A Memory of Ann - The Roman Bath

Ann and I were spending the weekend with Jude. Ann was dating Jude and Jude and I were close like relatives, cousins almost. The afternoon after Jude's big party --at which I licked hot sauce off a cute boys face, lost at beer pong and happily had to make out with Ann as punishment, and ended up playing the mostly naked tease with hot sauce boy in bed all night (a whole different story all together) -- Ann and I found ourselves playful and in need of a shower...

Jude's ground floor bathroom had this incredible, wide open, sunken in shower, decked out in gold plated faucets and drains with towel holders in the shape of water spewing fountain heads. Very gladiator. Kitchy. But big enough for four (at least!) and it was affectionately named the "Roman Bath."

Ann and I decided to jump in together. Jude and I are a little too close. He decided to wait outside and furnish us with some Enya tunes on the piano. Yes, it was just like a scene out of a movie. Hot boy plays piano while hot girls mix it up in the shower. A real blockbuster in my opinion, or it could be...potentially.

Ann and I grabbed some towels and proceeded to undress like nervous school girls. Chatting about the party and pretending not to steal glances at the flesh we were uncovering. We'd been naked together many times and at this point had made out several times, but this was different. The sexual tension is always there between us and who knew what could happen in that shower. I was certain what *I* wanted to happen and I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.

I stepped in first, turning the water on hot, busying myself with adjusting it. I let her come to me. Being the less shy of the two, I took her in my arms and tentatively kissed her. We both laughed. One of us made a comment about Jude missing the real party. In an awkward moment of silence we switched so she could wet herself in the spray. I watched the water run down her cute little heart shaped ass. How I wanted to reach around and cup her perky tits in my hands, pinching her nipples and feeling her relax into me. Instead, feeling shy, I reached for the shampoo bottle and began to wash her hair. She moaned slightly and leaned back as if it were her chest I had touched.

The moment didn't last long. She seemed unsure. The chemistry between is remarkable, but sans alcohol, her inhibitions were holding her back. She rinsed her hair and graciously offered to return the favor. I spun and let her work her fingers through my hair, being sure to praise her and let her know how much I was enjoying it. I found any reason I could to touch her. I reached back and softly caressed her wet thigh. As I turned to rinse I ran my hands along her shoulder, arm, side, and hips in order to politely manoeuvre my way into the water stream. I kissed her cheek. I made every effort to court her, but (though I knew she wanted to) she wouldn't succumb and I wasn't about to push myself on her (more than I already was).

In a last ditch effort as we rinsed, I took her in my arms again and we kissed. It seemed like hours. Her soft lips against mine. My tongue gently circling hers. I took her face in my hands. I traced my hand down the curve of her neck as we kissed, resting it on her upper chest. I had just about acquired the courage to cop a feel when Jude knocked on the door to see what was taking so long.

Talk about terrible timing...