Y-yes...

“Look… you don’t have to do anything. You’ve just had more practice at this than I have. It's YOUR equipment after all. I’m just having a little bit of trouble, maybe you could tell me what I’m doing wrong? Give me some pointers?” His eyebrows furrowed now, his tone changing. You knew what she must be feeling. The frustration had to be terrible. “Look, it’s not like I’m some guy you picked up off the street. This is YOUR body.” He added, putting his hands on his hips in a very Mellie-like gesture.

You sigh. He had a point. It wasn't like this was some strange guy in the shower...it was YOU...more or less. And it wasn't like you had to DO anything. A million thoughts raced through your head, crashing against each other. “Then will you listen to me?” You said, slurring subtly.

“You’ll have my undivided attention.” He cooed. By now Mellie was already stroking his shrinking penis back to life. “Come on, now…you start like this right?” His eyes focused on you as he worked his hand up and down the shaft.

You swallowed hard. He was right…it was your body, and you had taken hers for a “Test Spin”, so to speak. The least you could do was help him do the same. “Yeah…like that, now a little more pressure…” Mellie began to pick up his pace as you licked your lips again. You were vaguely aware of your voice sounding a little huskier as you spoke. Your tongue once more slipped over your soft lips. When had they gotten so dry?

“No...not so hard… look, like this…” Before you knew what you were doing, you had reached into the shower and wrapped your petite hand around Mellie’s throbbing member, stroking it gently. The sensations from your own crotch were getting stronger, and the sooner you got this over, the sooner the two of you could focus on getting back to normal. Mellie’s eyes fluttered at your touch, and you could see his knees wobble for a second.

“Jesus, that feels so much better,” he moaned as you continued to work his tool. “What do you…what do you think about…you know, during?”

“Well…” you hesitated for a second…but, at this point, in for a penny…in for a pound. “Lately I’ve been thinking about your blow jobs…my fat cock sliding past your lips…how warm your mouth is…”

“Yeeeeeeahhhh…baby…” Mellie cooed as you continued to talk and stroke at the same time. You were aware now of a clenching feeling coming from between your legs, and a peculiar ache behind your stomach, but you continued, working your hand faster along the soapy flesh, your words driving you on as well.

“How tight your throat is when you take me all the way…. Then you look up at me with those beautiful green eyes…and I just can’t help myself…” You had lost himself now in the image of Mellie…the old Mellie, deep-throating you. Your hand started to pick up the pace again, causing a low moan to escape your girlfriend’s lips… “Then I just, let go… spurt after spurt…hitting the back of your throat…”

“Ohhhhhhhh……” Suddenly, you could feel the tool in your hand grow bigger and throb. Mellie’s muscles locked up and a shudder went through him as, all at once, great ropes of semen started to fly from the end of his rod. Shot after shot, falling against the shower curtain, the side of the tub, and finally, over your hand and arm…until the last feeble stream oozed out, running down your clenched fingers as you unconsciously continued to milk the last of the thick spunk from Mellie’s spent member.

Suddenly you pulled back, staring at you cum-covered hand and arm with a look of horror on your face. What the fuck had you just done? Realization flowed over you like a giant wave. In the tub, a goofy smile spread over Mellie’s face as he reached out with a shaky hand to stroke your cheek.

“Well… that was certainly worth the effort.” He said, breathing hard. “I can see why you guys like to do it so much…”