The Shower
I wasn't sure he'd noticed for a moment, as his fingers continued their caresses, and his lips explored my shoulder, but he knew. He just didn't want to break the silence.
Subtlety is not my strong point.
Would the asshole who keeps
jerking off in the shower
PLEASE clean up after himself?
It's disgusting!
Sandy.
I pinned it to the wall, and hoped the issue would go away.
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You know, I thought there might be some problems flatting with all these people, but this wasn't one that came to mind. After all, it's something of a tradition to do it this way.
First year at Varsity, first time way from home, we stay in hostels. Meals are provided, sheets are washed, facilities are clean, available, restricted, and frankly boring. Any of us who manage to find our virginity promptly lose it, in an inappropriate manner, under the influence, and with someone who, if not actually horrid, is certainly not partner-for-life material. Think orangutan. A drunk one.
Drinking edges its way inexorably from desirability to compulsivity. Plans for study are put aside. Partnerships are created and broken with monotonous regularity. Some of us put homosexuality to the test, and find that while we are capable of sex with our very own gender, we would, on the whole, rather not. Then of course, the remaining ten percent take the exact opposite view.
Friendships come and go, there is a lot of laughing, even more crying, devastation, heartbreak, pregnancy, drug addiction, stalkers, streakers, theft, rape, and an occasional hero who comes along and makes it all worthwhile. Of course, not all those things happen to all of us. Personally, I could have done with a few more heroes, but I'm not complaining.
Somewhere along the path toward summer we realise that, despite all the fun and games, we've completely forgotten that we were here to learn something in an academic sense, and realise also that we can't possibly go home and tell Dad about all the extra-curricular learning. He wouldn't want to know about the coke, the drag racing, or the threesome. We're not sure we want to know either, though they all seemed pretty damn good at the time.
As it slowly dawns that we, along with most of the rest of our class, might be in trouble, we knuckle down. We study with a will not before seen, a determination which astounds us all, a focus heretofore thought impossible, and with not nearly enough time for it to help.
The year ends badly, and we all head to various homes, tails between our legs, goodbye-no-strings-just-friends fucking done and dusted, to face parents who are not happy and less than supportive, but privately pleased that we were just the same kind of hellions as they had been a generation before. The fact is, they would like to know about the coke, sex, drinking and heartbreak. But you can guarantee we won't be telling them, unless we can manage to disguise things enough to convince them that it wasn't us.
Summer is spent in remorse, at least in the presence of parents. Many of us need to work hard to raise enough money to do it all again, while the rest waste the time on beaches and in bars. But when it's time to leave home again, and the relieved parents wave goodbye, or drop us off, it's not to the hostel we go. No, we are mature now. Older, and more experienced. We want to feel life with a visceral edge, a reality that only exists when we look after ourselves. We want to cook our own meals, or choose not to. We want to clean up when we feel like it. We want to choose our companions, often based on a five minute conversation late one night, the year before. We want to cram as many people as we can in a small, dingy, dark, grotty flat, and then see if we can drive each other crazy. We want to be grownups.
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I gave it two days after pinning the note to the fridge. Nothing had changed. The fact was, I knew who it was anyway. I just hadn't been quite obnoxious enough to put his name on the note.
The six of us who made up the tenancy were a strange mixture. All intelligent, partly-educated, independent, self-thinking individualists. It shouldn't have been a surprise that we provided friction to one another. The three guys were probably not bad as these things go. They were mostly tidy and clean, and they treated at least us three girls as people. No telling what they did outside the house.
Nev was probably the least extroverted of the bunch. He was a Computer Science student, but he didn't fit the nerdish stereotype of most of his classmates. He was very involved in mountain biking, and was the most likely of the group of us to eat something healthy.
I couldn't stand what he was doing in the bathroom though, and decided I needed to confront him. Don't get me wrong. I had no problem with him masturbating. More power to him. Really. Hell, I've been comfortable with my hand between my legs myself, for years, on a regular basis. It wasn't that, not at all. The problem was having a shower after him, and having to stand on the sticky leftovers. Yuck. Now I realise we girls have an advantage here, but that's no reason to leave evidence.
