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Sam might actually be in danger.  
    “Good idea,” he said, turning.  
    “Because dried cum is gross. I’m not putting that thing in my mouth until you get it clean.”  
    “Sam, fuck!”  
    “Okay, fine, in a minute.” She put her tongue in her cheek, held her fist beside her mouth, and made a blowjob gesture. “I’ll be over there on the bed, with my panties off.”  
    He walked into the white, deceptively sterile-looking tiled space. He pulled off his boxers and threw them into the trash. The place where his boner had been stayed upright, like a dirty washcloth hung on an upright peg to dry. He looked at the sink, then at the door.  
    “No beating off in there!” Sam called out. “Save that dick to put in me!”  
    Zach didn’t reply, now hobbling toward the sink with what felt like two grenades between his legs. Sam tinkled girlish laughter from the front room.  
    He turned the faucet all the way toward cold, winced, and leaned forward with his balls on the counter, dick pointing toward the faucet. He wet a washcloth, soaked it, and stuffed it onto his boner. It was cold but tolerable, so he did it again, this time cupping the shaft. He lathered up, aware how this would make a wonderful pornographic America’s Funniest Home Videos , and worked soap all over. Then, going up on his tiptoes, he put his head against the mirror and used his hands to splash water directly from the faucet all over his crotch. It was very cold. He started to shrivel immediately, like the wicked witch of the West. He finished the job with the washcloth, then shrugged and threw it away. They might charge him a few bucks when they found one missing, but leaving it in circulation was cruel.
    He toweled off, pulled off the socks he still hadn’t thought to remove, and left the bathroom, naked.  
    Blessedly, Sam seemed to have tired of teasing him. She was in bed, sheets and downy comforter pulled high, curled toward Zach, lying on her side. Her panties puddled the floor by her nightstand.  
    “Impressive,” she said.  
    Zach looked down. He’d shrunk like a turtle. True to any young relationship, she’d only seen his dick when a handjob or blowjob was in the offing, and on those occasions, it always stood tall.  
    “You did this to me.”
    She smiled at him from her nest on the bed, her deep-blue eyes and tan face set off by the bright-white comforter. Zach wondered how they kept everything so white, and why the hotel had chosen such fragile fabrics. It didn’t matter. Sam looked devilishly cute where she was, her billowy, light-brown hair escaping around its edges.  
    “Why don’t you come in here and we’ll see what we can do about that?” she said.  
    “I don’t know. You’re so evil.”
    Sam jabbed a tan arm from her nest, grabbed the comforter at the front of the bed, and tossed it back. She lay on the white sheets exposed, her long body with its creamy tan lines in repose like a figure in a painting. Her small patch of pubic hair was all he could see of what was below, as she’d demurely arranged her leg with the front knee slightly elevated. He’d seen what was there a few times before, when he’d touched it or licked her, but this time was different. This time he’d be fully inside her, those lips he’d licked pressing against his root as she took him all in. The thought stirred his cock back to life.  
    She beckoned with a finger, and Zach followed like a man hypnotized.  
    Sam scooched back to give him room. He lay down beside her, then rolled over to kiss her. She was so soft — from her lips to the skin under hand. An exotic fabric, warm below his touch. He ran his fingers from her leg across her hip, then up her side. Their mouths worked in tandem, making small, delicate motions that were almost tentative. They’d done this before, of course, but it had never had the endgame it had now. The energy was different. A bridge was about to be crossed. It wasn’t the first time for either of