I learned a new sense of pleasure. No such luck. “Sup, freshie?” he said, catching my gaze with a quick grin. I, on the other hand, looked like I’d been sketched by a child with a shaky hand. He walked away, towel slung low, big frame relaxed like none of this was out of the ordinary. Or maybe found one I hadn’t known was there. He could feel my hole clamp down and pulse from where his thumb was lodged, and instead of pulling away, he pressed in further, pulling out slightly only to push in again. My stomach flipped. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background. I was screaming internally. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Because I liked it. He didn’t miss it. My body was literally buzzing, my ears ringing, every nerve on fire, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. “Hey,” I managed, my voice cracking like I was back in middle school.
