[ WP ] Write an erotic story without mentioning any body parts .

We were roommates. Were. 
 
 I remember being so excited when he'd agreed to move in. He knew I had a crush on him. I knew he did n't have a crush on me. We were ok with it. We had an unspoken understanding. We were friends. Were. 
 
 Something happens in close quarters, when you share meals every day, pass on the way to shower, fall asleep watching whatever. Laughing, creating memories. 
 
 Feelings I thought I would be able to control got away from me. I was helpless. I was intoxicated. His utterly beautiful, sweet sweet smile. I was helpless. The way he smelled. I breathed him in and I was filled with a longing so profound I felt I would die. 
 
 One time, I was standing at the sink, washing dishes. He came into the kitchen for something, some fruit. He stood next to me, dipped the fruit into the stream of the faucet. He stood so close. I could feel his heat. I wanted desperately for him to touch me. I wanted him to sense me with his body the way I sensed him with mine. I knew that if he would only look at me, see me, really see me, he would know how good we could be. 
 
 Such simmering passion is impossible to fully disguise. Like a child who thinks they've gotten away with stealing cookies from the jar, I thought my stolen glances had gone unnoticed. I began to question this when his habits changed in ways that threatened to take me over the edge. 
 
 I'll never forget the morning I rounded the corner and entered the open bathroom to find him fully nude, shaving. He'd always closed the door. This was new. I was shaken. He was not. He merely smiled briefly and turned back to the task at hand. As I backed out of the bathroom I allowed my eyes a fleeting tour. Breathtaking. I was on fire. 
 
 I rushed to my room, closed my door and had my way with myself, stifling moans of ecstasy with my pillow. With every caress and every gyration I imagined that glorious form penetrating me, controlling me, thrusting me on to complete satisfaction. I lay spent, waiting for the sound of keys locking the front door, my signal that he'd gone off into the world and that it was safe now for me to do the same. I would need some time before I could face him again. Time to steel myself for whatever encounter would come next.
