No

In the end you decided to remain rational. It wasn't as if Justin was going to let you mount his girlfriend right in front of him. You tossed and turned, but eventually you fell asleep. The next morning arrived and you rolled out of your bed and made your way to the bathroom as per your usual routine. The bathroom light was on and it appeared as if someone was inside. Getting close enough to see, you saw that it was Jessica wearing nothing but a towel. This was an all too familiar sight. Without so much as a hitch in your stride, you entered the room and closed the door. She jumped in surprise and just watched you through the mirror. You met her eyes and just held her gaze, displaying no emotion and letting the tension build. You broke the silence and spoke first, "Where's Justin," more statement than question. "He left already," she replied. Neither of you moved an inch for a few moments more.

You slowly closed the distance with a single step and slid your thumbs between her and the towel. She did not move. She did not protest. She only continued watching you through the mirror. With a slight tug you pulled the towel free, sending it tumbling to the floor. She was revealed before you. All of her. She was more toned than you had initially thought. Still her gaze never broke. You reached around her body and grabbed a breast, the signs of her excitement pressing against your palm. "Did he give you what you wanted?" you asked without moving your hand or your eyes. She said nothing. "Interesting," you thought to yourself. Was this defiance?

You let go of her breast and moved your hand to her thigh. You casually lifted her leg and placed it on the sink so that she was now standing on one foot. The whole motion so casual it had seemed as if you had done this to her a thousand times before. Your hand moved from her leg to her opening. It was slick with arousal. You coated your fingers in her fluids and brought them to your mouth. Her breaths became slightly more rapid as you tasted her. Still she never looked away.

Saying nothing more you removed your boxers, your own arousal evident. You stood silent and motionless for a few heartbeats more. You finally broke eye contact with her and turned to enter the shower. The last glimpse you caught of her face betrayed her confusion. You remained silent as you closed the sliding door behind you and turned the shower on. It was difficult to hear through the sounds the shower was making, but you heard the bathroom door click shut what seemed about 10 minutes later. You weren't entirely sure what she had been doing in those 10 minutes.