A soft ending to the night

“Ummmmmuuhh,” Tasha hummed from her chest, the sound echoing in the shower and mingling with the falling water as she leaned into you. You had to grin as you swapped from slowly washing her to just holding her.

Baked on how the apartment looked, the sex was wild and maybe even a little freaky. There were clothes and shoes scattered from the living room to the bedroom, the bed only had the bottom sheet on it, and there were three different sex toys scattered across it. In reality, the entire sexual encounter had been slow, passionate and loving. The focus had been Tasha, and you and the girls had touched, kissed and licked every possible erogenous zone on her body. You’d fucked her twice, both times slow and smooth. Once on her back as you either made out or she had both her tits sucked and kissed by the girls. The other time was on her stomach in a pronebone while she tasted Gemma and Sabrina worked a vibrator between her legs and watched.

You hadn’t just fucked Tasha. You’d had some time with both Gemma and Sabrina as well but had maintained the same tone throughout. Tasha had made out with Sabrina while she rode you, and Gemma had spooned up behind Tasha while you entered your girlfriend from behind.

It had been some really great, heartwarming sex. Then, when everyone was totally mellow and the orgasms had faded, Sabrina ordered you into the shower to ‘do your thing.’ The fact that taking a shower and washing your partners was ‘your thing’ was kind of funny, but after the way Becks had reacted to it you figured maybe the girls had a point.

So now you were cradling Tasha in your arms, holding her under the hot water as her tits pressed into your sternum and you kissed the top of her wet head. Your hand slid up and down her slick back, just feeling her skin.

“How are you feeling?” you asked her quietly.

“Like I can barely stand,” Tasha chuckled. She looked up at you. “I figured you had to be decent at sex, keeping those two happy at the same time, but God damn you guys can fuck.”

“So can you,” you said with a little smile and leaned down to kiss her tenderly. “God, you’re cute.”

She grinned a bit at the and pursed her lips again, asking for another kiss. You gave it to her, letting it linger as you brought your hand down from her shoulder to her breasts, teasing her nipples a little by just rubbing your thumb over them. She moaned softly against your lips.

“Remember that joke I made when you and Gemma and Sabrina came to the club together the last time?” Tasha asked.

“Which one?” you raised an eyebrow.

“The one about this guy,” she took your semi-hard cock in one hand and gently started to stroke you. “Being a ‘universal cock.’”

You snickered softly and nodded. “I remember. You got the entire club to cheer for my dick.”

“Yeah, well, I was right,” Tasha said. “It’s pretty goddamn perfect. Long enough to get deep without being too long, thick enough to stretch me nicely without actually hurting. I feel like Goldilocks.”

“Well, you’re pretty perfect too,” you said. “Your breasts are so damn nice, Tash. Perfectly sized for you, with that delicious jiggle when you laugh, or when you work your hips back at me. And these cute nipples that deserve to be loved on.” You slid your hand lower from her tits, down her stomach to her fuzzy pubic mound. “And your pussy is a delicious, tight little peach. You felt so fucking good, even through a condom. I know Sabrina has her whole ‘Steps’ thing going on, but just so you know I really do hope you will come back on Saturday.”

“I will,” she said, then laughed and her tits jiggled just the way you’d said they did. “God, I will. Fuck.” She was still stroking you, and you didn’t stop playing with her pussy, and soon you fell into making out under the water as she gave you a handjob and you fingered her. She came first, groaning into your lips. You still found it strange, after fucking her, how fast her orgasms washed through her and then were gone. It almost felt like she was missing out or something. Then she continued stroking you, a little faster, and took a moment to squirt some body wash onto your cock to make it even more slick. She went back to kissing you as she did it, and you ended up grunting through your orgasm as she softly bit your bottom lip and you came all over her stomach.

Then you washed her properly, including her hair, which she legitimately almost fell over during because her legs got weak. That led to more laughter and holding her up with your hands on her ass as you kissed some more before rinsing her off.

Back out of the shower you took your time drying her, and she did the same for you, and you both stepped out of the bathroom to find the apartment had been cleaned up, the bed remade, and the sex toys put away. Sabrina and Gemma were dressed in a couple of your shirts and that was all, and they presented Tasha with one as well before urging you into the bed and tucking you in. They headed into the washroom together, leaving you and Tasha to snuggle.

“How are you feeling now?” you asked quietly as you spooned up behind her. You hadn’t been provided with a shirt, so you were naked under the covers and could feel your cock pressed to one of her ass cheeks.

“Warm and fuzzy,” Tasha said, then took a deep breath and let it out. “Which is a lot different from how I felt after the gangbang. Maybe it’s bad form to talk about that with a guy I just had… whatever this experience was, but-”

“Shh,” you shushed her, squeezing her a little more tightly in a hug. “Tonight is all about you, and if you think talking about it will help, you can tell me anything and it’ll go into the vault. OK?”

Tasha nodded, pressed her back against you a little firmer as if to assure herself that you were there, and then broke into a sob as she pressed her face down against the pillow. You held her as she cried, and then let go only to grab a tissue from the bedside table so she could wipe her nose and eyes. Then she started talking and told you how the gangbang had been. How she’d felt empowered and sexual, thinking that her guy wanted to see her that way. Thinking she was doing something for him. And how the sex hadn’t been good, just overwhelming. And how after that feeling of empowerment had disappeared quickly, and how feeling sexy turned to feeling dirty. And how she’d felt dirty ever since, and it had only gotten worse when Mosche had acted so weirdly and then started ghosting her.

“I finally feel clean,” she said quietly. “Thank you, John.”

You exhaled a deep breath and squeezed her tightly again. “You’re welcome, Tash,” you said. “We’re here for you.”

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