Just a simple shower

I slept late and awoke to an empty bed. I heard someone in the shower but didn't pay any attention to it. Reaching for my phone, which I had neglected most of the previous day, I scrolled through a few messages and emails, then opened the Ultimate Dating App. I had a load of notifications, mostly congratulating me on consummating my ownership of the girlfriends I had slept with. I had two more new matches from girls I had chosen the previous week (but who apparently didn't use the app much). I also scrolled through a number of profiles and picked another twenty or so girls, wondering how many of them would match with me.

“Good morning,” chirped Olivia as she exited the bathroom. She was in a thick, fluffy bathrobe and carried a small basket with shampoos and other shower items. I greeted her in return as she headed out the door. Once she had closed it, I hopped up to use the bathroom. Someone knocked on the door and I shouted for them to wait just a minute. I washed up and exited to see Shauna waiting her turn, towel in hand.

“Go get you some pancakes,” she urged me with a bright smile, “before they're gone!”

I thanked her and headed out to the kitchen.

I wasn't the last one awake – Beatrice and Inez were sleeping off hangovers in the guest room. But most of the girls were already eating or had finished. I sat at the table and looked around the room, tuning out the conversations going on next to me. April was sitting on the recliner with a mug of hot tea. She was staring off into space with a thoughtful smile. Rachel was typing on her phone and looked over at me. She blushed and smiled brightly, then looked back at her phone. Misty and Jenna were engaged in conversation, and judging from their body language and glances my direction, I may have been the topic of discussion. Cyrstal sat in a corner, a muffin in her hand and headphones covering her ears. Eyes closed, her head swayed to the music only she could hear.

I finished up my breakfast and looked around for Sandra. Despite the fictional nature of our relationship, I still felt drawn to her as my security blanket. She was on the couch, at work on her laptop. It looked like actual work – spreadsheets and such – and so I determined not to bother her yet. She was such an efficient planner that if she had a girl lined up for me this morning, I didn't need to worry about it.

I didn't really need to get dressed, but I figured I might as well. And if the shower was available, that would probably be a good idea, too. As I entered my room, Mindy was just coming out of the bathroom. Wordlessly, she walked past me, head held high. But once she was sure I was looking, she lowered her hand to just below her belly and patted. I took it to mean, “Remember that I'm carrying your seed. Don't you dare look down on me.”

I rooted through my dresser drawers and found some clean clothes to take into the bathroom. I put them on the sink and was shutting the bathroom door when it pushed back open into me. Startled at first, Angela quickly composed herself and then shut herself in the room with me. “Hey bud, good to see you. I feel like we haven't gotten to hang out yet this weekend.”

It took me a second to reorient myself. Angela was the second girl I had fully owned through the app. We left off with her thinking we were friends with benefits. “Yeah, it's been a little crowded and busy, sorry.”

“No biggie,” she smiled, pulling her shirt off so that her long blond tresses flowed over her naked back. “Share a shower?”

“Just a shower?” I teased.

“I was just thinking a shower,” she said. This wasn't in plan for Angela this weekend. Her persona, working off the friends with benefits status, was a little hookup to relieve some of her stress, but she cums right when I do and doesn't let me pull out. I supposed we could still get things to that point, though.

As I turned on the water and warmed it up, we finished undressing. “Tell you what,” she said, reaching past me and feeling the temperature. Satisfied, she pulled back the curtain and stepped in. “If you end up needing a little help while we're in here, that's what friends are for, right?”

“Not all friends,” I reminded her as I stepped in.

“Just this friend,” she agreed, closing her eyes and letting the water soak her hair.

The shower didn't start as anything sexual. It was two people sharing the same space, each washing themselves. My shower wasn't large, so there was a lot of rubbing against each other as we washed. Angela talked about her week teaching kindergartners, which she found rewarding but very tiring. In addition to the kids wearing her out, there was the usual workplace stress and drama – poor management, bitchy coworkers, etc. I tried to be a good friend and listener, but once she was facing me, the water running down her full chest, I reacted as any straight man would. Angela was beautiful and effortlessly sexy. I was rinsing off my back, Angela glanced down and noted my erection. She playfully rolled her eyes and used a soapy hand to start rubbing my cock.

“You ever try shower sex?” she asked.

“Can't say that I have,” I replied.

“Me either. Worth a try, right?”

“OK. But... how do we do this?”

She turned away from me and put her hands on the opposite wall. “Can you get it in like this?” she asked. Angela was a bit shorter than me, so I squatted down and with some effort lined myself up. She grunted as I worked my way in. Finally, I was seated inside her and began some slow thrusts.

