Let Jake go so you can get that shower.

Jake probably feels weird about leaving so soon, so you try to ease his mind. You still want to take a shower, so you're okay with him leaving. "You can go." You respond

Jake turns and walks off towards the door, albeit rather slowly, like he's hesitating for some reason. You stand up and follow a bit behind him, heading for the bathroom. When he reaches the door, he pauses with his hand on the knob. You wait a few steps behind him, just past the entryway.

You hear him sharply exhale, then quickly turn around and approach you. Jake doesn't say a word, he just takes your head in your hands, leans down, and kisses you. You're too startled to return the kiss, but you enjoy every second of it, it feels like electricity on your lips. By the time you realize he's broken it off, he's gone, leaving you wanting more. Did he know that this would make you want him? Or did he just want to kiss you? You don't know, but you'll have to leave it at that. For now, anyway.

You're finally able to take a shower. Your panties and jeans were still completely soaked, but you did your best to rinse them out so you might be able to salvage them when you get the chance to do laundry. Your shower was largely uneventful. You managed to figure out how to shave your legs on your own, though you did end up with a couple of nicks. You were much more careful shaving around your lips, that's the last place you wanted to cut yourself right now. After getting under your arms, you were fully free of hair from the neck down. The look suits you, you think, since you seem to be going for the cute schoolgirl look. Either way, it'll grow back. Washing yourself was another matter. You spent far too long on your breasts, but even longer on your pussy. You had to stop every few seconds because you thought you might give yourself an orgasm, and you didn't want to start another frenzy. It felt so much better directly stimulating yourself instead of trying through your pants. It took a while, but eventually you were happy with how clean you are.

You turn off the shower and grab your towel to dry off. Once dry, you take a look at the clothes you left yourself to change into. There's a black t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and that's it. Not much of a reason to wear any underwear right now. You slip them on without much ceremony. Since it's a private bathroom, you leave everything else and head back into the dorm.

You're a little surprised to see Emily lying on her bed; you didn't hear her come in over the shower. She's lying on her stomach with her legs in the air, watching the screen of her laptop while softly humming along with whatever she's listening to through her ear buds. She pops them out and looks at you when she notices your presence. "So? How did you like my brother?"

Huh? Her brother?