Shower time.

Mason cradled Yumi for a moment. It was a nice moment. Their post-coital time together had proven to be a hidden gem in their relationship. A few minutes of intimacy and love to underscore why they felt so good together, and the chance to come back to reality. But he reminded himself it wasn’t just the two of them this time. He gave the tiny girl yet another smooch on top of her head and turned to face Vina.

She also seemed a little overwhelmed by this. Not in the same way obviously. It was less about being overwhelmed by pleasure and more about learning about a world she never knew existed. He could see the wheels struggling to turn behind her black eyes. The same eyes that were staring at him in wonder. No doubt she was seeing him in a very different light at that moment. Mason roused her from her ruminations by offering his hand to her.

Vina’s brow unknitted and her mouth curved into a grateful smile. She must have been relieved to see that Mason was still the boy that unknowingly captured her heart. Or maybe she was glad that he hadn’t forgotten her. Of course, she quickly blushed after that. And Mason did too when he remembered he was still buck naked and covered in a combination of sweat and Yumi’s and his combined juices. But much to his surprise the Muslim girl uncrossed her legs and scooted over to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. (Making sure to leave a few inches between her and his bare skin.) Then laced her long fingers between his own.

Still, the devout teen couldn’t quite bring herself to look directly at him, instead just glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. That was fair game apparently. Even if she did still need to bring her left hand up to cover her mouth again. Not that it totally hid the cheeky grin beneath it.

“How are you feeling?” Mason asked. It wasn’t meant for either of them specifically. He very much wanted to check in with both of them. The nerd only had a few days (and only a handful of hours) worth of experience, but he strongly suspected he would be a shitty boyfriend if he didn’t.

“Tired,” Yumi muttered into him. Her breath tickled the hair on his chest. That was part of what made him chuckle. He also couldn’t help but find the exhausted girl adorable. And of course, the infectious giggle that bubbled out of Vina made it hard to keep a straight face.

“Sorry if I went a little crazy there,” Mason said, a little abashed. It had seemed like the right thing to do at the moment. But now he couldn’t help but wonder if he maybe should have given her the chance to say no while she could still form words.

“Don’t be… It was amazing” The tiny, Japanese girl sighed. Then she tensed up against him. “W-Well I j-just mean…”

“I understand,” He assured her, patting the top of her head lightly. When he felt her petite form relax under his touch he turned to Vina. “How about you?”

“It was…” The Indonesian girl said quietly. After taking a moment to get her thoughts in order. And then another one to translate them into English. “Like I said, I did not know much about this. I knew the… mechanics.”

Vina flushed at that, staring intensely at the floor. Mason was tempted to verbally reassure her. But decided not to interrupt his virginal girlfriend. So he gave her hand a quick, but gentle squeeze. That seemed to bolster her courage, she actually looked at him. (Though her eyes remained resolutely fixed on his face.)

“It was interesting. I was a little scared when I saw you naked. But you were also very beautiful naked, so I think I was just surprised. And Dani always seems disappointed when she talks about this stuff with her friends. But Yumi does not look disappointed. But I have also never heard anyone talk about the things you explained. It was all very different from how I imagined it,” The beautiful girl said all in one breath, each word right on the heels of the one before it. Then she quickly changed gears. Her free hand covered her mouth as she looked away sheepishly. “Oh, that makes me sound like some sort of pervert. I promise I don’t think about lovemaking that much.”

Mason’s nascent boyfriend instincts kicked in immediately. He felt his face curl into a sympathetic frown. But when his voice opened it wasn’t his voice he heard.

“That’s normal,” Yumi said. Her hazel eyes were still a little heavy, and her voice was wobbling like a newborn deer. But the short girl did her best to sound adamant. “Everybody thinks about stuff like that.”

“Thank you, Yumi. That is good to hear,” Vina said, with a grateful smile. “My family just does not talk about this. My father almost went insane when my mother took me to get my birth control pills.”

“We’re in the same boat. So I’m not going to judge you or anything,” The Japanese girl said, her high-pitched voice warm with affection for her first co-girlfriend. Then she leaned forward so her Muslim bestie could get a better view of her face. And the impish smile on her face. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “And I’m p-pretty sure M-Mason thinks about sex more than b-both of us combined.”

Vina giggled behind her fingers. Yumi tittered like a field mouse, glancing up at her boyfriend a little nervously. And Mason for his part rolled his eyes theatrically but made sure to smirk as well. This was the side of his childhood friend that could really only come out when all three of them were together. And the tall teen wasn’t about to discourage this playfulness.

“Oh, so it’s just me. I’m the pervert,” The blond said with faux indignation. He couldn’t really be offended though. After everything that had happened so far, he was feeling more than a little perverted.

“Well, when you were done Yumi could not even stand,” Vina pointed out with a cheerful smile. But there was a crinkle in her dark eyes. One that he had seen more often behind his other girlfriend’s large, round lenses.

