Drawn to you (5 page)

I’m still using Gaby’s bathroom to shower and wash, as I don’t want to intrude on Finlay any more than I already am.

Gaby isn’t there when I make my way through her room but that isn’t unusual; she has her own life, even with me here, so when I open the door to find her in the shower having sex with Mike, one of Finlay’s friends, I nearly die of embarrassment and shock.

Oh, God, all their junk is just right there!

“Shit! Sorry, Gabs,” I stutter, trying to cover my eyes and exit at the same time.

Just as I’m about to run and hide, a wet, naked Gaby rushes out towards me, nearly slipping on the tiles.

“Antonia, you can’t say anything! Finlay would kill him. Please!”

She covers her private area using her hand, her other arm clasping across her modest breasts, as water drips down her body, forming a puddle at her feet. Her eyes don’t focus on mine and her lip is being gnawed to death by her teeth.

“I wouldn’t tell him, you know that. Finlay who, anyway?” I smile, raising my hand to high five her. “He is fit, Gabs. Go girl!”

“I know, right? He is so yummy and sweet. I think I’m falling in love with him, Antonia.”

Wow, okay. This is more than junk sharing.

This is a conversation we need to come back to and seemingly agreeing with me she changes the subject.

“Did you want to shower? Finlay’s room has a kick ass en-suite with a huge tub. Just use his.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t want to take over his whole room.”

“It’s practically your room, Antonia. You’ve used it more than he has!” She shrugs, and then tiptoes back down the hall to her room.

“Have fun!” I wink.

She blows me a kiss before shutting the door.

THE STEAM FILLS THE
room as I fill the tub, I haven’t soaked in the bath since living at home with my parents; it’s just what I need. Finlay’s bathroom
is
kick ass. It boasts a huge corner bath and a walk in shower that could easily fit six people in.
Six Finlay’s. Oh, God.

Seeing Gaby entwined with Mike makes me miss being in a relationship. I long for someone to get close to. God, they looked hot together, all naked and wet. Mike is tall and lean; they suit each other.

Gavin tried calling to ask me out. He left a crude message on the house answering machine, something about dinner then body shots and him for dessert. There’s no way I’ll let him near me, let alone take me on a date.

Brad, on the other hand, is sweet. He asked Gaby if I’m seeing anyone and if he could have my number. We’ve been sending texts back and forth a little this week, and I’m going out with him at the weekend for dinner and a movie.

Brad works for Finlay. They’ve been friends since high school.

That was where I met James. We were friends before we started dating so being with him was natural and easy.

James and I had been together for nearly two years; we had planned for our first time together to be the weekend my parents were going out of town for my dad’s birthday, but that was when it all took place, shattering my life, leaving me broken. We never got past it; he couldn’t forgive himself even though I never blamed him for what happened. He blamed himself for not getting to me in time.

As the hot water fills the bath, I peel the layers of clothing from my skin. I grab my iPod, plug in my earphones then rest my iPod on the corner of the bath before turning off the taps and stepping into the water; it feels like silk being draped over my flesh, gently teasing it. My face heats as memories of what it felt like to be touched by James burn in my mind.

Before it all turned to shit we were very sexual. We had passed all the bases except the last one, but that was more because of him than me. I was more than ready but he had had a bad experience with a girl who cried half way through, making him feel like a rapist. He always wanted to wait until I was over eighteen and one hundred percent ready, so I indulged him, knowing it would be worth the wait.

James had amazing hands; gentle, loving. He was also a good kisser and always made me feel loved and cherished. He was my first love. I still love him and probably always will.

My favorite song by Pink plays through my earphones as I lay with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the water lapping over my now hard nipples. A dull ache begins to throb between my thighs; I just want to feel wanted again.
I’m so lonely.

My hands slide over my body, stroking my soft, wet skin. Heat fires low in my pussy. My hands move down to touch myself where the ache is building. I slowly sway, making the water lap faster over my breasts. I bring one hand up to tease my nipple while the other strokes gentle circles over my clit, making my breath catch. My body tightens, coiling with anticipation. I’m right there, chasing my orgasm, and just as I’m about to topple over into a blissful climax, I hear a gushing sound over my music. Opening my eyes, I see Finlay wearing only his boxer briefs, watching me.

What the hell? I’m fantasizing, it’s okay.

No. No you’re not.

The gushing sound is water from the shower behind him. My stomach drops and bile rises in my throat from the humiliation. Without thought, I sit upright in the water, yanking my iPod from the corner and causing it to sink to the bottom of the tub.

“Fuck! Shit!” I stammer, grabbing my iPod and standing. I’m completely flustered, completely naked, and he’s staring at me as the water cascades down me like a water feature.
A very naked water feature.

“Do you want to finish?” He calmly asks, pointing to my crotch.

Is he serious?

