I quickly and rather awkwardly crossed my arms over my chest and returned my attention to Matt. “You OK champ - you look all flushed?” he asked. ...��You need to puke or something?” Oh god! Puke? I look like I want to puke? Hardly. “Uhhh, no. Sorry, coach. Just a bit tired after practice, you know?” “Yeah, sure, I know.” he said. He went over to my bag and grabbed my towel, brought it back to me and wrapped it around my shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he stood there in front of me. I looked. Dave does so much and works so hard. Besides being naked is just a few ounces less clothes than this bikini, and I could get over having my tits felt up. I told myself this several times, but it only made me dizzy. I don’t remember how long I sat there trying to convince myself of these things. Finally Derrick broke the silence, “Well is that acceptable?” I took another deep breath, “I’m thinking it over Derrick….no sex right?” He smiles, “Well not unless you want to, but per our. Sighing, he tried to stand, though his knees hadn't quite found a semblance of balance yet. Instead, he began spraying his body down with the shower head, washing the shampoo from his hair and the soap from his hole.Now that he was done, he lathered his hair in conditioner and quickly washed that off. He grinned happily as he walked out and dried himself, flexing his muscles in the mirror. He licked his bicep playfully before wrapping the towel around his hips.The cold immediately hit him as he. With the bottle and his glass in one hand, his other took her hand and led her to the bedroom.When she saw how beautiful it was a small tear formed and ran down her cheek.“This is not the same bedding. I can see your thoughts. You will be the first woman on this bed.”She turned and hugged him, being careful not to spill the wine. “Oh Michael, I love you. I have never met such a kind, wonderful man.”Her tears ran freely but briefly. “Don’t worry, these are tears of joy.”“Okay then, let me see.