I waited until the next morning, and sat quietly in the kitchen, until Nev appeared, towel around his waist, and made his way to the bathroom. I wasn't really sure what I intended to do, but had got the idea into my mind that I needed to catch him, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the act. So I followed him down the hallway, and listened to him for a while, until I heard the water start in the shower.
Knowing that I was safe for a few minutes now, I tried the door. We weren't too concerned about nudity in the flat, and the door was seldom locked. Hell, when the guys went for a pee, they didn't even shut the door until we ganged up on them. Sure enough, the door, while closed, wasn't locked, and I could open it easily enough.
The flat we rented was a conversion of a big old house, and some of the rooms were shaped a little strangely as a result. After I opened the door and walked into the bathroom, I still couldn't actually see the shower. I closed the door carefully behind myself, and peered around the corner. Sure enough, Nev was under the water, and just as I got there, he finished rinsing his hair, and turned away from the shower head, and put his back to the water. He would have been able to see me if he happened to look in exactly the right direction, but with soapy eyes, and steam, he probably wouldn't.
The shower cubicle had a clear glass door, and from where I stood, I could see fairly plainly through it. Nev must have been giving his upcoming masturbation some thought, because as he turned, his erection became obvious. He reached up and squeezed a little conditioner on his hand, and carelessly wiped it all over his cock, and that's when my plan went all wrong.
I'd never seen a boy masturbate before, other than up close, his cock right next to me, with our lips together, and me helping. This was different. He stood there, back almost straight, relaxed and calm, closed his eyes, and started to stroke. He had a sizable penis, and from where I stood, I could see that it jutted out strongly from his hips, curving slightly upwards. I knew, from a late night conversation earlier, that he was circumcised, and the head of it was large, and red. Conditioner partially covered the skin, and his right hand slid effortlessly up and down, getting faster as I watched.
I noticed the rest of his body for the first time then, as well. The mountain biking had given him strong shoulder muscles, and his legs held him rock steady. His face was squinting with concentration, and the water was running down the back of his short, dark hair, and down over his muscled back.
The desire to confront him had completely departed, and been taken over by another more basic need, and as I watched him intently, both of my hands slipped down to my thighs, and lifted my skirt at the front. My panties provided very little in the way of a barrier, and I pushed them down off my hips to give myself better access.
Plunging a finger from each hand inside myself, I realised how wet I was, and stroked frantically, covering my labia with ample moisture, sliding my fingers up and down in time with his hand, slowly nearing my clitoris.
I leaned back against the wall now, careless of being caught, and attacked myself vigorously. Two slippery fingers pounded my clit delicately, but oh so fast, and I watched Nev, as he bent his back a little, in anticipation.
Suddenly I realised I couldn't hold on any more. My legs collapsed under me, and I crouched, skirt around my waist, panties around my ankles, knees apart, fingers buried, and stroked, as fast as I could, my hands a blur between my spread legs.
I'm sure I was making noises, but I didn't care then. I just kept watching the tip of his cock disappearing and reappearing through his hand, and stroking myself. Suddenly his movement changed, and my finger slipped, lost in the moment. It didn't matter. As his cock reappeared once more, a thick stream of milky semen flew from it, and sprayed on the glass opposite him, and as he came, I did too, my muscles contracting almost painfully in this position, and I shuddered over and over, as he continued to spray the glass. My body jerked in time with his releases, and my fingers, deep inside me now, were trapped and squeezed wonderfully.
As he stopped painting the shower cubicle, I calmed down a little, and started to realise what a ludicrous situation this was, and tried to stand up, in hopes of leaving the bathroom before I was caught. It was a waste of time. My legs had been strained a little too much, and as I tried to straighten them, I fell headlong onto the floor. It couldn't possibly have been more embarrassing.
He opened the shower door as I stumbled around, trying to push my skirt down, and pull my panties up, and smiled at me.
"You know, Sandy, that's one of the hottest things I've ever seen, but this last part is a let-down."
"You saw me?"
"God yes, from the moment you walked in. I thought maybe you were going to accuse me of leaving a mess in the shower."
"I was."
"Ah. And...?"
"Shit, I... I couldn't. I was..."
"Yes, I could see."
"I'm so embarrassed."
"There's no need Sandy. Umm... at the risk of being bold... you could probably do with a shower."
"Oh, I... I couldn't."
