Co-op shower gameplay!

Lynn opened the door for Terri and closed it again as soon as her friend had followed her inside. "So, uh," she said, glancing all around the shower stall.

"How long were... never mind," Lynn said. Terri was perfectly happy with Lynn not pursuing that particular line of questioning. "I mean, can you help me wash my hair?" Lynn said, turning so that her back was facing Terri, her long chestnut-brown hair cascading down her back. That, of course, gave the faux-Cockney woman a much closer look at Lynn's bottom than she had ever had before. It was round, perfect, and somehow even perkier outside D. Va's bodysuit than in. Terri hated to admit it but she thought it actually gave Terri's skinnier, flatter athlete's bum a run for its money. Somehow she didn't mind.

"I'd love to, love!" Terri said. "Could you pass me the shampoo?"

"Sure," Lynn says. When she reached up to grab the bottle by the head of the shower, Terri got another brief flash of her sideboob, and it nearly made her faint then and there. She only managed to keep some semblance of composure with the knowledge that Lynn was expecting her to take the little travel-sized bottle out of her hand. "Thanks for helping out, by the way!"

"My pleasure," Terri muttered, still doing her accent. She had shaken a glob of the shampoo out into her hand, and by now had moved on to coating Lynn's lovely locks with the stuff. It was a bit of a half-assed job, seeing as most of her attention was really taken up by Lynn's incredible butt. It jiggled every time her friend moved, and Terri found herself drawn to the twin dimples just above her adorable cheeks. Even from just behind, Lynn had one of the most beautiful bodies that Terri had seen in her entire life.

"I still can't believe we won best group costumes," she said, trying to fill the air with some sound other than rushing water.

"I know, right!?" Lynn said. Her enthusiasm was unmistakable, and suddenly her body language had changed radically. Whatever tension that had been between them when she had realized that Terri was in the bathroom with her was completely gone now. "We really stuck it to that damn Saki-chan. Those "DD's" couldn't even come up with a theme!" She chortled a little bit, and looked back at Terri. Looking into Lynn's brown eyes, Terri realized a lot of things about herself.

"Your hair is looking pretty spick-and-span, love," Terri almost stuttered. She managed to regain control thanks to that infectious Tracer enthusiasm, though. "Why don't you turn around so you can rinse it out a bit?"

"Okay!" Lynn beamed, and turned right around.

Terri nearly fell over. Oh, bugger me in the ass.

Terri finally had her first proper look at Lynn's naked body: there was nothing between Terri and Lynn's perfect hips, her latte-brown nipples, and even the smooth spot above Lynn's femininity itself. Terri had to stop herself from staring at that, as much as she wanted to. She was worried that it was obvious enough how turned on she was already.

"Do you want me to do you?" Lynn asked.

Terri stood up straight. "W-what?"

"Should I wash your hair? It looks pretty good as-is."