More talking

As his breathing returned to normal, Tommy rubbed his hand against his neck and then glanced down at Sharon so that their gazes met while a happy smile appeared on her lips. Neither of them considered it necessary to say anything.

“Sharon,” Tommy eventually broke the pleasant silence, “I’m going to wait outside.”

“Okay,” Sharon nodded her head and watched how Tommy disappeared out behind the shower curtain before getting up on her feet and turning the water back on.

With the sound of the running water filling the bathroom, Tommy hurried over to the closet and picked out a towel for Sharon, grinning merrily as he thought back to everything that had happened so far that day. Thinking of Sharon was enough to cause him to experience a strange tingling sensation which spread through his body.

A few minutes later, the water stopped flowing and Sharon came stepping out of the shower, beads of water gleaming against her skin while her black hair had been plastered by the water into a thick, sleek mass which ran down her neck and onto her back.

Despite the fact that he had already blown his load five times during the span of a couple of hours, Tommy could feel his cock begin to swell back to life as he watched Sharon move up towards him, and he raced to step up behind her so that he could wrap the towel around her.

Sharon giggled as she felt Tommy secure the towel around her chest, and couldn’t resist the temptation to rub her ass against his semi-erect cock, using her fingers to hike her towel up a bit so that it wouldn’t be in the way.

Stopping what she was doing, Sharon instead spun around and threw her arms around Tommy’s neck, with his coming down to rest on her waist as she closed her eyes and leaned in for another kiss. She still couldn’t help but marvel at how each kiss that they shared seemed to carry with it the same sense of exhilaration as that first one back in the lake.

“I’m going to miss you,” Tommy loved how that decision from him caused Sharon to pull her body tighter to his.

Not enjoying having to do it, Tommy nevertheless untangled himself from Sharon’s embrace and stepped into the shower, ignoring his desire to ask her to join him and focusing on washing himself clean before stepping back out into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Tommy found out that checking that he had packed everything that he needed while Sharon was hugging him from behind wasn’t the simplest thing in the world to do, with the way in which her breasts pressed against his back while her arms were wrapped over his chest serving as a bit of a distraction.

“You got everything?” Sharon asked as Tommy surveyed his two opened bags as they lay on the bed.

“Yeah… I’m just thinking about how I’m going to smuggle you into camp.”
Sharon laughed at that, and then slid out from behind him.

“Tommy,” Sharon began, and he could hear and sense that she was suddenly nervous about something, “I’m going to have to tell Courtney, aren’t I?”

“What, about you and…”

“Uh-huh,” Sharon rushed to nod her head, feeling a wave of embarrassment come over her.

“Yeah, probably,” Tommy stopped to plant a kiss on the top of Sharon’s head, inhaling the scent of her hair, “if you don’t, it’ll still come out sooner or later.”

“But what if they’re already together?”

“Then this will have been the best day ever for the Lang brothers.” Tommy concluded.

“Hmm,” Sharon mumbled happily and planted a kiss on Tommy’s chest before becoming more serious again, “I’m just worried that she’ll hate me for it.”

“She won’t,” Tommy assured her, and then grinned naughtily as he added “But you probably shouldn’t tell her about your crush on her at the same time.”

“Oh, you’re not still thinking about that, are you?” Sharon felt relieved that Tommy was steering their conversation in a less serious direction.

“What can I say? It’s a thought that causes interesting images to pop up in my head.”

“Pervert…” Sharon smiled and kissed Tommy again.

[Writer's note: Thread no. 50! Woho!]