Bonding in the Bathtub

“Jay? Where are you?” You hear Brooke call out to you from the bedroom.

“I’m in the bathtub!” You shout back, before going back to your previous position on the bathtub. You rest your head on a towel you placed behind you, arms spread to your sides and resting on the edges of the hexagonal bathtub, with your feet up on the opposite edge, and bubbles covering the surface of the entire bath.

Brooke passed out after she came earlier. It’s not the first time you’ve made someone pass out from cumming, as it happened to Stella just last night. Still, back-to-back nights where you bring someone to complete exhaustion just from making them orgasm?

‘I’m getting good at this.’ You mentally pat yourself on the back, before mentally slapping yourself right after.

It’s not you, genius. It’s magic.

You theorize the magic of ‘Magic Touch’ is either getting stronger; or its prerequisite traits are. You think that since whatever you did to Brooke just earlier was so natural to you despite not having done it before. The app did say that the effects of the traits grow stronger over time. In any case, you’d rather keep your ego in check than believe that getting that reaction from you is completely your doing.

“Wow. I didn’t know I was dating Tony Montana.” Brooke comments, upon seeing your pose in the bathtub. You take a pause to take in Brooke’s beauty, as she’s still completely naked, before replying.

“Would you like to say hello to my little friend?” You playfully ask, getting Brooke to chuckle.

“How long have you had that in the chamber?” Brooke jokingly asks back.

“Oh~, as soon as I saw this bathtub.” You admit, getting Brooke to laugh at your honesty.

“Is that why you left the door open?” Brooke asks, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.

“Well, yeah. I was hoping you could join me.” You explain.

“Join you in what exactly?” Brooke asks with a naughty tone, caressing the valley between her breasts with the side of her one hand, while the other covers her crotch.

“Just a relaxing bubble bath. There’s enough space for both of us in this tub.” You answer.

“I thought you were going to invite me to recreate the bathtub scene in Scarface.” Brooke jokes.

“I’m pretty sure that bathtub scene wasn’t a sex scene.” You tell her. You should know, you’ve seen that movie a million times because it’s your Dad’s favorite movie.

“So much for ‘just a relaxing bubble bath’.” Brooke smugly points out, having caught your real intentions.

“I meant to say, ‘just a relaxing bubble bath’ to start. Then maybe we could see what happens, eh?” You correct yourself, doing a Tony Montana impression with your latter sentence.

“Wait, that’s your Tony Montana?” Brooke teasingly asks.

“What? I thought I did pretty good.” You say defensively, still with a smile on your face.

“Y’know what-cher problem is, pussy cat?” Brooke suddenly replies, doing the same Tony Montana impression you were just doing, only better.

“We can’t both be Scarface, Brooke.” You point out with an amused smile, enjoying her impression. Brooke rolls her eyes, and says ‘Fine.’ to concede.

“Then what’s my problem, Tony?” Brooke switches to doing Michelle Pfeiffer’s line.

“You got nuthin’ to do with yerrr-layf.” You reply, trying to do a better impression; but Brooke just gives you a cringing smile of pity for your attempt. “Why don-chu get a job or sumthin’, y’know? Do sumthing. Be a nurse. Work with blang-kiss. Lepurrs. That kinda thing.” You continue, undeterred by her teasing look.

“Wait. Stop.” Brooke interrupts while bending over laughing. “Did you just say work with ‘blankets’?” Brooke asks in between laughs. Instead of explaining what you actually said, you continue your bit.

“Anything beats lying around all day, waiting for me to fuck you, I-tell-you-that.” You continue.

“Don’t toot your horn, honey. You’re not that good.” Brooke quips Elvira’s line.

“Is that a challenge… pussycat?” You ask her playfully.

“That’s not the line, Jay.” Brooke points out.

“I’m improvising.” You say playfully out of character. “How ‘bout chu enter this tub and see wha-happens, heh?” You challenge her, going back to doing your Tony Montana impression.

“How ‘bout chu stop pretending to be the bad guy, meng? You’re no good at being bad, chico.” Brooke replies, her impression a bit off this time.

“Is that still Scarface?” You ask her teasingly.

“Razor Ramon, actually.” Brooke clarifies.

“You’re adorable.” You can’t help but say in reaction, and Brooke rolls her eyes in reaction.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m a wrestling nerd. I admit it.” Brooke says defensively.

“Hey~, I didn’t mean it as a tease. I honestly think you’re adorable with your fandom.” You tell her in all honesty.

