"Fuck, man!" I scooped a glob of bleach into the palm of rubber glove I had on and slapped on his scalp. I've done a couple things here and there to my hair, so I know a thing or two about hair. I massaged the glob of bleach evenly over his scalp being careful not to get any on his forehead.

"Your so dramatic for what?" I sighed covering his bleached soaked hair with a grocery bag.

"No, I'm not. I'm telling you man this shit is like searing into fucking scalp." He reached his hand to his head to itch it but I lowered it back to his lap.

"No touching! Beauty is pain, and you chose this." I looked up into to the bathroom mirror to see Marshall's glistening blue eyes on mine. Except my grey eyes didn't compared to his ocean eyes. We kept our gaze on each other without saying anything just, what felt like, silently exchanging thoughts. "Ok, let it sit for awhile." I said finally breaking the silence and adjusting the bag on his head.

"If you burn my scalp off then your getting a buzz too." 

"You know what? Anythings better than this bird nest." I dangled a strand of my hair up and down in front of him. He shook his a head in disapproval instantly. Of course, he wouldn't admit it at least not to my face.

"You just need someone to show you how beautiful you are." My face was flustered and I stared down at my hands nervously. I wasn't to sure what he meant by 'showing me how beautiful I was'. I certainly hoped he meant what I thought he did and it was certainly what I wanted. 

"Why not you?" The words escaped my mouth before I could think them through. He smirked and pointed to the bag on his head. I took the bag off his head and tossed it on the floor. "There. Now just rinse it off in the shower." I twisted the shower knob till it pointed towards the ceiling. "Ok, it's rea-" He stood before me completely stripped of clothing. My eyes dropped immediately but I forcibly brought them back up to his face before he could notice. Marshall wasn't usually the bold type. I kind of brought him out of his shell a little bit since we met, but this was way out of his shell. He walked past and slipped behind the shower curtain. I could see the the silhouette of his his strong set body. Water pouring down every crevice. He started scrubbing bleach out of his hair watching as all of it washed down the drain. I didn't know whether to stay here watching his shadow or leave him to finish off his shower. 

After a couple minutes had passed I decided to leave him to his shower. As much as I wanted to listen to his clear signs and hop in the shower with him I wasn't if they even were signs. 

"Are you coming Neveah?" His voice stopped me dead in my tracks. I hesitated at the door and then swiveled around towards his voice. His shadow was facing me...waiting for me. Without a word I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Taking my time going steadily with each piece of clothing knowing he was watching me. When I was completely stripped of my clothes I pulled the shower curtain back little by little. My eyes scoured over his beautiful features. His eyes caught mine and he smirked. I stepped and watched as he ran his hands through his hair aggressively. My fingertips grazed his lower back and I pulled myself closer to his warmth. He lifted my chin in response slowly kissing lips forcing them apart with his tongue.

His hands left my chin and trailed down to my ass. As my body neared the shower wall I knew exactly how the next five minutes would play out. It brought butterflies to my stomach and fear to my face. Fear of screwing this up. His fingers left my ass. They traced down to my entrance. I threw my arms around his neck for support holding my posture still as his bony finger slipped inside me. A low moan escaped my throat and he picked up his speed.

"Marshall keep going I'm almost there." I whispered in his ear and his fingers quickened. My fingernails dug deeper into the back of his shoulders. "Fuck!" I yelped and he pulled his fingers from me. Marshall was always the quieter type minus the nerdy. Grades weren't his greatest and socializing wasn't either. So, all I could wonder about in this moment was where the hell did he learn this from.  

"I'm not done. I still gotta couple other things to make you feel good." He might as well have read my mind. His hips lifted placing his hard phallus between my legs. 

"Go slow." I whispered cautiously. Without any further hesitation he thrusted into me carefully per my request. He checked my expression for any signs of pain as he moved in me. I winced harshly at the sudden movement, but quickly exchanged it for pure pleasure. Long groans erupted from his throat as he entered and exited my soft flesh. My entire vagina pulsed grimly against his hard cock. Grinding carefully and as steady as possible against him. I ignored the pain as much as possible it was a small price to pay for this amount of pleasure. And finally I felt the warm sensation fill my body and gasped tiredly against his chest.

"So, how'd I do?" He asked me breathlessly. It was unlike anything I've ever felt before. A satisfaction so great it fed my hungry cravings more than enough.

"I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world." He smiled and mended his lips with mine once again. 

"Then it worked." He muttered pulling away from our kiss. He shut off the water and stepped out the shower coming back in with two towels in his hands. My mind floated back to earth. How was I suppose to just continue with my life? Go back to my regular routines knowing I had just lost my virginity with my best friend. Marshall gave my naked body one last glance before wrapping me tightly in a dry towel. I plopped down on the toilet seat as Marshall dried himself frantically in front of the mirror. I wanted desperately to relive our shower together over and over. I would be grateful for just a couple minutes more. "Did fuck up?" I looked and Marshall was questioning the disappointed look on my face.

"N-no you just...surprised me honestly." We spent a lot of time together and I never suspected him going off and having a one night stand. Not that was any of my business really I guess it was just shocking to me.  

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I didn't know you've fucked anyone." He laughed at the surprise in my voice.

"I guess I didn't really thin you would want the 411 on my sex life ." I cringed and shook my head in agreement.

"Good. Cause' I don't hear any of your sex stories...unless I'm in it." His face lit up and a wide grin spread across his face.

"Well, then I guess were just going to have to make more sex stories." 

"I guess so." 

"Come on. Get dressed. Let's go somewhere."Marshall helped me off the toilet seat and opened the bathroom door. I hurried to my room closing the door behind trying to process the last 30 minutes. I sat on my bed naked waiting for my reasonable thoughts to return. After, I collected myself I got dressed. Drenching myself in my favorite perfume before opening bedroom door again. I didn't want to smell like hot sweaty sex. Though, the boiling hot water we were drenched in probably help to rinse away most of the scent.

Marshall was waiting for me on the couch with a pair of large jorts and a oversized white t-shirt. The two pieces of clothing that made up a majority of his wardrobe. 

"So where are we going?" I joined him on the couch. 

"Anywhere ." He hopped up off the couch and to the front door.