A Shower (Fixed formatting chain)

(I'm copying Thecrudedue95's story here because he hasn't been seen is a while, and I'd like to expand on his chapters, as well as format them better.)

You crawl out from underneath her and stand up. You give her a big toothy smile that glistens because you are coated in her girl cum. "Well Rach, I'd say between the jam jar, our hard cocks, and your sloppy pussy, we make a fine mess" you joke.

She laughs, causing her breasts and currently shrinking cock to jiggle. "Oh, John, thank you so much!"

She runs into your arms, giving you a big hug, smearing the mixture of jam and cum on to you. "Let's take a shower." You look down at the mess all over your bodies, taking in the jam and cum that seems to be smeared everywhere now, including places you're pretty sure neither of you even touched, not to mention the state of the room itself. "Yeah, a shower sounds like a really good idea," you remark. Rachel smiles and excitedly leads you to the upstairs shower. Even after the exhausting game you just played, the two of you still can't seem to manage to keep your hands off each other, and your journey up the stairs is punctuated by the occasional giggle, ass slap, boob grab, and dick rub.

Thankfully you're already naked, so there's no need to wash any clothes of the mess the two of you have made. You watch as Rachel turns on the shower, leaning in to avoid the spray of cold water, and putting her nethers on full display. You lick your lips unconsciously.

You both hop in and and just enjoy the hot water, the steam, and the time you both need to think. You think several times about what you're going to say. You can tell Rachel is also struggling to find words, and you want to comfort her before she says anything to ruin the moment. You certainly don't want her trying to protect herself by asking to "just remain friends". Suddenly you know what to say, and break the tension. "Rachel, I want you to know, as you've probably guessed, that I'm completely willing to work with your extra part, and I don't have a problem with it. I didn't know until I found out you had one that it would be something I would find attractive, but apparently when it's attached to the most beautiful person I've ever met, it doesn't matter. And I hope, in time, that I'll grow to love your dick as much a I love that sweet pussy of yours." You look deep into her eyes, and you can tell a huge weight has been lifted off of her. Where she had previously been **** to meet your gaze, you can see the signs of faint fear and apprehension wash down the drain as you speak. You grab her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug, and you can feel the relief flood though her body.

"All I can say John is thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me, to hear that from someone I like." And then she pulls you in closer, head tilted up toward you, fully meeting your eyes. She reaches up, putting her hand on the back of your head, and pulls you in, kissing you deeply and passionately. "Alright, enough of this sappy bullshit lets actually wash up," she says as she finally breaks away.