Tuesday, November 6, 2007

   Fireworks Part 4: Chapter 2-3 (well part of 3)
Chapter 2: Wait for Me
“I’m so pathetic,” he thought to himself, “Why am I so nervous? This was my idea! Even if she got in here with me, I’m not sure what to do!” “Uh…I’m a little shy. Could I ask you to face the wall,” she asked as she undid her bra. “Yeah, okay.” He said as he faced the wall. Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, Ba-Bump, his heart beat faster and faster. FLAP. She pushed the curtain down, so she could get in. He turned his head the slightest bit. He started at her feet and worked his way up. Finally, Summer’s bare butt…covered by a towel. “Damn,” he thought, “Even if I am embarrassed, I really wanted to see her butt.” As he decided to break the silence that had befallen them, he was splashed with water. “Here,” she started, “I’ll wash your back.” He turned around, his back towards her. “You’ve got a big back,” she added. “Y-You think so?” he said turning his head slightly. “Hey! Don’t look back here!” she said as she slapped his back. “There,” she said as she used the shower heard to wash off the suds, “Nice and clean. You can do the front yourself.” “Great! Now it’s my turn to wash her! If I do this right, I’ll be able to check out her whole package,” he thought as a smile raced across his face.
“Okay. Now, I’ll wash yours. Hand me the showerhead.” He said as he put his hand up, implying she should hand him the showerhead. “What?! No…you don’t have to!” “No need to be shy,” he said turning around with that sinister and perverted grin on his face, “Hand it over.” WHACK! Her hand hit his face, “Stop it! You’re trying to get a look again!” “C’mon! Gimme the showerhead!” he said as he turned around completely. “No.” she said in defiance. THUD, she hit the floor of the shower. Jason sighed and got out of the shower. He pulled the towel from the light and used it to dry his head. Then he threw it into the sink, as she pulled the curtain to the side slightly. In fact, it was only enough to see her face.
“Sorry…are you mad?” she asked, still behind the curtain. He pulled his white t-shirt over his head and replied, “No, I’m not mad. If I stay here any longer, I might attack you. So…I’m gonna go stay in Charlie’s room.” “But why?” “Huh? Well…I…Geez…I just…I mean, I’m a guy…and…that means…to be honest, I wanna have SEX with you! I can’t hold back anymore! That’s why it’s dangerous for us to stay together! And it’s killing me!” He turned to look back at her, his eyes now closed, “Well anyway…that’s how I feel. I hope you appreciate that I held back.” He started to walk out the door, but she stopped him. “Jason,” she said, “There’s a hotel robe on the bed. Would you bring that in to me?” “Uh…Sure.” He walked out, grabbed the robe and thought to himself, “For a moment, I got my hopes up…I though she was gonna say she wanted to have sex too.” He walked back to the bathroom. “I put the robe over here,” he said as he placed the robe down on the bathroom counter. “Jason,” she said as he opened the door to leave, “I’m almost done. I’ll…be out soon. Wait for me…in bed.”

Chapter 3: The wall comes Down
“What’s that mean?!” he thought to himself. He closed the door and walked to the bed. “So that means…We’re gonna have sex…doesn’t it?” He whipped out his tooth brush and toothpaste, and began to brush his teeth. Shupa, shupa, shupa, Shupa, shupa, shupa, Shupa, shupa, shupa. “Crap,” he thought to himself, “What am I brushing my teeth here for? I’ve got not place to spit! Now what am I going to do?” KACHAK, JOLT! The door to the bathroom began to open. Jason hopped under the covers, spit out his tooth brush and swallowed the toothpaste…BLEECK! That part always gets me.

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