Luck and Love: VII

Michael did in fact forget about Rose. All he thought about until ten was math. And Zoë. They had forgot about the help until nine o’clock, but she assured him that her parents wouldn’t worry about her. At nine they resumed their studies, going over the homework that they had been assigned and finishing it in a half an hour. By then Zoë fully understood the subject. Once they were done Michael excused himself to the bathroom while she went to refill her water. Once he was inside with the door locked he dropped his pants and let his cock loose. He hadn’t been able to get off since that morning when he and Rose had fucked. He sat on the lid of the toilet and began stroking it. After a full day of almost no attention his dick would have been a little bigger than normal, but the light touches and smiles of the elegant and gorgeous Zoë had forced him to hide his erection a few times over the course of the night. The result was his full nine and a half inches, swollen and red with need.
As his hand gently began to stroke his cock he imagined that scene that he had witnessed so long ago, though it in fact had only been two days; Candy, the bitch ballerina, undressed and caressing her stunning body.

Quickly the scene changed to one of Zoë on her knees in front of him. He stroked for about five minutes to no avail before he gave up and tucked it back away. As Michael quickly dropped down the stairs he found Zoë standing in his path. Too late to do anything Michael hit the carpet of the first step and flew forward, crashing straight into Zoë and dumping her ice water all over the both of them. Luckily the collision had occurred in a place where there was no furniture. Looking up from the floor Michael found Zoë with ice water all down the front of her shirt and some on her shorts. He struggled to his feet and winced, pain coming from where his head had hit the floor. He helped her to her feet and began his apology when she gasped and ran off. Again Michael felt the pain in his head, and reaching up to find the spot he found his head warm and wet, slightly sticky. Pulling his hand back he found blood dripping down his fingers to his palm. Zoë rushed back with a towel and pressed it to his head, attempting to staunch the flow.

“Mike are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t think that you would be down that quickly…” For a moment he was unable to reply. Michael was to busy looking at the outline of her bra through the gray t-shirt that had been soaked. Realizing that she might catch him looking he stammered a reply.

“Yeah, ow! I’m… aah! I’m fine Zoë. Really I’m okay. And you shouldn’t be apologizing this is my fault. I crashed into you.” He took her hand as she led him up the stairs to the bathroom to examine the wound. Once they were in front of the mirror she pulled the towel away and they looked, finding it was only tiny cut just beneath the hairline. He put a bandage on it as she dropped the towel into the hamper.

“Um, Zoë maybe you should change, your covered in water and your shirt is a bit see through…” She began to ask a question until she looked down and found what he said to be true. She gasped and looked at Michael, but the second her eyes landed on him she covered her mouth with a hand to stop from laughing. Looking down Mike discovered that his shorts had taken on the same see through quality, and he was still afflicted by his erection. The ice water had, however, forced his dick to begin to shrink, meaning that a half flaccid head tented his shorts just down his right leg. He looked at her and realized that she thought he had a small cock.
“Uhhh… yeah, so you could probably use one of my sister’s shirts… and I think I’ll go change as well.” He spun and walked out of the bathroom, the laughter starting as soon as he was gone. He went straight to his room and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts he used for sleeping, stripping out of his shorts and boxers. He grabbed another pair of boxers and put them on. Actually changing took him a while, as his semi erect cock was still large for the small underwear. Finally he emerged from his room to find Zoë nowhere in sight. He was about to knock on his sister’s door when he realized that the door was not fully shut. Looking into his sister’s mirror he could see Zoë, fully nude and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt.