The Secret of Ella and Micha

her, because I can tell she’s thinking deeply about something.
    “Nothing.” She shrugs casually, but her cheeks turn a little pink. “It’s just that if I would have known all along that it felt that good, I probably wouldn’t have fought it so hard.”
    “Well, I’m glad you think I’m that good,” I tease her snatching another towel and tying it around my waist.
    She nibbles on her lip apprehensively as she crosses her arms and rests back against the wall.
    “Alright, pretty girl,” I demand. “What are you thinking about?”
    She lets her lip pop free. “It just doesn’t seem fair that I’m the one that gets to have all the fun.”
    I try not to get too excited, because let’s face it, she’s a runner. “I’m sure I’ll have plenty of fun by myself later.”
    She reaches forward hesitantly and yanks the towel off my waist.
    “That was smooth,” I say, gripping the edge of the counter, fighting to stay calm.
    Her eyes travel over my body. “I learned from the best.” She runs her fingers softly along my swollen cock, making me harder than I already am.
    “Fuck, Ella,” I say, leaning back against the door and letting go.

    Ella
    I have no idea what the hell came over me and I’m not going to over analyze it. I can finally breathe again and that’s all that matters. Letting things take their course might be exactly what we both need.
    Micha wraps a towel around his waist looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. He kisses me, sucking my bottom lip gently into his mouth, before pulling away and staring into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
    Smiling, I stare down at our wet clothes balled up in the corner. “Now what do we do?”
    He licks his lips and braces his hands on the wall, trapping my head between his arms. “We could do it again.”
    I swat his chest, pretending that he’s being silly, even though I do want to do it again. “I mean how do we get out of here? Our clothes are soaking wet and I’m not putting mine back on.”
    He shrugs and leans away. “No one’s home so keep the towel on you and run upstairs.”
    I eye over his lean chest. “Yeah, but what about you?”
    “You can go get me some clothes after you get dressed… if you want to.” His lips tug into a flirty grin.
    I start to say something, but the back door slams shut and Lila and Ethan’s voices float from the kitchen.
    “Well, there goes that plan,” Micha says with laughter in his tone.
    I tighten the towel around me and we wait for them to leave, but after a while, it’s clear they’re not going anywhere.
    “I’ll go out there,” Micha says and heads for the door.
    I pull him back by the arm. “You’re in a towel.”
    “Obviously.”
    “But they’ll see you and know something was up.”
    He cocks his head to the side, his eyes scrutinizing me. “Is that a bad thing?”
    I hug my arms around myself. “No, it’s just that… what are we going to tell them we were doing?”
    “I’m sure they’ll figure it out,” he says. “Why is this upsetting you?”
    “It’s not,” I reply, deciding to just be honest. “It’s just that… this is like the realest thing I’ve had in a long time and it scares me a bit.”
    He tucks a strand of my damp hair out of my eyes. “I know it does, but you’ll be okay— we’ll be okay.”
    I nod quickly and then move away from the wall, straightening my shoulders. “Are you coming back after you change?”
    He plants a kiss on my forehead. “Where else would I go?”
    I move out of his way and he walks out the door in his towel, like he’s not embarrassed at all. He leaves the door cracked behind him and seconds later I hear the sound of Lila’s shocked voice followed by the laughter of Ethan. A few seconds later footsteps head my way.
    “Oh Ella,” Lila says through the crack in the door. “Can I come in?”
    Holding the towel on, I open the door about half way. “Could you go get me some clothes, please? Mine are soaking wet.”
    She covers her mouth, stifling her laughter. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”
    She comes back with a pair of red shorts and a grey tank top. I get dressed and we meet Micha and Ethan out in the garage. Micha’s wearing a pair of loose fitted jeans and his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt, and he tries not to smirk when he sees me, but Ethan doesn’t hold back.
    “Have fun this morning?” he asks me and I punch him in the arm.
    “Ow,” he fakes hurt and then glances down at the engine. “Dude, you ripped