Finlay unglues his eyes from my exposed body and fiddles with something on a shelf behind him. I take the opportunity to jump from the bath, grab a towel, and wrap it around myself.

“Dammit, Finlay! How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he replies with his usual smart-arse smirk on his face.

Damn that dimple. I just want to lick it, or push my nipple into it. Oh, crap. Focus.

“What are you doing in here anyway?” he asks casually, like he hadn’t just caught me masturbating in his tub.

I look down to the floor, completely mortified, and nervous about the scars that mar my skin.

“Gaby said it would be okay to use your bathroom,” I say, and that’s when I notice, protruding from his boxers, upright against his stomach, is his rock hard cock. Heat flushes my cheeks and I slowly lift my gaze to him. He’s still staring down at me with an intensity that makes my whole body hum.

“Don’t be embarrassed! If it makes you feel any better that was super hot and I’m about to go and do the exact same thing.”

His smirk turns into a full grin while lowering his boxers and casually walking into the shower cubicle. His body is lean and carved to perfection. He has that sexy V that you see in Calvin Klein ads and fitness magazines. James had a slight one but, damn, Finlay’s is cut.

He’s smoking hot, and now wet. His cock is proud, hard and thick. My mouth fills with saliva and my vagina begs me to ease its ache. He’s watching me watch him with a bemused look. Gulping and looking him straight in the eyes, trying not to sound like a stupid, intimidated virgin I shrug my shoulders and say, “Hey, fair’s fair,” before turning and leaving the room, closing the door as I go.

God, I’m excited, but also embarrassed and nervous at the same time. How does he do that? How can he make me feel this way? He annoys the life out of me but that smile also has a direct link to what’s in my panties, or in this case, what’s not in my panties. He saw me naked. I saw him naked.
He looks good naked.

Trust him to come home at that exact moment.

It suddenly dawns on me that his sister is taking a sex shower with his friend. Running over to my bags, grabbing some panties and my new silk dressing gown, I rush to Gaby’s room.

They’re still in the shower. Bloody hell, Mike has stamina.
Go Mike!

I gently knock on the door a few times and when they don’t answer, I cover my eyes and brave opening the door.

“Sorry!” I hold my free hand out in the air like a white flag.

“Shit!” Mike gasps. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry guys, but Finlay’s home!”

A huge commotion follows; I hear a lot of cuss words before Mike whispers at either Gaby or me, but I don’t know which because my hand is still covering my eyes.

“Shit! Fuck! Oh my God, what are we going to do?”

“He’s in the shower so I suggest you run now before he comes out,” I say.

Mike throws his clothes on quickly, and is out the door carrying his shoes and socks in his arms like some bad TV show on cheats caught on camera. Chuckling to ourselves at the close call, I leave Gaby to get dressed.

Walking back down the hall to Finlay’s room, my plan is to quickly grab my things, take them back to Gaby’s room and try to forget about what just happened with Finlay. Just as I’m about to leave, the bathroom door opens. He walks into the room with just a towel sitting on his hips, steam pouring through the open door behind him like some wet dream fantasy.

“Wanted another peek, hmm?” He chuckles as he waltzes over to his dresser and pulls out clean boxers. “How are you a virgin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I fire back, annoyed at his inappropriate question and stupid damp body glistening every time the lights hit him. He strides over to where I’m frozen to the spot, and flicks a finger against the ribbon belt that’s holding my dressing gown in place. It comes away, sliding open to him to view the bare skin beneath, my breasts perky and on display. Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my nipples peak.

My whole body hums with nerves and expectation. Goosebumps sprinkle over my skin, the tingles heightening with each passing second that his eyes explore the goodies he’s unwrapped, and I stay there, letting him look at me in just my black lace thong and open robe.

He points his finger towards me, his eyes following his finger’s movements up and down, and he slowly licks his lips to emphasize his point.

“That’s why you shouldn’t be.”

My cheeks warm with a knowing blush but I’m also annoyed by the way he makes me feel and the brazen way he’s acting. I reply with anger. “So because I have a nice rack and a vagina I should be using it to fuck men?”

He flinches, making his eye twitch, but quickly regains the cool composure he had seconds before and steps closer. His body heat is like a force field around me. His eyes hold mine with a piercing stare and his brow furrows slightly. “I didn’t say that. I’m saying you have an amazing body and I’m surprised at your age you haven’t let someone else touch you the way you were touching yourself in the tub.”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m a prude who’s never been touched by a guy. I had a long term boyfriend and he wanted to wait.”

“Wait! What?” He laughs. “Was he gay?”

“No, he just didn’t want to rush things.”

“He was gay!”

“No, he wasn’t, he just had a bad experience and wanted mine to be special.”

“Huh, and then he didn’t get the chance. That’s hilarious!”

“Fuck you, Finlay.”

“Are you offering?” He smirks, raising his eyebrows. “Because I would love to hear you finish. I feel cheated only getting half a show earlier.”