But first you freshen up

You and Jen gather fresh towels and head to the bathroom, the earlier practice session having left you both in need of a shower before the main event.

"I've got my waterproof camera," Jen says, pulling a small device from her dresser drawer. "We could actually film this. Might as well get some extra content while we clean up."

The bathroom in your shared apartment isn't spacious, but the shower has a glass door and decent lighting. Jen sets up her camera on the counter, angling it toward the shower.

"Ready?" she asks, pressing record.

You step into frame, slowly peeling off your clothes. Jen follows suit, making a show of it for the camera. When you're both naked, she takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

The warm water cascades over your bodies as Jen presses you against the cool tile wall. Her lips find yours, water streaming between your joined mouths. Your hands explore her wet skin, tracing the curves of her body.

"Turn around," she whispers, reaching for the body wash. "Let me get your back."

You obey, facing the wall as Jen squirts a generous amount of soap into her palms. Her slick hands glide across your shoulders, down your spine, and over your ass. She kneels behind you, spreading your cheeks and planting a surprise kiss between them.

"Jen!" you gasp, but she just laughs, continuing to wash every inch of you with meticulous attention.

When it's your turn, you take your time lathering her petite frame, paying special attention to her breasts. You cup them in your soapy hands, thumbs circling her nipples until they harden.

"The camera's getting all this, right?" you ask, suddenly performance-conscious.

"Mmhmm," Jen confirms, eyes half-closed with pleasure. "But don't think about that. Just focus on me."

You sink to your knees, facing her mound of neatly trimmed auburn hair. With water streaming down around you, you part her folds with your fingers and taste her. The shower rinses away her release from earlier, leaving only her natural flavor.

Jen braces herself against the shower wall, one leg raised to give you better access. You work her with your tongue until her thighs begin to tremble.

"Wait," she pants, pulling you up. "I want to try something."

She adjusts the showerhead to its massage setting and directs the pulsing water between your legs. The sensation is immediate and intense. You cry out, clutching her shoulders as the water pressure stimulates your already sensitive parts.

"Good?" Jen asks, knowing the answer from your expression.

"So good," you moan, your climax building rapidly.

When you come, it's with a shuddering intensity that leaves you weak-kneed and gasping. Jen turns off the water and wraps you in a fluffy towel, planting kisses on your neck.

"That'll make a nice bonus scene," she says, retrieving her camera. "Now let's get ready for the main event."