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his door shut. Mercifully, I fell asleep before he decided to torture me like he did in high school.
    When I woke up the next day, all I wanted to do was take a shower. I had set up all my stuff to take a shower last night, but decided that sleep was what I wanted more at the time. Right now, I could hear someone in there, but it would be so nice to finally get some time in that water.
    I kept playing on my phone until I heard the water turn off. A moment later, I heard James' door shut, and I immediately went to use the shower myself.
    It was a disaster area.
    My shaving cream was sprayed in a circle on the mirror. In the middle of the circle, my eyeshadow had been used to draw a pair of eyes and my lipstick had been used to draw a mouth.
    My jaw dropped. That jerk used to do this to me all the time in high school, messing with my stuff just to keep me on my toes. His invasion of my privacy was what led me to create the secret compartment in my dresser. However, we weren't in high school anymore, and I didn't feel like playing these stupid games. I was a new woman, not to be fucked with. I turned the water on in the shower quickly, then decided this had to be dealt with now.
    I stormed out of the bathroom and over to his bedroom. “Hey, asshole,” I started, barging in without knocking. “You-”
    James stood there, back to me and completely naked. Water still dripped in tiny rivulets down his hair and onto his back. I could see that perfectly sculpted ass and that muscular back. He turned his head toward me, then gave me that infuriating smirk. “Yes?”
    For a moment, his cockiness jolted me out of my shock. “We're not in high school anymore. You can't mess with...” I trailed off as he continued to turn his body toward me, his massive cock hanging there between his legs. Water still beaded on the head of it. My eyes fixated on it, and I lost my train of thought. “You...”
    “You shouldn't have looked, dear sister.” That cocky smirk stayed on his face as he gestured to his very impressive cock. He was like a chiseled marble statue.  “Now you're going to compare every man you ever sleep with to this .”
    I could feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment. Still, I had to break away. “You- you- don't touch my stuff, you jerk.” My voice sounded hollow even in my own ears. I turned and reached for the doorknob. I made the mistake of turning back around to give him one last angry look, and saw that he had just started to get a little hard.
    I turned and fled to the bathroom.
    ***
    I n the bathroom, the hot water had filled the room with steam. I unwrapped myself from the towel, tucked my hair into a shower cap, and stepped under the warm spray, wanting to wash away the embarrassment. How was it that I saw him naked, and I was the one that was ashamed? How did he do that?
    I turned, letting the water massage my chest. My breasts were sensitive and the water felt good. I ran my hands over them, grazing my nipples. The throbbing hadn’t stopped between my legs, and I wanted desperately to reach down and touch myself, but I wouldn’t do it. I had managed to go the past year without giving into fantasizing about him and I wasn’t going to start up again now.
    But all I could think about was what his cock would look like when he was fully aroused. I let my imagination wander. I saw him standing in the bathroom, stroking himself for me until he was thick and hard. He dropped his towel and then tore mine off. He grabbed me, running his hands all over my body, pinching my breasts and gripping my hips. He turned me around, forced me over the vanity, pushing this hardness between my thighs...
    I had to stop this!
    I held my breasts, massaging them in my hands and tugging at my nipples with my fingers. I imagined they were his hands fondling me. I let a finger trace a line down my belly and between my legs. Just a light caress. Nothing more. Even with the water running, I could feel I was wet with my own