I was sitting in my tub, finishing up shaving, when I heard a knock at my front door. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I quickly finished and rinsed off. I wrapped a towel around my body, not bothering to wrap one around my dripping hair. The knocking at the front door got louder as the person on the other side got impatient.
"I'm coming!" I yelled as I skidded towards the door. I yanked it open to reveal my younger brother's best friend, Gabe. He looked me up and down before pushing his way into my apartment.
"You know, I always fantasized about you in nothing but a towel when I was younger." He turned his head to look at me again and smirked, "it's even better than I imagined."
"Hi, Gabe." I rolled my eyes at him as I shut the door, "Why are you, yet again, barging into my apartment?"
"Awe. Come on. Can't I come and spend some quality time with you, Ames?" He plopped onto my couch and propped his feet up on my coffee table.
"Shoes off the table." He then proceeded to kick off his shoes and place his feet back on the table. I sighed again and headed towards my dresser.
I lived in a studio apartment in the same complex as Gabe and my brother. As soon as I graduated high school, I moved into the city to go to university. A year later, my brother and Gabe graduated and moved two floors below me. It was bad enough that I grew up with them. And now, thanks to my parents wanting me to keep my brother out of trouble, I was stuck with them through college. Only one more year, I reminded myself.
"I will inquire again. Why are you here?" I grabbed a black thong and lace bra from my top draw then squatted down to grab a baggy tshirt. I was fully aware of Gabe watching my every move.
"Dylan has half of the delta kapa sorority over at our place and I wasn't too interested in fending off drunk freshmen."
"Drunk freshmen, huh? Sounds like an upperclassman's dream." I slid on my thong under my towel then turned the other direction from Gabe and dropped my towel to put on my bra.
"Not my cup of tea. I prefer older women." I could feel him still watching me as he said this. I tried not to give much thought to my bare bottom being exposed to him as I slipped my tshirt on. It reached just below my butt, hiding it from Gabe's view.
"You've fulfilled two of my teenage fantasies tonight." Gabe commented as he made his way towards me. He threw his self onto my bed and leaned back on him hands.
"I don't know if I should be disgusted or flattered." I flipped my head over and used the towel to get as much water as I could out of my hair.
"You should be flattered. You were the only girl I ever fantasized about." He watched as I threw my towel into the laundry basket by my dresser.
"Were? Now I'm hurt."
"Well, you have some competition with Jennifer Aniston now, but after tonight, you will be my go to memory when I need to get off." He laughed at my disgusted face before laying back on my bed, "Hey. I used to get off to your picture every morning in high school."
"Perv." I threw a stuffed animal at him before laying myself next to him on my bed.
"We all had fantasies in high school. I'm sure you had some, too." He turned to look at me and I nodded my head. His eyes shifted down to where my shirt had risen up to expose my bellybutton and everything below, "Tell me one of yours. It's only right because I told you mine."
"I wanted to be a stripper." I laughed at the absurd memory, "I even practiced moves on the poles of my bed frame."
"Ah..." Gabe sighed like he was imagining it, "that was one of my favorite fantasies if you."
