Raven

A girl was there, submerged to her shoulders, her back to him. Pale, alabaster skin. A long, straight fall of hair so black it shone indigo in the glow. Her eyes were closed, her expression one of deep, meditative calm. The pizza guy…

‘Wait a minute…’

…recognized her instantly. He’d delivered to her apartment—well, Starfire’s apartment—at least three times a week. The quiet one.

‘Raven, right?’

He froze, but the wooden door click-shut behind him, far too loud in the tranquil space.

Raven’s eyes snapped open. Dark, intense pools that found his instantly. They widened, flickered down his body for a single, heart-stopping second, taking in the towel and the blatant outline it failed to hide, before darting back to the wall in front of her. A deep, crimson blush spread from her cheeks down her neck, disappearing beneath the water. Raven tried to be unfazed. Cool and calm as he assumed she was.

So yeah. Here he was and Raven said nothing, her posture rigid.

His own face burned. So much for having the place to himself. The only sound was the gentle glug-glug-gurgle of the spring and the thwack-thwack of his own bare feet on the wet stone as he awkwardly made his way to the far side of the pool. Each step was a mortifying announcement. He dipped a foot in. The water was perfect, hot but not scalding.

The pizza guy slid in, sinking until the water reached his chest, the heat instantly seeping into his tired muscles. The towel floated around him, thankfully providing a layer of opaque cover.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. He cleared his throat, the sound echoing. Unfortunately, even though he was on the far side, the pool wasn’t that huge. There was only six or seven feet of distance between them.

“It’s, uh… Raven, right? Hey.”

Raven didn’t turn, but her shoulders tightened almost imperceptibly. “Yes.”

“She, um… she really loves her extra pepperoni.” He winced at his own lameness.

A beat of silence. Then, a quiet, almost inaudible response. “She does.”

“She’s… something else. Always makes my day interesting.” He ventured a little further, a nervous laugh escaping him. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her wear clothes. Is that a daily thing or…?”

This time, he saw it. The faintest hint of a smile touched the corner of Raven’s mouth. It was small, but it was there. “She doesn’t comprehend human modesty. Or secrets, apparently.”

“O-oh, right. Sorry. Um…it’s okay. Her secret’s safe with me. All of your secrets are.” The words came out more earnestly than he intended.

Raven finally turned her head just slightly, her gaze meeting his from across the steam. The blush had faded to a soft pink on her cheeks. “That is… appreciated.”

“So…you come here for the meditation and spirituality stuff, right?” He saw it at the front door. This was meant for meditation. “Sorry, I’m just here because, well…”

“The manager, I know. I heard. This place is small,” Raven explained. “But that woman likes your pizza then there must be something to it.”

“Oh, really? Like what?”

She shrugged. “Extra sauce?”

The pizza guy burst into laughter. Raven giggled too.

They talked more after that. Tentatively at first, then with a growing ease. He told her about other weird deliveries around Gotham and she offered short, dry comments about his experiences. The hot water seemed to work its magic, loosening more than just muscles. The steamy air and intimate setting made the conversation feel protected, private.

As they spoke, his eyes, hidden by the rippling water, wandered. He could see the elegant slope of her shoulders, the gentle suggestion of her collarbones. When she shifted, the water swirling around her, he caught a breathtaking glimpse of the soft, pale curve of a breast, a peaked nipple before the dark water obscured it again. Lower down, the water danced over the smooth plane of her stomach, hinting at the shadow between her legs but keeping its mystery.

After a long, comfortable lull in the conversation, he gestured to a row of wooden buckets by the edge. “I think I’m getting a little too pruney. Gonna do the… you know. The bucket thing.”

Raven let out a snort. “Let me guess, you watch anime?”

“Hey, I…look, it’s not my fault they have so many hot spring episodes.”

Raven rolled her eyes playfully. The pizza guy rose from the water.

The sound was a wet shoosh as the water streamed off his body. The steamy air hit his wet skin, and he was completely, utterly exposed to her. Everything from the lengthy pipe of a cock cock to his rowdy balls. He saw her eyes, wide and dark, lock onto him for a single, unblinking moment, taking in every detail of his substantial, dripping length and heavy sac before she quickly averted her gaze, her entire body flushing that captivating shade of red once more.

“I… I will join you,” she stammered, her voice uncharacteristically flustered.

Raven stood up as well.

Water cascaded down her body in rivulets. As anyone could see (and he had caught previously), Raven was unnaturally pale and flawless. Her form was slender yet curved in all the right places. Her small, perfect breasts were bare, beads of water clinging to them, and lower, a delightful slit for her pussy.

The pizza guy tried not to be a perv and got to where he needed to be.

He quickly sat on the wooden stool, grabbing a bucket and filling it. He felt like he was in a rush. She did the same beside him, her back straight, her gaze fixed firmly on the wall in front of them. The silence returned, but it was a different kind of silence now. It was charged. The air was cool on their hot, wet skin. He could feel the warmth of Raven beside him, a palpable energy in the small space between their stools. Neither of them moved, both hyper-aware of the other’s nakedness.

But obviously, someone had to fill up the water and wash themselves first. The pizza guy did it first and Raven followed. Splash! Both of them were wet. Everything from hair to cock to nipples were dripping.

The pizza guy shook the hair off. “Phew. That was cool.”

Raven nodded and just let the water run down her. The question was…should they do it again?

The pizza guy sat rigidly on the wooden stool, the full bucket of water between his feet feeling like an anchor to reality. Beside him, Raven was a statue of pale perfection, her breathing a shallow, quiet rhythm. The steam from the pool rose around them, a veil for their mutual, breathless awareness.

He risked a glance. Her gaze was still locked on the opposite wall, but her hands, resting on her knees, were clenched into tiny, trembling fists. A single drop of water traced a path from her damp hair, down the elegant column of her neck, over her collarbone, and down, down, until it disappeared into the valley between her breasts. He watched its journey, mesmerized, his own breath catching in his throat.