She hates it

Quickly she spat it out, and managed to hit James with nearly every drop. As though washing the taste of anus from her mouth, she grabbed another egg and sucked it down quickly. James pursed his lips and sighed, nodding. "Well...alright. I guess I'm late for a shower and change anyways...", he said. He shoved the rest of his breakfast down and made for his room to gather new clothes. In the night, he'd forgotten he had filled the master bathroom's tub with water. He sighed and decided to use the guest bathroom, setting his clothing on the counter. He started to strip, only realizing after his shirt was off that the alien woman had followed him.

"...I uh...I don't think...", he stopped himself. She can't understand me anyways...and making her leave would probably be a threat. Not to mention, she's naked too...

He waved away the thoughts that tried to follow, deciding to strip and face away from her. When he opened the frosted glass door to the small, square shower he was shocked to find her squeezing in behind him.

"Oooooh, no no no. Shower time is private time.", he had almost turned around. Instead, he opened the door and pointed at the toilet seat. She seemed confused. Growing slightly irate, he took her hand and led her to the bathtub. At least that was simple, and she sat down inside at a tug of her arm. He backed out of the room, and gestured with his fingers to the tub. "Sssstay. Stay. No move. I go. Come back. You stay."

She blinked. He decided to take that as acknowledgement of some sort. As soon as he turned his back, he heard her get up and start to follow him. Sighing, he turned around and she froze, one leg out of the tub and one leg in with her hands on the walls. He pointed again. She sat back down. He turned. She stood. He turned back. She sat. He closed the door. After several moments of no sound, he decided it should be safe. By the time he was out of the bedroom, the bathroom door opened.

"Great, you know how doorknobs work...now what?", he stared at her. His eyes drank in the slickness of her skin and small scales, the slightly stretched yet incredibly curvy figure, and he wondered, What would sex be l-No! No, she's a fish-lady from outer space. I wouldn't fuck a fish, I'm not going to think about that with a fish-lady...no matter how much lady there is in there.

He shook his head and turned around, giving up on keeping her from following him. Once he returned to the shower, he wasn't surprised when she came in with him. He tried to go about a normal shower, but spent most of the time keeping her from trying to taste the soap, and shaking off sexual thoughts.