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My brow furrows. “Wait, what? Are you saying you actually went to Oregon State?”

“Go Beavers. Yes. I told you I have a degree. I just don’t use it.”

“So, you really did specialize in beavers? Wildlife conservation science?”

“Yep.”

This girl continually impresses me.

“That’s…” A light chuckle escapes me. “That’s magnificent. What made you not want to do the science thing?”

“Oh, I would very much like to work in that field and I’m sure I would love it. I had just been bitten by the acting bug in college when I did a few plays there so when I graduated, I moved to California to pursue that dream. I figured right out of college was as good a time as any and if it didn’t work out or I wasn’t happy, I would have my degree to fall back on.”

“Incredible. I’m really impressed by you.”

“Thanks. But I don’t see it as that big a deal, really. I’m just a girl trying to decide what she really wants in this world because I don’t have my shit together yet.”

“You will.” I nod confidently. “I’m positive you’ll find your calling.”

“Thanks, Aris.”

She grabs a small bag from her suitcase along with a few clothing items and closes herself in the bathroom. To give her a little privacy I spend a few minutes sitting out on the balcony giving myself a pep talk to get through this night lying next to a beautiful girl I both respect and am attracted to, but also shouldn’t have.

When I take my turn in the shower after Adrienne, I step into a world of coconut and vanilla. The lingering reminder of the woman who graced this room before me. I stand under the purposefully cold water trying not to imagine what she looked like in here soaking wet just a few minutes ago.

Her long shimmery blonde waves falling down her back.

Her head tilted back as water runs down her body.

Her mouth opened as she enjoys the feel of the warm water enveloping her.

Water droplets hitting her tanned smooth skin, falling into crevices and valleys I can only dream of going.

Fuck, why am I doing this?

It’s only making things harder for me.

Literally.

Feeling hopeful that if I give myself some relief, I might be able to sleep tonight, I squeeze a tiny bit of Adrienne’s coconut shampoo in my palm and then wrap my hand around my cock. Squeezing my eyes closed, I open my mouth reminding myself to breathe through the pleasure and trying not to make a sound, so I don’t freak out the beautiful woman just outside the bathroom. With one hand on the shower wall, I bow my head as I slide my soaped-up fist along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

My chest feels heavy as it rises and falls with the motions of my hand. Pump by pump I squeeze harder, picturing myself thrusting into the woman currently in my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her cries of pleasure filling my ears, asking for more.

And still, I make no sound.

As quietly as I can, I pick up speed pumping my cock as hard and fast as I can until my body starts to tingle, my balls go tight, and I explode all over the shower floor. I hold on to the shower wall for several long minutes letting the water wash over me. Letting it wash away my pent-up energy and any anxieties about getting through this night.

I can do this.

Trying not to take too long, I give myself a quick scrub and finish in the bathroom, slipping on my black boxer briefs. When I open the bathroom doors, I’m met with a dark bedroom. Adrienne already tucked into the left side of the bed.

Well, that’s one good thing.

At least she didn’t take my side of the bed.

“Sorry, do you need a light?” Her voice is heavy as if she’s already half asleep.

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