Shower time! (Pink Trigger's Power >299)

I'm going to make this happen. These are the basics of erotica, right? That flustered young woman enters the shower with a racing heart. That daring man doesn't give her love the chance to cool off.

I left the clothes I'd gathered for her in a pile. If I was going to take that route, it really did make more sense to wait on her to ask for them. No, now was the time for quick action! Now was the time to join Jessica, just as she secretly desired.

I kicked off my loafers, stripped out of my suit, and left my shirt and tie in a trail behind me. Wearing just my boxer shorts, I threw the bathroom door open.

I bet anyone reading this would think that my obvious excitement was like a trail of lose flags. That idiot H. I. Player won't be rewarded for rushing in like an idiot. Jessica's going to **** him (at least by accident) as soon as he steps in, right? Or that numbskull will slip on some soap.

What you're imagining didn't happen. The bathroom was kept pristine by those high-class servants of the manor. The room was steamy and inviting. There was a combination tub/shower. And there, behind the shower curtain, was Jessica. The floral pattern of the decorative liner hid her, but I could feel her presence.

Jessica is a dangerous fighter, and in most circumstances, she'd defend herself. But from that voice that came from behind, I understood I was dealing not with a fire-breathing demon, but a young maiden. "... W-woah, uh, Mr. Player? Is that you? I-I'll be out in just a sec! Oh, you brought me clothes, right? Just leave 'em, would you...?"

You aren't convincing anyone with those words you've been thinking of ever since you walked into the bathroom. You've already come up with every excuse for me to be entering the bathroom. I'm impatient, or I'm a concerned gentleman, or something like that. You had to come up with so many reasons because you don't have the courage to face the most obvious reason.

I wanted to join you, I told Jessica as I pulled the liner aside.

Jessica was standing there, still dripping wet under her hot shower. Jessica with her hair down and wet was a treat I'll be the only man to ever enjoy. She turned to me with her arms already crossed over her bare chest and private place, a tell-tale sign she'd already been preparing for this. Her face was red, but didn't look shocked. Maybe it was just the heat, but more likely it was because this had already been playing out in her imagination.

As I dropped my shorts, showing Jessica how already erect I was from the thought of this alone, I turned to the door and smiled. Jessica, the bathroom door has a lock, after all. You didn't want to keep me out.

She remained silent for a moment, unsure what to say. "I... can't stop thinking about it... I haven't been able to since you woke me up..."

Thinking about things like that is healthy for a woman your age, Jessica. Now, I'm here to respond to your wishes.

"Mr. Player... This is a mistake," Jessica warned me, backing her bare bottom against the wet tile of the shower. "Don't you know what my family is like? If Mom and Dad find out we're... doing this... we're both gonna be in so much trouble..."

Jessica... when the chance for a moment of passion comes, you can't run from it. Don't you understand that?

I could tell those words meant something to her... She paused, then clenched her teeth, then turned around... Now, her hands were against the wall, and her naked ass was presented to me. "Be gentle... You know this is my first time..."

I understand. Of course Jessica.

I raised up one of her slender legs and approached her from beneath, pushing her against the side of the shower and forcing her to support herself as I entered her from behind with no hesitation. I heard her let out a gasp, but she didn't try to stop me. After all, when you invite a man into your steamy shower, are you thinking of doing some chaste kissing? Or are you thinking of being taken by that indecent gentleman?!

We did make out, but there was nothing chaste about it, the way our tongues searched each other's mouths as warm water beat against our bodies. I grabbed Jessica's wet body all over, and as we switched positions, I felt her nails dig into my back for purchase. Whenever I finally drew my face from hers to let her breathe, her tongue fell lewdly from her mouth as she panted.

"Mr. Player! What... do I call you...?!"

I didn't answer her. That isn't important, Jessica. Don't let a thought like that interrupt your passion.

"Mr. Player... I want... I wanna know...!!"

How badly would it kill this moment if Jessica knew...? If she knew that my first two initials were actually all I could remember? That the rest of my life was so hazy, that I truly had no idea? That she wasn't being fucked by a man who had any hope or prospects of taking her away from here or sharing a life with her? No, Jessica, this is the kind of great fuck you can only get from a man who fears no consequences.

Instead of all that, I told her it was Henry.

That seemed to be what she was waiting for. "H-Henryyy!!"

Jessica...!! The two of us came together, making a mess of that pristine shower. Luckily, the drain offered a means of disposing of that evidence.

I sat on the edge of the tub as Jessica finished showering silently, trying to collect her thoughts while making herself presentable enough for the conference. I was silent for a while myself, appreciating Jessica's nude body for as long as I could before the spell wore off. The shower came to an end. She toweled herself off briskly and began wrapping herself in it, realizing she'd have to leave the bathroom to get dressed.

I thought to myself that this was the end of the line. Our cries of passion had definitely been loud enough to hear through the walls. At the very least, Kanon would know. Whatever happened from this point on, this was the natural end-point of this erotic story. The only scenes that could be left might include being killed by a jealous young man, being interrogated by furious parents, being castigated by a rotating assortment of aunts, uncles, and cousins... Nothing fun.

"Henry..." I heard Jessica ask me. "I... wasn't really thinking about it. But, uh... doing that... I really am gonna get pregnant, aren't I?"

I thought of telling Jessica it didn't matter, but decided that'd be cruel. I stayed silent.

"... If that happens... you're gonna support us, right...?"

I had to stop myself from laughing. Do I look like someone with the kind of money or future to be happily accepted into your family? Do I look like someone your mother and father will approve of? I know I told your father I was some famous tutor with a higher rate, but do you really believe that now? Again, none of this matters. The more I sit and think of it, the more my buzz from the good sex fades. I'll do what I can, I tell Jessica, without telling her just how little that is.

"... Thanks. I'm kinda dumb, and don't think about this stuff before I do it, but... I'm gonna count on you, Henry."

Sure. Go on, Jessica. I'll catch up after I clean up a little here.

When Jessica left the bathroom, I made use of that door lock and found the easiest way out of the bathroom I could. You can imagine I escaped down the drain, if you like.