Tell her how much!

Holy story necromancy, Batman! I've hardly been active for years but I felt like finishing at least this chapter draft. Please comment your approval/disapproval/bizaare conspiracy theories and perhaps I'll write more.

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Joan clung to the shower fittings, cold metal against her chest and face as the warm water flowed down her back and down onto Connor as he crouched behind her. Connor's eyes were screwed shut as he worked, his hands holding her slim hips back towards him. Joan had her head twisted over her shoulder to look back at Alison, her eyes struggling to focus.

"Yeah, it's so good. You - eeeh - need to try it."

"Are you volunteering, Joan?" asked Alison while her hands stimulated herself. One was tugging at her nipples, lifting each breast's weight up in turn, while the other was between her legs, spreading her wetness up and down her clit. Joan bit her bottom lip, too overwhelmed to speak. All she could do is moan and continue to fingerfuck herself. Her noises began to crescendo, only to take on a frustrated note as Connor pulled his head back from her butt.

"Alison, step in here, " Connor said, his voice soft and coaxing, "give Joan a kiss." Alison obeyed, walking through the shower spray to take hold of Joan's head in both hands and pull her down into a deep kiss. Joan's lips opened to accept the probing tongue. Connor couldn't see any of this from his position kneeling on the shower floor, but he felt Joan's hips shake in his hands and dived back into tonguing her asshole.

From above him, Joan's moans, squeaks and other noises began to climb again. They grew in volume and rose in pitch, until she was gasping out a series of obscenities, struggling for breath to incoherently swear at Alison and Connor. Then Joan's shaking became full convulsions and her two tormentors had to hold her weight to stop her from collapsing a she came. Alison was treated to the sight of her friend's eyes crossing, while Connor just tried with all his might to stop her from crushing him.

When Joan was able to talk again, the shower had already been turned off and four hands were towelling her dry.

"That was... so fantastic. I love you both. Jesus. Christ," she said, "I..."

"Shush," said Connor, pulling her into a fluffy towel-mediated hug, "you're good!" Love? he thought, trying not to panic. She's never said that so seriously before. I should let her calm down before she says something she'll want to walk back. "Come on back to bed now." Joan was escorted on shaking legs back to her own bed and Connor lay down to spoon her. She purred and snuggled against him.

Distantly, he watched Alison put her underwear and clothes back on, searching through the mixed piles on the bedroom floor.