Grab a Quick Shower

Eventually you checked the time and realized you had to rush to get ready for the actual date. Gemma tossed you a second robe she had, which barely covered your ass and didn’t cover the bottom half of your dick. Seeing you in the robe made Gemma almost fall over she was laughing so hard, but she said you should just hold your junk as you went down the hall to the washroom.

“Lucy is out, and Becca and Charlotte are probably cooking dinner,” she said. “We aren’t going anywhere near the kitchen.”

“Fine,” you sighed, cupping your soft cock.

Gemma checked the hallway, and then you both darted the half dozen steps to the washroom. Once inside you both quickly stripped and Gemma revealed her tits to you for the first time. They were big and wonderful pillows that hung with a delightful natural weight. Her areolas were wide circles of a dull, soft pink with pretty gumdrop nipples.

It took you both about five minutes to actually get into the shower together because you immediately set to work trying to prove to Gemma that her breasts were the most wonderful things you had ever seen. Stepping under the water didn’t deter you, and you had a very fun time soaping Gemma up and rinsing her off as she held her blonder hair up on her head to keep it from getting wet.

Your hands travelled everywhere, and you revelled in the broad smile she had the entire time as you loved on her body. Then it was your turn, and as you blocked the shower spray with your body Gemma began the same process with you, soaping you up and feeling you all over. She gave you the same treatment she’d gotten, and soon you were hard again.

Gemma had just gone down to her knees and was teasing the tip of your cock with her tongue as you held her hair up for her when there was a banging on the bathroom door.

“What?” Gemma yelled over the noise of the shower.

“I need to pee! You’ve been in here twenty minutes,” someone shouted back.

Gemma stood up and made sure the shower curtain was fully blocking you both and shouted. “Come in.”

You heard the door open. “Sorry, I just really have to go,” Becca said. There was movement and you heard the toilet seat rattle. After a moment of standing under the shower with Gemma, both of you trying not to laugh at the situation, Becca spoke up again. “So… is that a one occupancy shower, or two?”

“Uh, two,” Gemma said.

“Nice,” Becca said. “Just remember the pipes aren’t designed for jizz, and all the hair you bitches shed clogs up the drain so one of us will end up needing to clean it out.”

“Well that wasn’t what I needed to hear,” you joked.

“Hey, it would be your jizz,” Becca laughed.

The toilet paper roll rattled a couple of times, and then the toilet flushed and Becca washed her hands. “Sorry for the interruption!”

“Hey, Becca, what’s the time?” Gemma asked her roommate.

“Um, like five to eight?” she said.

“Shit, we need to hurry. Hey Becca?”

“What’s up?” Becca asked.

Gemma slid the shower curtain aside, revealing the both of you naked and glistening with water, to Becca. Her pretty but boyish roommate was in the doorway, looking back, and her face lit up with laughter as Gemma flashed the both of us to her. Almost as soon as she’d done it, Gemma slid the shower curtain closed again, giggling.

“Damn, girl!” Becca called. “And nice dick, John!” Then she shut the door, leaving.

“Oh my God,” you laughed. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t either,” Gemma kept giggling. “I don’t know what came over me.”

You kissed her, and then she quickly finished getting you rinsed off. Once you were out of the shower, it was another mad dash to her room - being hard actually made it easier to hide your dick behind the too-short robe, but no one was waiting to catch you.

Gemma did a light touch-up of her makeup and fixed her hair while you dressed, and you helped her with the catch on her bra and zipped up the dress. It clung to her wonderfully, the square collar cut not showing any cleavage but the cut accenting her bust wonderfully.

“Last touch,” you said, picking up the flower you had brought and weaving it into her hair over her ear. She smiled widely again at this and you couldn’t help but kiss her. “God, you look so good I want to take it off of you and start all over again.”

“Charmer,” Becca shook her head with a smirk.

You took a selfie of the two of you to send to Sabrina, who replied that you looked great and asked if Gemma was wearing underwear. She was, but another pic of Gemma’s thong was enough to get Sabrina off her back as she declared it ‘sexy enough.’

Gemma grabbed a black clutch with her ID and wallet, and you started to head out but were stopped in the living area by Becca and Charlotte. Both of the women were standing with their arms folded and judgemental stares. Then they made a big production of pretending to be disapproving parents, with Charlotte asking questions about your intentions, while Becca paced around you as if inspecting your outfits for appropriateness.

“Alright, I guess you can go,” Charlotte finally passed her judgement, then broke into a grin. “Maybe next time we double date? Becca hasn’t taken me out in months.”

“Bitch, it’s been three weeks,” Becca laughed. “And we’re not even dating!”

“She keeps saying that, and yet we keep waking up in bed next to each other in the morning,” Charlotte said with a shake of her head. “It’s scandalous, really.”

Outside the apartment and waiting for the elevator, Gemma explained it to you because you were feeling lost as hell. “They’re fuckbuddies who are roommates,” she said. “Becca goes out on dates once a week, but Charlotte isn’t really looking. She’s happy with the way things are between them.”

“Sounds like a recipe for trouble,” you said.

“Maybe, but it seems to be working for them,” Gemma shrugged. “As long as it doesn’t collapse while I’m here, I’m just happy they are happy.”

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