"Uh huh. Come on. Instead of trying to pull those cute panties up, how about taking them off? It's not like I haven't seen already, is it?"
"Look, it wasn't my intention to..."
"I know, I know. I was really angry when you walked in, but somehow the idea of you watching..."
"Oh. You too?"
"God yes. Listen, I do jerk off in the shower, but it's not normally like that. That was amazing. You were too."
"Well, I've never done that, crouching on the floor of a bathroom, and I never intended to, either."
"Come and get in the shower, Sandy."
"You sure, Nev?"
"Oh, yeah. Unless you don't want to."
"Oh, I do. I do."
"Well, come on then."
I stood there in front of him then, and slowly removed the remainder of my clothes, dropping them to the floor carelessly. I was momentarily embarrassed at him seeing my breasts, but realised that was ridiculous, and showed them off proudly instead.
As I opened the shower door, and stepped inside, Nev moved away from the water, and insisted that I get myself wet. I turned away from him, tipping back my head under the hot water, and let it run down my front, a little flowing over the back of my head, and down my back. Nev squeezed some liquid soap onto his hands, and started rubbing it into my shoulders and back, slowly increasing his range of movement to include my arms, and then my hips.
Feeling the heat of the water now, I moved back slightly, and pushed my ass against him. I could feel that his erection had recovered, and hoped that he wasn't going to remain quite so gentlemanly. I need not have worried.
As I gently rubbed my body against his, he squeezed a little more soap and moved his hands to the front of my body, slipping down over my collarbone, knowing somehow, where and when, to stop. His fingertips walked down over the tops of my small breasts before sliding gently all over them, soaping and kneading, squeezing my nipples between his fingertips before continuing down.
It's a strange thing, but my belly button, which is normally ticklish, becomes immensely erotic after I have an orgasm. I've been able to come, when I'm alone, just by stroking there in the right way, but never for the first orgasm. I'm sure he didn't know, unless one of a very short list had blabbed, but he somehow did exactly the right thing, sliding in circles around it, and occasionally shooting straight over the top. I said nothing, encouraging him with my body, and as he continued applying just the right amount of pressure, and his lips started to nibble my ear, I came. Not the earth-shattering near-pain I'd experienced before on the floor, but a gentle wave of pleasure, culminating in a hard clench of my muscles, and a wonderful zing at the end of all the nerves in my body.
I wasn't sure he'd noticed for a moment, as his fingers continued their caresses, and his lips explored my shoulder, but he knew. He just didn't want to break the silence.
I felt released then, my needs taken care of, my stress erased, and my body tingling. There was just one more thing I wanted, and I knew it was the same thing he had in mind. Nev was about eight inches taller than me, so I knew it would be a bit fiddly, but I wanted him just how he was, from behind.
I leaned forward and put both of my hands on the wall in front of me, the water pouring down my back now, and pooling between us wherever possible, and pushed my butt back towards him, making it clear what I wanted again, without speaking. I parted my legs a little, while trying not to bend them too much, and I could feel Nev positioning himself between my legs.
His hands, which had remained in front of me, had moved their way down between my legs, and he used them to help position his hard cock in the right place. Desperate now, I pushed against it, willing it inside myself, and as we both wiggled, and he used his hands to help, the tip of his cock suddenly popped through my labia, and he was inside. It felt so big, due to both the position and its actual size that I hesitated momentarily, and he froze, worried that he'd taken a liberty I hadn't intended. But I was just savouring the moment, and pushed myself down over him, his hot hardness filling me, stretching me, arousing me yet again.
As the full length of him impaled me, I started to move up and down on him, pushing him out and pulling him in, the water from the shower flowing in and around me as well, the hot water and his hot cock so different. I could hear him panting behind me, and his thrusts were becoming a little desperate when I felt his fingers on me, my swollen clit caressed by his wet fingertips, his desperate cock pounding inside me, his breath in my ear, his tongue on my earlobe, and I lost it.
My muscles clenched tightly around him, and I orgasmed. Not the earth-shatter of the first, or the slow pleasure of the second, but a pounding hot wet release. And as I came, clamping him inside me, he did too, grunting and moaning behind me as his seed lodged so deep inside my sopping clamp. We both stood there, in that insane position, each of us encouraging the other to one more muscle contraction, and then, inevitably, we collapsed, arms and legs in all directions, our bodies separated suddenly, and the shower pouring over both of our heads.
