After his shower, Eric brushed his teeth, ran his brush over his buzzed hair, and then toweled off. He wrapped the white bath towel low around his waist, grabbed his toiletry bag, and gathered his clothes before opening the bathroom door.
Remembering he forgot his toothbrush on the edge of the sink, he went back to grab it. His hands were full, and he felt the knot in his towel slowly loosen. Eric managed to grab the toothbrush with one finger without losing his towel or any of what was in his arms.
When he turned around to exit the bathroom, a beautiful woman wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and white ankle socks was standing in the doorway.
Startled, Eric dropped the toiletry bag. As he tried to catch it before it hit the floor, he dropped his clothes, then the toothbrush, then the towel, leaving him completely naked.
Eric’s eyes ballooned. He heard the woman gasp as he quickly bent down, snatched up the wet towel, and struggled to wrap it back around his waist.
When he looked back up, the woman was gone.
Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or Cobi wasn’t as gay as he said he was.
Eric stepped out, only to see the woman leaning up against the wall, blushing, just outside the bathroom.
“I’m really sorry about that, Cobi,” the woman said. “I didn’t know you were in there.”
“I’m not Cobi.”
The woman smiled oddly, as if waiting for the punch line of the joke. When it didn’t come, she said, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m not Cobi. I’m his twin brother, Eric,” he said, trying to keep his focus on her eyes. He could see the roundness of her ample breasts, the shadow of her nipples, and her legs, which were smooth and shiny. The last thing he needed was to pop a rod wearing nothing but a bath towel in front of this woman.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman said. “I didn’t know he had a twin. Cobi didn’t tell me.”
“Well, he does,” Eric said, definitely feeling himself coming to life down there. “I’m gonna go to my room now. Good night, okay?” Eric said. He wanted more information, wanted to speak to the woman more, but he didn’t want to be accused of trying to come on to his brother’s girlfriend, or piece of ass for the night, or whatever she was.
“Okay,” the woman said. “Well, my name is Austen. Yours?”
“I already told you. Eric. My name is Eric,” he said, smiling.
“Well, it’s good to meet you, Eric,” Austen said, holding out her hand to shake.
Eric looked down at it. If he tried to shake it, there would be a replay of what just happened in the bathroom. He smiled bashfully. “Uh, don’t think I can do that without flashing you again.”
“And who says that would be a bad thing?” Austen said, smiling slyly. “Good night, Eric.”