“That’s fair,” Mason admitted. But then he got serious. He didn’t let his smile drop. It just changed from a playful one to a loving one. “And Vina? I know you said this wasn’t how you imagined it. I just want you to know it doesn’t have to be. We can do whatever you want, however you want.”

“Thank you, Mason,” The girl from Jakarta said with a large smile.

“And obviously there’s no rush,” He reiterated.

“I just have to think about it. I have a lot of things to think about now,” Vina said, her free hand compulsively smoothing out her hijab. “Maybe I could do some sort of research. But I would have to be careful to not get caught. Maybe it would be more simple just to talk to someone. It would be too awkward to talk with my mother. And Viviana would know about this, but she is your sister. And we are not that close. But maybe a stranger would be better. Oh! Or the guidance counselor at school. Then again I could always call my gynecologist. She is very nice and I can trust her not to tell my parents what we talk about. Then again-!”

Mason kissed her. Not to be rude. Not because he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. Sometimes Vina just needed help pulling herself out of the verbal spirals she got herself caught in. And kissing her warm, plump lips was a lot more fun than just saying something. And judging by the way the curvy girl’s eyes fluttered when he pulled back made him think that she didn’t mind. In fact, he swore he could see the pink, cartoon hearts floating behind her head.

Unfortunately, all good things came to an end. Mr. and Mrs. Kamiya weren’t supposed to be home for a while. But there was no guarantee they wouldn’t come home early for some reason. And either Tegan or Viv might show up to check on them or mess with them respectively. So they were coming to the end of naked time.

“We might need to get cleaned up,” Mason said sadly. The sweat coating his skin had started to dry leaving behind a layer of sticky, salty grime. But his groin, hips, and inner thighs were still wet with various viscous body fluids. And his petite, lover was (if anything) in worse shape. Her long, black hair was hanging limply and her thoroughly fucked pussy was a mess of thick cum and ample love juice. Before they could even think about getting dressed a shower was in their future.

As much as he loathed to do it, Mason pulled away from the two girls. He stood up and turned around. The massive, young man offered a hand to each of his girlfriends, helping them to their feet. Yumi was still a little unsteady but was fine as long as she held onto his arm.

“I think Yumi and I are going to need a shower,” He said to Vina. “We, um, need to clean up.”

“I may need a moment in private as well,” The Muslim girl admitted, looking away. Mason could read between the lines. Though he kind of doubted she had made the same kind of mess he had with his petite partner.

“It’s alright,” Mason said calmly. “We’ll be back in a bit.”

“I’ll be back soon too!” Vina said already walking towards the door. When she pulled it open, she giggled at Daisy. The mutt was completely knocked out, lying on her back with one ear inside out and her back leg twitching every so often.

“And then,” She continued, but much quieter now that she realized there was a good girl to not wake up. “We will have to figure out what to do for the rest of the afternoon.”

The giant carefully guided his tiny lover out into the hallway, steering all four feet past the sleepy dog. Yumi didn’t technically have her own bathroom. But she was an only child with a bathroom right across the hall. So with her parents, and their master bath, upstairs she had been free to take over this one. Her expensive electric toothbrush (a gift from her dad) was on the counter next to the Aggretsuko-themed soap dispenser. And hanging on the same rod as the shower curtain (a sadly plain one so that the room could be made “presentable” for guests) was an old towel covered in pictures of Princesses Peach, Daisy, and Rosalina hanging out. It was actually a gift from Mason several birthdays ago. Of course, now he didn’t need to wonder why she kept using the threadbare thing.

“A-Are we g-going to sh-shower together?” Yumi asked holding onto him a little tighter than before.

“I don’t see why not?” Mason said, leaning into her a little.

Yumi liked that answer. She gave him a wide if sheepish grin. Her legs seemed to have more or less recovered by now. The petite girl was able to step away from him to pull the towel off the rod and close the shower curtain. Mason left the fiddling with the knobs to her. He never had good luck with figuring out strange plumbing. But Yumi knew this shower perfectly and had the water flowing at just the right temperature.

The Asian teen looked back at him with that done. But he just gave her a small nod. Ladies first after all. So the two set their glasses down on the counter and got ready for their first shower together. The tall blond held the curtain open for the petite girl, then climbed in after her.

It was… cramped. Even with the little space someone of Yumi’s stature actually took up, the shower just wasn’t designed for two people. Mason mentally added a large shower to his dream house design. Then again holding his Japanese lover, feeling her flushed, smooth skin slick with refreshing rivulets of clear water against him, wasn’t the worst thing in the world. It mostly just made him wish his eyes saw better.

Unfortunately, the two did not have the same definition of “just the right temperature.” But Mason would endure the extra steamy shower for his girlfriend’s sake.

Yumi reached for her pink loofa, but her boyfriend preempted her. Mason took it from her smiling down at her puzzled face. He grabbed her body wash and squirted a bit onto the mesh in his hand. As he put the body wash back in its basket, he squished the loofa in his hand a few times to lather it up. The smell of apricots filled the steamy air.

