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Chelsea Summers...
     
    About his body...
     
    As the liquid soap spread all over me, making my skin slippery to the touch, I started to think about how my own body reacted to his.  I was at the verge of touching myself, something that I never did before.  It’s not that I haven’t masturbated my whole life... it was just the first time when touching myself felt so bad... because I was thinking about someone who I shouldn’t be coveting.
     
    But I felt really different that morning.  As I caressed my body to scatter out the liquid soap, I was surprised to discover how sensitive I was to my own touch.  As my hands ran through my breasts, my nipples immediately hardened and a tingling sensation rushed through my system.  As my hand journeyed further south, I felt a certain kind of dampness that was very different and distinguishable from the water and the soap.  It was distinctively tepid and unyieldingly smooth.  I was wet.
     
    My fingers lingered in that area, an act that caused much internal debate last night.  As my digits stroked the line between my legs, I felt an inexplicable kind of thrill, one that was quick to consume my soul and make me lose control over the things I should’ve been wary about.  It felt good... really, really good. 
     
    So I continued to brush my fingers against my slit, and I started to moan.
     
    Then the door opened.
     
    Fuck!
     
    I was too sleepy that I forgot to lock it!
     
    Darwin went inside, rubbing his eyes to rid himself of his own drowsiness.  He was wearing nothing but a towel that covered the lower part of his body.
     
    I immediately grabbed the shower curtain and covered myself. 
     
    When Darwin’s eyes opened, he was shocked... he was just as surprised as I was, it seemed.
     
    “Oops, I’m so sorry,” he was quick to apologize.
     
    I wasn’t able to say anything.  My face was a picture of agony and shame.
     
    He hurriedly went out and closed the door, only to open it once again.  He pressed the lock from the inside and shut it once more.
     
    I bit my lip in embarrassment about what just transpired.  What did he see, exactly?  Did he see me before I was able to cover myself with the shower curtain?  Did he spot me completely naked?  Did he catch me touching myself?
     
    Did he like what he saw?
     
    I swiftly finished my bath, foregoing my usual routines just to get out of the shower as soon as possible.  I wanted to get dressed instantly.  I wanted to bury myself with other concerns to forget about the indignity that befell me.
     
    Garbed in my bathrobe, I went out of the bathroom.  I was taken aback when I saw Darwin waiting in the hallway, calm and collected, cool as he always has been.  He was resting his back against the wall, still clothed with a mere towel.
     
    “That was fast,” he said with a smirk.
     
    I tried to ignore him.  I walked past him in rapid steps.
     
    “Hey Betty,” he called, just before I could enter my bedroom.
     
    “What?” I asked irately as I turned to face him.
     
    “I didn’t see your tits but I saw the side of your hips,” he said, still grinning.  “They tell me that you really do have a great ass.”
     
    I rolled my eyes and proceeded inside.  I shut the door and I didn’t forget to lock it that time around.  I sat at the side of my bed, wanting to whack my head for the humiliating experience I had to endure... something which could’ve been avoided if I was just a little more careful.
     
    As I was inundated by mortification, however, one thought made me pause and smile.
     
    It was the first time that he called me Betty .
     

T hat morning, class started rather uneventfully.
     
    So abnormally uneventful, in fact, that I began to worry.  Was it a calm before an impending storm?  I crossed my fingers and prayed it wasn’t.
     
    Darwin ignored me, as usual.  He didn’t even bother to look at my direction.  I thought twice about giving him another note, given the unfortunate events