Unable to breath where I was, I moved to the side, only to hear a pounding on the shower wall. It was our flatmate Linda, and she wanted to know if we were ever going to get out of there, and stop wasting water. She was also pleased that I seemed to have fixed the masturbation problem, but her language wasn't very nice!
We stumbled out of the shower, wrapped the only towel around both of us, left the remaining evidence on the shower wall, all my clothes on the floor, and walked in as dignified a way as we could manage out to the hallway, to a standing ovation from four people.
Throwing the towel aside, realising there wasn't much point, I dragged Nev to my room, ostensibly for recuperation. The poor boy barely survived the day.
Oct 2013
Familiar, upon first sight Ahh, a GBF classic...it seems I was right
Oct 2013
Ain't college great? Fun story, loved the girl's point of view and would like to be the guy.
Oct 2013
I especially love this detail: "It's a strange thing, but my belly button, which is normally ticklish, becomes immensely erotic after I have an orgasm." What a wonderful turn. It's like something from Cesar Aira or Haruki Murakami. An entire book could er
Jun 2008
'Til the water stops running...' That corny country song ran through my head on this one.
Hope she's on the pill...
We always used flipflop sandals in the submarine showers for this very reason.
Apr 2008
Ooh that was nice. I just had a shower, a very
nice one i might add, and this story is
definitely close to one of my favourite
fantasies.
Jul 2006
simply awesome !!
GBF: I'm pleased. Thanks.
Jun 2006
This HOPELESS ROMANTIC is utterly delighted with your firm grasp of the realities of college life and sex. :-)
GBF: I never went so I had to imagine it. :-)
Jun 2006
great story..well written....
GBF: But did you get wet? :-)
Apr 2006
WATER - sex in a pool,shower, tub or the beach ....fantastic
GBF: Thanks.
Apr 2006
as per usual, an excelent story, u might have included something along the lines of oral...? mabye. make them longer, u have a talent here and its a shame to waste it on short stories.i feel sorry for the guy at the end ;P
GBF: Usual? And yet you've never written before? Shame on you! :-) Some of them are longer than others. Life is like that. :-)
Mar 2006
Very nice, sir. If only the boys at my college were so buff! (Actually, once was, but we were such good friends neither of us wanted to spoil it. What a waste!)
GBF: You mean you've never had to post a warning sign on the fridge? :-)
Feb 2006
I would like to read more about breast, as i like keep on sucking them for ever. In the present case I feel this man could have spent some time in playing with the nipples which will become harder on a single touch. really i would like to experience them
GBF: Plenty of breasts on the Net, you know...
Feb 2006
A really good story. Amusing, erotic, arousing.
GBF: Just what I was looking for!
Nov 2005
Great story, I loved the whole idea. I feel guilty with my next statement as I certainly don't write erotica and should not critic, but for me it would have been sexier with less dialogue and more thoughts. I always feel that chit chat spoils the moment
GBF: I see what you mean. Strangely, I get a lot of feedback from people telling me they read my work specifically *because of* the dialogue, so there's no right answer.
Nov 2005
wow, great little story... and sooo erotic.
You got me harder than an old man has rights to get... and i am going into my shower to spray my glass panels right now.
GBF: Old? Age is a state of mind. :-)
Nov 2005
*delighted chuckle* 'The poor boy barely survived the day.' We women are a wanton lot, aren't we?
(and aren't you men glad! *devilish gleam*)
Oh yes. A slippery man in the shower? One of my very favorites.
GBF: What took you so long? :-)
Nov 2005
Very nice:)
GBF: Aren't showers usually?
Nov 2005
most excelent! I like the humor as well, man remindes me of some good times
GBF: Thanks.
Nov 2005
That is a great story! I absolutely love it. I never went to college, but this story makes me wish I had. ;)
GBF: You know, you don't need to go to college to do this...
Nov 2005
I sent the address of this story to a man I know in Australia and we read it at the same time. The story was great to begin with but him reading it at the same time was an added bonus.
GBF: So how kinky was this then?
Nov 2005
This story has all the componants of some of the best experiences of my college days. Fun times, fun read.