“Y'know, I really kind of need a good quick fuck,” she said. “I didn't realize how wound up I was. Can you go a little faster and harder? And remember to pull out!” With one hand she started rubbing herself, but then had to abandon that as her other hand slipped along the wet shower wall. As for me, I was trying to get a good rhythm, but the height difference meant I needed to crouch uncomfortably. It was Angela who finally admitted, “This isn't working.” She turned around to face me and raise a leg up, putting her foot on the soap dispenser. “How about this?” she asked. I re-entered her and tried to resume our action, but still found the position unworkable. I commented as much and Angela agreed. She reached over and turned off the water.

“Let's just use the bed,” she suggested. We grabbed our towels and dried our bodies a little bit as we made our way towards the bed. Misty was sitting on the bed, waiting for the shower. She gave us a curious look as she headed into the bathroom. “Still plenty of hot water,” Angela told her casually.

Once we heard the bathroom door lock (and ensured the bedroom door was similarly secured), Angela tossed her towel on the bed and bent over. Presenting her round white ass to me, she reached back and slightly parted her pussy lips. “Do it this way,” she instructed. With no hesitation, I lined up and pushed firmly in. We got a good rhythm going and Angela softly muttered her appreciation. I felt like I could get myself to release in a few minutes, but in the meantime it was nice watching her curves jiggle around in response to my efforts.

Angela suddenly scootched forward onto the bed, disconnecting us. “On your back,” she demanded breathlessly.

“Yes ma'am,” I teased her. Straddling my hips, she quickly reunited us. “I'm close but I just couldn't get there in that position. Tell me if you get close, OK? Can't have any accidents just 'cause we're being spontaneous.” I simply nodded, running my hands up her soft belly and onto her swaying breasts. Angela's eyes were closed and her head was raised. Her lips moved slightly and I assumed she was in the middle of some fantasy or other. “Damn, I really do need this,” she said softly. “I'm so stressed out and it's going to feel good to just cum hard. I'm close, Ron, I'm almost there.”

“OK,” I grunted. “But I'm close, too. Might need to take a quick break soon.”

“No!” she said sharply. “You gotta hang on. I'm almost there. Almost... Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!”

“Angela,” I warned her, “You gotta get up. I'm not gonna make it. You're so hot, baby. I gotta stop. Or you gotta let me pull out!”

“No no no no,” she gasped, speeding up. “Just a few seconds, baby. I'm right there... Oh shit! I'm-”

“Let me out, Angela!” I hissed, tugging her frenzied hips and feigning like I was trying to lift her off me. “I'm about to pop.”

Angela instead bent down and put her whole body on mine. Once her large bosom pressed against me, she pushed her hips as far down as they would go onto me and groaned, “Fuck, no... hang on! Shiiiiiiit!” With that she started shaking up against me, holding me as deep as she could so that her clit could rub against me. Once I felt her release begin, I started my own. Every twitch of her walls urged me to release more of my dangerous seed into her. Oblivious, Angela just exhaled, “Yeeeeeeessssss, ohhhhh Gooooooddd Yeeeeeeeeessss.” I liked how Angela giggled at the end of her orgasms. With a quick peck on the lips she lifted herself up.

“You came?” she asked.

“Couldn't stop,” I fake apologized. “And I couldn't pull out.”

“Yeah, well, it happens. I'll get a plan B or something.”

“No you won't,” I replied. “You'll forget.” I wondered if that would be a command or not.

“Whatever,” she shot back, rolling her eyes and dismounting. As she lifted up, we both watched the length of my cock exit her reddened pussy until it flopped onto my abdomen with a wet noise. “Ugh, I gotta clean up,” she observed. Using the towel next to us on the bed, she dabbed at her entrance, then picked up the robe she had left on the floor. “You should wash these sheets,” she said. “Smells a little funky.”

“Yeah,” I grunted, sitting up. “After you get dressed, why don't you change my sheets and put these in the wash.”

“You wish,” she shot back.

I tried again. “Angela, after you get dressed, come back here and change my sheets. Wash these.”

“Sure thing, Ron,” she answered. Just then, the shower stopped. Angela headed out and I found clothes to get dressed in. The ones I had originally prepared were still in the bathroom, and I wasn't ready for Misty yet. Not after Angela had just finished draining me.

I sighed and watched Angela's perfectly curved body head out the door, ready to obey my every command. A guy could really get used to this.