"You have an automatic. I'll be fine."Once she was naked, in the shower, with water cascading against her skin, she knew she'd have to masturbate. She...felt like she was about to explode already. She soaped her body quickly. There was complimentary shampoo. It wasn't the kind she used, but that didn't matter. Not for just one time.When she was clean she leaned against the wall of the shower and slid a hand between her legs. She was already so excited that her practiced fingers brought her close. I returned to my seat and resumed my math exercises, studiously ignoring the sidelong glances of my classmates. In the back of my mind I couldn’t help but review what a terrible mistake I’d made. Here I was, just turned 18 last week, a new student in an exclusive private school that my parents could barely afford, making the worst first impression of my life. If I didn’t get thrown out completely there would still be the inevitable parent-teacher conference where my shame would be displayed. No tasting my cum on her finger or asking me to lick it off her. She was disinterested, despondent even. I was still stretched out in the bed when she got out of the shower. She had always admired my 6ft 2 muscular frame. Not so much my five inches which had now shrivelled down to one. She had told me she’d like me to shave it, so it would appear bigger, but I feared the reaction of my football team-mates in the shower. Today, she didn’t go there, nor did she get back into bed. “Let's go for a. Their delivery van sat at the curb, freshly painted a sparkling pearl gray with whimsical scrolling letterwork in cranberry. Mia walked towards the back end of the vehicle. ‘Malone’s Flower Shop,’ she read aloud. ‘Home of the Love Doctor, Sam Malone.’ Sam grinned broadly. ‘Look at the back door.’ Mia walked around to the rear of the vehicle. ‘On call 24 hours a day for romantic emergencies!’ She threw up her hands. ‘Samuel David Malone, you are depraved!’ Sam rubbed his chin proudly. ‘And I am.