keith

The phone rings. "I'm coming over."

"Wait, I haven't taken a shower ye.. ((click))"

Unlock the back door so I won't have to get out to answer it. I take off my shirt, my jeans, and hop in the tub. Soap. Lather. Rinse. 10 minutes, listening for the sound of the door opening.

I hear nothing.

Shower done, wrap a towel around my waist and stick my head out of the bathroom door into the hallway, peering cautiously toward the living room. Empty. The coast is clear.

I open the door to my room.

There's a blonde woman sitting on the edge of my bed. She looks up at me innocently through her thick black glasses.

I sit next to her on the edge of the bed, a towel still wrapped around my waist. My hair is wet. I smell like soap and shampoo. Clean boy.

Sly. "Are you going to let me get dressed?"

"I dunno."

A hand on my leg. The tips of soft fingers reaching under the towel.

She's playful. "What've you got in there?"

I kiss her neck, gently. My nose brushes her hair aside. Fingers creep higher.

The towel falls to the floor.