It'll at least give us some privacy.

With classes still in session, we make it to my room without running into anyone I know. Which is good, seeing as I have to shuffle over the campus with my backpack in front of my crotch to hide the stain. The latter is also the reason why I start undressing as soon as the door falls closed behind me. My legs just feel way too sticky, and I need a shower. As I pull off my shirt, Joy helps by opening my fly, driving home once again how weird this whole situation is. But bit by bit, I can feel my conviction that this is a dream crumble - it's all too real, to vivid, and most of all, consistent in its weirdness. Still, it has to be. Even if I just tell myself so to keep myself sane.

"Are we taking a shower?" Joy asks as she stretches in front of my groin, giving me the weird sensation of a straining boner without me flexing any muscles. "We should, I think. I don't exactly feel clean after that lecture. Good, but not clean."

"Don't remind me," I grumble, stepping into the - thankfully not shared, albeit tiny - bathroom after throwing my pants into the hamper. "But you're right, although I feel a bit weird showering together. I've only known you for a few hours."

"Aww, look at you, all gentleman-like," Joy grins up at me. "But seriously, you've seen me naked, I've seen you naked, I've gotten both of us off--"

"I told you, don't bring that up," I cut her off, annoyed mostly that she doesn't listen, but also because it reminds me of the best orgasm I ever had - and I don't like how it starts making me feel randy again. "But you're right, it's a weird thing to get hung up on."

"Tell me about weird," Joy mumbles, her usual cheerful personality a bit dampened. I crane my neck to look at the woman slumped over between my legs. "You think I'm not this close to freaking out? I'm tiny, I'm stuck to your crotch, no offense, it's a mighty fine crotch, and I know next to nothing about anything, I have no idea what'll happen, and sorry, I'm rambling."

I stay silent, a bit stunned by her tirade. And my thoughtlessness. I never considered how she feels, being in the place of my cock. It must be terrifying, being at the mercy of what is effectively a giant, yet she remains, well, joyful. Maybe I should be a bit more considerate. We're in this together, after all.

"No, I'm sorry," I say a bit sheepishly. "I never thought about... How... how does that even work? Do you have any memories, or knowledge? You did know my name."

"Apology accepted," Joy replies, back to her little miss sunshine routine. "I have bits and pieces - names, places, concepts - but there is no rhyme or reason to them. Maybe I downloaded your common sense when the aliens grafted me to your crotch?"

"I'm telling you, this is a dream, nothing to do with aliens," I chuckle as I get into the shower. Taking the detachable showerhead, I first check the temperature and then - **** of habit - let the jet of water splash against my chest, soaking Joy completely as it flows down my torso.

"Hey!" She sputters, moving to avoid the spray as much as she's able. "Be careful, you oaf!"

"Sorry!" I quickly move the showerhead away, enabling Joy to glare up at me. "I didn't mean to..."

"But you did," Joy replies, pushing her thoroughly soaked hair out of her face. "Forget about it. At least now I'm feeling cleaner. How about you hand me some soap and shampoo?"

"Sure, let me just..." Careful to not drench Joy again, I move the showerhead over my own body before grabbing the shampoo. As I begin to hand it down to her, I realize another problem: The bottle is bigger than her. Without thinking, I squirt a glob on my fingers and begin massaging it into her hair.

"Hey, what... mmmhhh," Joy's startled reaction is quickly replaced by a contented hum. I pride myself on nimble fingers; more than one girlfriend has melted under my massages. But none of them were attached to me - a fact that is biting me in the ass again. Because it feels good. About as good as playing with my cock. Which I'm technically doing, I guess.

"Mhmm, that's nice," Joy moans, leaning back against me. Now, without pants and shirt, I can definitely tell she seems bigger, her head easily reaching my navel. But with the waves of contented pleasure spreading through me from Joy, I don't care. I just share Joy's sentiment: "Don't stop..."

While I rub Joy's head with pointer fingers and thumbs, I use the knuckles of my pinkies to rub her shoulders gently. It's not a proper massage as I'm afraid to hurt her, but through our weird shared senses thing, I can tell Joy is enjoying it immensely. As am I; and when Joy decides to play a more active role in this sensual endeavour by caressing her skin, making goosebumps run over both our bodies, my knees buckle and I have to lean against the tiled wall to stay upright, feet braced against the opposite wall so I don't slip. To think I'd ever be thankful for this small, cramped shower stall...

"Oh god, where did you... aannnhh, learn that?" Joy groans lustfully, her hands travelling ever higher on her body. "It feels amazing..."

That much is obvious. The nipples capping her tits - ample in relation to her body - look hard enough to cut the glass of the shower door. Feeling them, and Joy's whole body, throb with her heartbeat almost makes up for losing Little Matt. And looking down at her like this give me the perfect vantage point to marvel at those magnificently shaped orbs. In fact, they are big enough to hide her hands from view that I nevertheless feel sliding up towards her bosom, higher and higher.

But even knowing that it comes, I can't keep myself from doubling over when Joy cups her breasts and begins tugging and twisting her nipples, bliss exploding through both of us. When my eyes regain a bit of focus, I find my self face to upside-down face with Joy, who is still playing with her boobs, looking at me with a mix of pure pleasure and mirth.

"Feels good, right?" She half-moans, her grin spreading wider. "Wanna touch 'em yourself?"