GBF: So where did you go? :-)
Nov 2005
I absolutely loved reading this piece. My favourite aspect was how real the situation was. Thanks for sharing.
A Satisfied Reader
GBF: I loved your feedback!
Oct 2005
oh wow, that sure made me cum hard with my vibe tonight ;)
GBF: What, and no email address? :-)
Oct 2005
I always leave the shower cleaner than I find it HA! Its the bath tub that I fail to clean fully. Good story that I find very possible, therefore exciting. Please accept may thanks for sharing this story.
Sep 2005
I just want to say that this story is wonderful. I felt like I could have actually been there.
Authors like you are what makes erotica worth reading.
Thanks a bunch.
GBF: I'm glad you liked it.
Aug 2005
This story is great and the first I've read of yours. I can't wait to read more of your works!! ;)
GBF: Welcome!
Aug 2005
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GBF: One? Where did that come from? :-(
Jul 2005
sudsy sex... mmmmm hot and steamy! love it...and this story too.;-D you never fail to get me all hot and wet as well.... sigh...
GBF: :-)
Jul 2005
*applause*
GBF: *bow*
Jun 2005
In a word, WOW
GBF: In a word, THANKS
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I read a few more of your stories this morning and I just have to say you are very good at what you do. I read the Shower, Next Time, and the one about the
GBF: Well, whenever you can! :-)
The Quiz,
The Shower,
The Swap,
Next Time
and Twas the Night
are
GBF: More? Well, so long as I hear back! :-)
It was very good I want to know more...
GBF: More what?
Love the shower story. I had to masterbate as soon as I finished reading it!!
GBF: You waited? :-)
It left me with a tingle deep inside. you have deeply touched me.
GBF: Ooh, jus the way it's supposed to work!
A lot of shy guys like myself DREAM of things like this happening to them.....Damn good, and erotic story.
GBF: You mean it doesn't?
's pretty good. Nice story, good spelling, amazing erotica.
GBF: I agree. Re the spelling.
I think this is my favorite story of yours. Although 'It starts with a castle' is closing in fast. Its a great mixture of humor and erotica, without one element snuffing out the other. A definite classic in my boo
GBF: Wow, thanks a lot.
Reading "The Shower" got me so wet (no pun intended) that I dripped down my leg. Of course, what I was doing at the time may have had an effect. I couldn't stand up either.
GBF: :-) :-)
Excellent.
Held my interest and excited me with anticipation.
Am very impressed by your writing style and skill.
Keep writing.
GBF: Thanks. I'll give it my best shot!
Well, you got another winner here. From 'The Quiz'(no sex)to 'The Shower'with it's hormonely charged descriptions of sex is quite a transition in one evening for me.
Although I like humour, it's this type of erotica that keeps you on the top of this gen
GBF: On top? Well thanks Allan, but that's unjustified!
I'm glad you managed the transition alright!
wonderfully erotic,I certainly cannot stand up for a few minutes with out causing some embaressment. Keep up the great work.
I loved this story. Mutual Masturbation is a favorite. Thank you for a great idea to share with my man.
GBF: I better get a report back! :-)
A very nice fantasy story and much nicer when told from the viewpoint of a woman. I could just feel the urgency of he man and loved the way he came in you.
GBF: Hmm... Thanks. But listen, I'm the author, not the character!
This story SOOO makes me sorry I missed going to college!!
Thanks for the wonderfully tantalizing afternoon break~
GBF: Hey, this is a night time story! :-)
great story, I'm still hard
GBF: Still? That's not how it's supposed to work! :-)
That was the best story I have ever read. I'm in collage too and there are a few girls that I want to do that to.
thank you so much.
will you send me more of your works?
GBF: Not send them, but I'll let you know when they are posted. And thank you very much.
Beautifully crafted -- wonderful setting of the scene, then a crackingly good description of some great sex.
GBF: Why thank you.
Fun and sexy.
I have a water fetish So of course it was absolutely great...
GBF: I suspect everyone has a little of that one...
Enjoyed it very much
Thanks
SO
best i've read for a while very well written
GBF: Thanks a lot.
MMMMM
mmmmmm
mmmmmm
mmmmmm
mmmmm
*twirl*
GBF: Hee hee. Thanks.
