We have just creampied ourselves. Cleaning up is pretty high on the list.

Taking a shower is actually a good idea, considering the cum leaking from our pussy. Whelp, there's a sentence I never expected to think... But still, it's what we have to deal with for now, dealing with the whole magic situation comes later. And learning who the heck curse me by taking away my dick and bless me with giving me Joy instead. And making sure I don't flunk out of college. I must be becoming an adult, my life is getting complicated. While I'm thinking about important things and walking us into the bathroom absentmindedly, Joy takes care of the important stuff, like pulling off our shirts in an impressive display of flexibility.

"You back with us, Matt?" Tapping my nose, Joy grins at me in that upside-down-and-from-below way that makes my heart race, just like every other smile she gives me. Yep, I've fallen for this girl - head over heels. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Mh, just trying to wrap my head around the fact magic exists and someone put a spell on me. On us." I grin back down at Joy. "You certainly put a spell on me."

"You cheesy dork," Joy giggles, bumping her elbow into my side. "C'mon, let's take that shower."

"Excuse you, I consider myself an impeccable romantic," I express gravely as I step into the shower, Joy opening the door for us. "I don't blame you for not realising, you were literally born yesterday."

"Psh, born is a stretch. Also, I do think I know a dork from a romantic." While we tease each other, Joy turns on the shower on, the water feeling heavenly on our skin.

"Shows what you know..." I reply, squirting soap into my hand before handing the bottle to Joy.

"Thanks." Taking the bottle from me, Joy begins to lather herself up, as do I. "And I do know enough. Dork."

Chuckling, I lather up myself, idly noting that even though Joy thoroughly cleans herself, breasts and pussy included, there is no insane sensitivity or uncontrollable lust. I guess magic was to blame for all of that...

"Ma-aatt~?" The singsong of Joy's voice tells me she probably wants something. "Could you, you know, put shampoo in my hair... and give me one of your head massages?"

"Hmm..." I knew it. Just you wait, Joy... "So a dork is good enough to rub your head?"

"Okay, okay." Joy giggles and rolls her eyes as she turns her body halfway to smile up at me. Even drenched with water she's breathtakingly beautiful. "Please, Mr Impeccable Romantic, will you give me a head massage?"

"I guess I can't say no to that," I reply, even if the twinkle in her eyes tells me Joy is still teasing me.

Of course, the fact that our shared senses mean giving Joy a massage also feels really good for me helps with my decision, and soon, I find myself gently rubbing little circles on Joy's scalp with my fingertips. She groans in satisfaction, making me smile - it's fun to do nice things for the people you love. And as weird as it is, having met her yesterday, I do love Joy. Still can't quite wrap my head around it. Then again, being stuck together like this would be a fair bit more awkward otherwise. In the end, we spend an inordinate time under the shower, making me glad I don't have to pay for utilities in the dorms, and afterwards, we take our time drying off, sneaking in kisses and playful little pokes.

It's a lot more fun than showering alone, that's for sure.