Head upstairs

You found Ava midway through pulling her clothes back on.

"Thought you wanted to hop in the shower?"

She froze midway through getting her shirt on. Backwards, no less.

"Ah, hehehe, yeah," she turned around to face you, "wait, didn't you get me some milk?"

Now it was your turn to freeze.

"Uh, that's my mum."

"Yeah, so? She sells it all the time. I thought a perk of dating you would be getting it straight from the source."

"H-hold up, we're dating?"

Ava's face split into a big grin, and she slid up closer to you. You could still smell sweat and perfume , thick in your nostrils.

"Well… you're cute. I've got it on good authority that you're very nice, and you even manage to talk about video games without being a dick. I'd say you're the whole package stringbean," she said, running her hands up your still naked chest, eliciting a shiver out of you.

"You have low standards."

"Everything's low to you," she said, giggling, "you hit your head on clouds."

You chuckled, reaching your hands around to pull her into you. You two shared a passionate kiss, allowing her warmth to feed into you and yours into her. When you split, a string of saliva connected your lips.

"My mum's cool with you staying for dinner, by the way."

Ava laughed again, and gave you a playful shove. Then her expression changed to one of slight worry.

"Wait, she's not mad at me?"

"Nah. She's cool."

"In more ways than one eh?" She said, punching your arm. She began to undress again.

"You have no idea," you mumbled, thinking back to the whirlwind in the kitchen. Ava's bra hitting the floor pulled you back to reality, "another round so soon?"

"Hahahaha! Maybe later stringbean," she said, pulling her pants down, "if I'm staying for dinner, I should freshen up. You and I both, actually."

Lifting up an arm and taking a sniff, you nodded in agreement. Shedding the last of her clothes, Ava danced out into the hallway and into the bathroom. You followed her into the hall. With an ear out, you could still hear the faint whirring of that milk pump, along with your mum’s unfettered moans and coos.

Moving from the purple carpet of the hallway to the sky blue tile of the bathroom, you found your lover with her back turned. From here, you had a wonderful view of her wiggling ass as she fiddled with the knobs of the shower. You would’ve said something about the way the left knob gets stuck, and how she needs to turn it backwards, then forwards. However, you were far too engrossed in the sight before you.

Ava was a martial arts fiend, as his friend had put it. This shone through in countless ways, from her tight, muscular back, to her toned (yet still grabbable) thighs, to her juicy ass. So round and perky that she could be on Instagram selling leggings if she so desired. Picking your jaw up off the floor, you were still in silent gratitude to whatever god helped get her up to your room and into your arms.

She, meanwhile, had figured out the shower a few seconds ago. However, from the heavy breathing behind her, she knew that someone was enjoying the show. She hoped he’d take the bait. If she had to fidget with this rusty water feature much longer, she was sure she’d get tetanus.

She was not waiting long. You leaned forward, grabbing a cheek in one hand. She jumped at the touch. The feeling of your long fingers sinking into her ass caused her to melt backwards a little. She turned her head and said, in a voice just barely distinct from a moan:

"Know how to turn it on?"

You couldn't help but smile. Your hand left her supple butt and you leaned up behind her. Your chest pressed against her coarse hair, tickling your sternum. Your cock sandwiched itself into the very top of her butt, your balls resting against the cheeks. Your hand snaked its way down her arm, finding the tap and entwining your fingers with hers. With a gentle push one way, a push the other, and your other hand creeping around her side, the shower roared to life.

Water poured onto the tiles as she turned her head. Her free hand found yours, pulling it up. Her mouth was there to meet it. Her tongue played around the digit, her lips wrapping over the nail, and pushing down. Down. Down towards your knuckle.

She reached the base, two of your fingers consumed by the walls of her mouth. Her cheeks narrowed, and you felt the suction wrap your fingers. With the lightest grazing, her teeth slid across the underside, bumping each digit as they shifted. Not to be outdone, her tongue pushed out, between the teeth and fingers, to go even further. As your finger probed the beginning of her throat, her tongue lavished the top of your palm. Her saliva was warm, mixing with the shower steam.

Had you not removed your fingers, you might’ve cum all over her lower back. She mewled in response to your exit. Tilting her head back into your chest, her eyes fluttered open. Looking at you. Towering over her. Your cock flexed, pressing into her tailbone as if it were looking to make a new home.

A moment of stillness. The water roared down from the faucet. The steam filled the room. Ava smiled at you.

"Well. Hey there."

"Hey," you reply. Your voice shook a little, as another spasm of pleasure rippled into your cock.

"Shall we get in?"