Well... not the powerful orgasm like I got from Splat! but hey... I ain't bitchin :P For vanilla sex it was pretty damn good.
GBF: Hey, you rating the story, or the orgasm? :-)
Hmm, as someone about to move out of home for the second time, I would have to say that this is a very appealing story. Especially now, in summer, when its too hot to have sex under covers and shower sex is really all you want. As usual, keep up the gre
GBF: Are you taking someone with you, for that purpose? :-)
Sounds like a situation I'd like to find *myself* in. Thanks for the vividness.
GBF: Pleased I could help.
All the stories are wonderful! I enjoy the beautifully discriptive writing, they are always a great turn on....and my boyfriend definetly benefits from that!
GBF: Well, get him to write to me too!
Excellent. Wish there was more, but I'm slowly learning that it's better to have fifteen good new stories than one stale fifteen-chapter-long story.
GBF: Thanks. There is always a temptation to do more, but I think the story was told.
A delightful little story of a chance encounter that leads to pleasure. Very enjoyable. I like the way your characters are entirely credible. Thanks, Gentle.
GBF: Thanks. I'll be sure to let the characters know, especially Sandy! :-)
I used to do this when I was a kid, only I'd do it in the sink after my shower. I'd prop my balls on the counter and go to town. I shot gobbs of cum down the drain over the years. The nice art was, I could watch myself do it in the mirror :) I always
GBF: Well, by yourself is fun... But...Sadny would have been MORE fun.
A really great story. Keep up the good work. Beautifully written.
GBF: Oh, thanks.
I thought this story was told excellently. It was erotic, but not coarse or harsh (as with some writers who think that coarse slang terms for sex means it's a more erotic story). And I especially liked that it was slightly comical. I enjoyed it very mu
GBF: More? Jeeze, sixty stories isn't enough? :-) Thanks.
Wow what a story. It had everything but a 3rd party. It was great.
GBF: 3rd party?
Execelent! I usually don't go in for the "this could happen in real life" style, but I love your work. It manages to make me believe that if I was in that situation, I might do exactly what your girls do. An incredible example of erotic fiction(?).
GBF: Thanks Pam. Wish you'd left an address so I could thank you properly.
This is a wonderfully steamy tale with a realistic perspective about University life. The shower scene was delicious, and the bits of conversation were catchy and fun. Hot enough to make me leave the bathroom door unlocked from now on!
That was completely erotic...
GBF: That was completely the idea! :-) Thanks.
it was great! I loved it
It was pretty enlightening. As a woman, I learned much more than I ever thought I'd know about male masturbation.
Good job........ahhhhhh hand job that is.
GBF: You mean you've never watched?
Simply lovely, as all your writings on asstr are. If I weren't at work, but then again... ;)
GBF: and... ?
This was a great story.remind me of my collage days:-)
Keep up the good work
Excellent story, look foward to seeing more!
GBF: You have to read the other 60 first! :-)
I thought it was good; your language was exciting and allowed me to come up with great mental images of the action. But, more importantly, it had well developed characters, and all the important plot elements for a short story.
That stunk...I 'll bet you won't post this comment
GBF: How much? And next time, how about an email address, so I can find out why you feel that way?
Hot story kept my interest all the way thru. Keep up the good work
I liked it. The story was gentle but firm.
GBF: Thanks.
Very nice - I always appreciate sex stories from the woman's perspective.
GBF: mmm... So do I!
a little messy but who isn't
GBF: :-)
A really good (as in believable. SO important!) story. when I was young I had very similar experiences and to read this brings it all back vividly. Unlike so much of the crap that is posted at asstr (maybe I'm too old!!) the style in which you present you
GBF: Well, thanks. Point a publisher my way, would you? :-)
Great story. absolutely loved it
GBF: Great!
Very nice indeed. I am impressed.
GBF: Thanks
Just read Shower and it was great.
The perspective was consistant, and the examples of University life help hook the reader into the story.
The sexual situation is realistic and exiciting.
The question is, what does the word "flatting" mean in t
GBF: Flatting, in UK, Australia, and NZ, is sharing a house, or apartment, or 'flat'. In the US, flatmates would be roommates.
