Fuck it, We Ball.

As you enter the shower, you're left with the strange feeling that you aren't as out of the game as you expected. You hit a roadblock, but as long as you don't push quite as hard as last time, you should still be able to have Jennifer before Marcus gets home. Or, at least by tomorrow morning.

You decide to keep your special suggestion going for now, but you'll see how things go.

"So hot. I can remember like I'm still there." A useful tool, but the real prize is how it will work with your other achievement. A free boost on two very strong suggestions if it works as expected. Even with your throbbing erection at the thought of it, you decide to hold off. After all, Jennifer should be the one to take care of it. You quickly finish up and dry yourself off. You put your shirt and underpants on, eager to get started.

You walked out of the room to the sight of Jennifer walking her dish to the sink. Her ugly sweatshirt substantially more appealing when barely concealing her underpants. You whistle at your target. "Give me a twirl!" you catcall. She glances at you and spins, a genuine, but slightly uncomfortable smile lighting up her face as her sweats flare up just a hair. Your eyes lock onto her sleek, shapely thighs, your bulge straining painfully against your underpants and your heartbeat thundering in your chest.

"Don't stare! Perv!" She joked, her own eyes glancing down at you before looking back ashamedly.

You bellow a laugh. "C'mon! You know what you were doing. Besides, you want me to look."

She looked uncomfortable for a moment. "No, I... We shouldn't. It isn't right."

You take the plate from Jennifer and set it on an end table decorating the hall before grabbing her hands. "There's nothing wrong with looking. You watch raunchy movies, right? Same thing. It's just eye candy."

She nods. "You're right, as always. I'm just being stupid again."

"I am always right." You laugh. A suggestion disguised as a joke. "Now you look at me. You can look whenever you want." You take a step back and let your arms fully extend with hers. "Look at me. I'm a fucking stud."

Jennifer looks you up and down through extended arms. "Don't get ahead of yourself, stud." She pokes fun at you as you pull your arms wide until you and she are pressed together and you transition into a hug. You look into each others eyes before breaking away.

"Go clean the dishes, dumbass." you command, a smile on your face.

"I will, asshole." she laughed back and leaned down close to peck you on the cheek.

"Don't forget to take off the sweats. You don't want them getting wet!"

"Oh. Duh." She hit her forehead with her palm dramatically. "Thanks for reminding me," she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it aside from a bra with a nice lacey material that you couldn't appreciate properly from behind earlier.