“Alright, smooth talker. Make room.” Brooke tells you, and you immediately adjust your position on the tub so she can step through and join you.

You were assuming that Brooke would sit opposite you. Instead, Brooke sits right next to you on the tub. She leans her back on your chest, with her hips touching yours under the water. You wrap your right arm around her collar for a hug, and Brooke melts into your arms as you do.

“You know, you’re not one to talk about being adorable. You really have that scene from Scarface memorized?” Brooke teases you.

“Oh, I can quote that entire movie if you want.” You assure her.

“Yeah right.” Brooke responds sarcastically. “Tell that to the ‘blankets’ you want me to work with.” Brooke teases you.

“I did not say blankets! I know he said ‘blind kids’! I was just doing his accent!” You say defensively, and Brooke immediately laughs at your reaction.

“I’m kidding!” Brooke admits to teasing you. “Is it your favorite movie? Is that why you know it by heart?” Brooke asks.

“No. Not my personal favorite. It is my dad’s, though. It was the only VHS we had that wasn’t an animated movie. So growing up, I kept watching it over and over in secret when I got sick of watching Disney princesses with… yeah.” You explain to Brooke, unable to finish your memory as it involved Lainey.

“Besides, I’m not that unique if you know the scene by heart too. What about you? Was it your favorite?” You ask, so that Brooke doesn’t notice your pause from remembering Lainey.

“Nah. Not mine either. It was an ex that got me to watch it enough times to remember certain scenes.” Brooke explains.

“So what is your favorite movie?” You ask.

“Oof. Hard question. Pass.” Brooke replies.

“First one of your favorites that comes to mind then.” You compromise.

“Princess Bride.” Brooke immediately answers, so you know it’s legitimately the first one that came to mind.

“Inconceivable.” You jokingly reference, getting Brooke to chuckle.

“What about you? What’s your favorite? Is it that movie you mentioned the other day? The one that gets you to cry?” Brooke asks.

“Iron Giant? It’s up there, but I can’t say it’s my favorite.” You tell her.

“So what is your favorite?” She asks again.

“Back to the Future.” You answer.

“Why am I not surprised that the guy that made a living writing about timey-wimey stuff loves Back to the Future.” Brooke teasingly comments.

“Hey now, I didn’t tease you about picking a movie that had a wrestler in it, did I?” You counterpoint.

“That’s not even a part of why I consider it one of my favorites!” Brooke says defensively.

“Well, the time travel in Back to the Future isn’t why I… Okay, maybe it is; but it’s not entirely the reason why. Otherwise, the Time Machine would be one of my favorites too, and it’s not even close.” You explain.

“So what you’re saying is, it’s the **** that sets it apart.” Brooke jokes, and you poke her sides for that one. Brooke flinches while laughing, so you continue to tickle her. You admit that you set yourself up for that joke, and you don’t have a witty comeback to beat her with, so you resort to a physical response.

You and Brooke spend a lot of time in the tub just learning about each other’s trivial interests. From favorite books, music, television series, cartoons, food, and anything else the two of you could think of. Before the two of you even realize it, you’ve probably spent over an hour or two inside the tub just talking about these things. It’s only when Brooke sees how pruney her hands are that she suggests getting out of the bathtub.

After you both get out of the bathtub, you give her the towel you were resting your head on, before getting another one for yourself. The two of you dry yourselves off, and you put on one of the silk bathrobes that’s provided in the suite once you’re finished.

“So from Tony Montana, you’re going to roleplay as Hugh Hefner now?” Brooke teases you.

“Why is it that when I wear a bathrobe, I keep getting compared to Hugh Hefner?” You ask her.

“It’s the easiest comparison to make. The bathrobe, having multiple girlfriends—” Brooke starts to list the connections, before you interrupt her with one of your own.

“A hot blonde as my girlfriend?” You suggest.

Brooke walks towards you sultrily, before placing her hands behind your neck and resting her forehead on yours.

“Yeah.” She tells you sweetly. “That too.” Brooke adds, giving you a sweet kiss afterwards.

The sweet kiss turns into a full on make out session once Brooke pulls you in closer with her hands, before she introduces her tongue into your kiss. Brooke then leaps on top of you, forcing you to carry her with your hands on her butt. You take a deep inhale as you muster the willpower to not continue to the next logical step of this scenario. You do give her buttcheeks a squeeze with each hand before you break away from your kiss though. You are still a dude after all.

“Hey.” You say after breaking away from her.

“I did some exploring of this suite and I want to show you something.”