What do I think? You put other writers to shame. You have a personality, and it comes out in your writing. Your characters are made real by their genuine, human reactions. I can read your stories without the feeling that I'm doing something 'dirty', becau
GBF: Wow, thanks. I wish you'd put your email address, so I could thank you properly for that!
Fabulous story, Gentle. Very hot. Really enjoyed this.
It would seem that I now need a shower of my own after reading this.
It will be a solo shower, unfortunately. Sigh.
GBF: That's sad. I'd send you an angel, if I could find one!
Very nice! The dorms here at ***** are almost all coed, and from what my students tell me, it is a sex pit....
Anyway, delightful!
Well set up. Glad I could read your work
GBF: So am I!
You vividly brought back my hottest memory! There is no climax more intense than one with warm water running on your skin, as two slippery bodies frantically clench and warm semen spurts forcefully deep inside you.
GBF: Oh, hey, you could have left an address. How can I thank you otherwise? :-)
As usual Gentle, extremely sexy and very well written. Got me hard, and thats no small feat at my age. Wish I'd had a woman who liked sex that much when I was a young man. Probably would have screwed myself to death. What a way to die thuogh. Another 10 t
GBF: I thought age was a state of mind?
Excellent as always
good story, could have used some more details about the people involved, ever think of expanding story to turn the flat into a brothel?
GBF: I can understand wanting more details, but a brothel?
I wish I had known Sandy in my younger days!
GBF: Me too!
It is so erotic to see others pleasure themselves, or to watch a couple get it on.
Lovely story
Nice story! I liked the realistic impression of summer study, and the humor of a confrontation gone (happily) wrong. Thanks!
GBF: I don't like confrontation. Maybe that's where it came from...
Nice, Thanks
justaguy!
GBF: Waddaya mean, 'just'?
Another great story, Gentle. Thanks. Happy Holidays.
GBF: And to all of you.
Awesome your stories rock :)
Great work as I said before.
BRAVO!!
loved it, loved it!!
GBF: Oh, thanks.
Cute story. Enjoyed the beginning with the descriptions of underclass students and their quest for discovery. The shower scene was neat with a cute ending. Very enjoyable reading.
GBF: Cute? Not raunchy? :-) I'm a romantic at heart.
Good story.
Shared showers wiht the right showermate are great. keep writing.
GBF: I'll do my best.
nice, romantic in a funny way
GBF: Funny is good
very good story, well done with real characters in it. Thanks!
Well, finally a 'clean' story. - ROFL
I had to pay atention to realize your 'twist' - indeed 'solving the masturbation mess'- ;-)
GBF: You got a better way?
You've done it again! Amazing!
GBF: Thanks.
Yummy! Please don't sell my email address.
GBF: I won't even tell anyone.
And I thought my showers were erotic. I'm thinking I need a little company...what do you think? Such a sophisticated, knowlegable, and absolutely sexy way you have for telling a story. I'm off to the showers...
GBF: Hope you have fun.
Awesome! I really enjoyed the story. Thanks.
GBF: Great!
been off line for a while..got home from my part time job...took a hot shower..(who knew)..made some hot spiced apple cider..turned putter on..went to yahoo and PRESTO some new storys from Gentle But Firm thanks for giving us all something to read on thes
GBF: No, no. It's summer! You're waking up in the wrong part of the world!
I just read your new story, danged hot. I think I had better go take a cold shower!
GBF: Thanks
I rather enjoyed this story. I do tend to think that it reads a bit stilted at times, as if the writer speaks English very well, but as a second language. Good job!
GBF: Stitlted? No one has ever told me that before. And no, English is not my second language. I'm glad you enjoyed it, nonetheless.
I think it was really hot. I have enjoyed several very hot shower scenes. I could use one now.
GBF: Well what are you doing here? Go get one, and then tell me!
It was wonderful! You write some amazing things. Thank you for putting you work out where people like me can read and appreciate it.
GBF: Hey, it gives me a buzz to give you a buzz!
It's bloody good, you know.
nice story, set-up, and climax
Those were the best days of my life and your "The Shower" reminded me of them in a most amusing, pleasant way. Thanks for a great story!
GBF: Thanks.
Very cute!
Well written. Very nice.
GBF: Well thanks. You sure got in quick.