I had thought that nothing could be sexier than Seth, but I was wrong. Slick, soapy Seth rubbing his hands over me in a tight shower was a sight to behold. The stall was so small that our naked bodies were touching in all the right places. When I felt his erection poking towards me, I was already wet and ready again. I used my hands to guide him in as he backed me against the wall. I sighed with pleasure at the full feeling of having him inside me as the warm water beat down on us. Seth looked down and gave me a long, deep, wet kiss. I wrapped my legs around him and began thrusting my body onto his for all I was worth. I pushed my cheek into his shoulder as we both came loud and hard. I stayed in the shower after he got out to dry off. My body felt slightly sore, but as relaxed as a limp noodle, and it was fabulous. Before leaving, I found a pink, heart-shaped Post-It pad in my purse. I jotted down the word “Wowza!” and left the note on his bathroom mirror for him to find later. That was by far the best night of my life, I thought as he drove me home. For the first time, a bit of doubt about my time with Seth began to creep its way in. What if it wasn’t anything special for him? What if it’s the last time I see him? I watched him driving and smiled. Even if we don’t see each other again, this was so worth it. When we stopped in my driveway, he kissed me. It wasn’t just a peck. It was a real, toe-curling, perfect amount of tongue, feel it all the way to your hoo-ha, kiss. “When will I see you again?” he asked. I slid out of the Jeep and said, “Text me,” before whirling around and heading into the house, beaming.