You want nothing more.

You shoot out of bed, take off your "borrowed" shirt and walk towards the door. Stephanie is frozen in place, after seeing you move like this. That helps you a lot as you lift her up by her shoulders, set her down off to the side and march purposefully into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

The hot water feels tepid on your skin, but you welcome the hypnotic, rhythmic sounds of water hitting your back. You scrub your body vigorously, trying to wash away the memories of the past two days. You're in the middle of washing your hair when you hear the bathroom door swing open slowly. You try to blink the shampoo out of your eyes, and then you feel a pair of breasts squish against your back. "Thank you," you hear Stephanie's voice say as you feel her arms wrap around you. "Thank you for believing me and getting me out of there. So now it's my turn to keep my end of the deal."

You feel her arms guide your hands to the wall and she tells you to keep them there. She squirts some liquid soap onto her hands, lathers up and cleans you top to bottom, making quick passes and gentle brushes against your cock, getting you semi-hard. She washes off the shampoo and water from your face before ducking under your arms. She kneels down in front of you, scoops up some of the residual suds and starts to clean your cock. You adjust the water flow so that she isn't being drenched, letting her focus completely on the soapy handjob.

Small moans come out of you as she works your shaft, bringing you to full hardness. Your whole body trembles when she lets go of you. You start to protest, but you watch her squirt more soap into her hands and start lathering up her breasts. Another moan escapes your throat when she sandwiches your cock in between her breasts and she kisses your stomach, before moving up and down. Her breasts aren't big enough to engulf your cock completely, but seeing her like this is so arousing, you don't really care.

It doesn't take long before you feel yourself start to cum.