Gwyn's clothes. I'd never been a huge panty-sniffer, but I tried it now, curious. Sweet, and a little spicy. Weird. I'd have expected something pretty foul after a fight. I briefly contemplated how to look, 'suggestive.' I took off my shirt. Um, yeah, that was about all I could come up with. Hopefully, that would be sufficient. I stuffed her clothes into the pillowcase on my bunk, laid down on it, and waited, an assortment of pick-up lines running through my head. It occurred to me that I hadn't had a chance to shower yet after the show and was still all sweaty and kind of adrenaline-filled. I hoped Gwyn wouldn't mind.

I was out of practice when it came to seduction. If Jules wasn't around, chicks usually gravitated to my dick of their own accord, it was just a matter of directing traffic. Something about this Gwyn, how she obviously thought I was hot but never made any move whatsoever, how she swore like a fucking sailor, said just whatever the fuck she was thinking, even when it was sometimes weird or unexpected... She was really strange, but the kind of strange where I wanted more.