Then he gently scrubbed his lover’s svelte body. Mason wasn’t sure why he decided to clean his girlfriend. Maybe he just felt like spoiling her a little more. Maybe he just wanted to help her feel loved after some rough treatment. Or maybe he would just take any excuse to get his hands on Yumi’s nude body. It was probably all of that. Not necessarily always in that order, especially when his thick fingers ran over her tight butt and diminutive bust. Doubly so when they slipped between her legs.

Though that did earn a gasp from the petite Asian.

“Are you okay?” Mason asked. His voice was just loud enough to be heard over the running water.

“Y-Yeah,” Yumi said. “Just a little sensitive still.”

“Was I too rough?” He asked, more than a little embarrassed.

“N-No!” The tiny girl said emphatically, turning to face him. Then she realized how loud she was being and stared down at her feet. She let the hot water run through her black hair making a curtain to cover her face. “It w-was good.”

“You’re allowed to tell me when it isn’t,” Mason reminded her tenderly.

“I know,” Yumi said. The shy girl did her best to look up at him despite her lack of glasses and the hair in her face. “I know what to say.”

A warm smile instantly formed on Mason’s face. This was his girl next door. The one with an almost terminal case of acute cuteness. Using his thumbs he parted the wet locks on her round face until he got to fully take her in again. Yumi smiled unreservedly. A rare sight that made the taller nerd internally curse his poor eyesight.

“Can I wash you too?” The Japanese girl asked. Her petite form was flushed from head to toe. And her boyfriend suspected that wasn’t all because of the hot water.

“I think I'd be crazy to say no.” It was a little awkward maneuvering under the torrent of water. But thankfully he had quickly gotten used to being naked with Yumi. And it wasn’t exactly a bad thing that it **** them to squish their wet bodies together.

While it was hotter than he would have liked, Mason had to admit the water felt heavenly. Rivulets of warmth ran down from his chest (the shower was still set to Yumi's height) to his feet, erasing the salty residue that had coated his skin. It also proved to be quite soothing on his abs. It hadn’t felt that way at the moment, but apparently, standing missionary was a decent core workout. Even when he was probably only holding eighty-something pounds of Japanese delight. But as he pushed his head into the stream, letting it run through his sandy hair, Mason felt quite refreshed.

Though part of that, a big part of that, was having his wonderful girlfriend wash his back. Yumi had apparently decided to put down the loofa. Her tiny hands rubbed the gel across his back slowly and carefully. It seemed to him the little teen was more interested in caressing him than actually cleaning him. Not that he was complaining. Even when her hands drifted down to his backside. It was fair given how many times he had already groped her perky ass. But it was still a little odd. It felt fine, but he just hadn’t ever really thought about the sensation of someone else touching his cheeks. They just weren’t anything special in his mind. Then again he didn’t really care for dude butts in general.

Yumi was totally silent as she worked. At least until her hands moved up as high as they could go.

“Could you, I don’t know, crouch or something?” The short girl asked a ghost of playful amusement in her voice.

“Sure,” Mason said as he bent his knees. He had to close his eyes as the water hit his face. But it didn’t really matter. His Japanese lover was basically giving him a massage. The blond could barely keep his eyes open anyway.

“OH MY GOD!”

His blue eyes snapped open and Mason spun around. Water and soap flew off him and splattered against the wall and curtain. And before his impromptu, miniature waterspout came to an end he was asking questions.

“Yumi? What’s wrong!?” His eyes were bugging out of his skull. Some long-dormant instinct told him what to do. Bend your knees. Raise your hands. Get ready for battle.

“M-Mason I am-m s-so s-sorry,” Yumi stuttered. Her round face had crumpled. Mouth curved into a frown and almond-shaped eyes nearly shut. It was the face of someone on the verge of tears. Like a kid whose older sibling had just told them they were an accident. (Not that Mason had actually cried at that. He promised.)

“What happened?” Mason asked, forcing himself to stay calm.

“Y-Your shoulders. I d-didn’t mean t-to. I p-promise,” The Asian teen babbled despondently.

The blond glanced to his left. True to her word there was, in fact, something on his shoulder. A smattering of light purple bruises had formed. A tiny handprint. And a quick turn of the head confirmed its twin was on his right shoulder. All at once, every muscle that had tensed unclenched. A wide, relieved small formed on his face. And a full-throated laugh escaped him.

“It’s not funny!” Yumi insisted. She still looked guilty, but also a little grumpy now.

“It’s okay, Yumi,” Mason said, **** back his guffaws. Then he poked one of the handprints to prove a point. “They don’t even hurt.”

“I’m not supposed to leave bruises on my boyfriend! What if someone sees that?” His childhood friend was no doubt already concocting a series of unfortunate reveals. He would have to intervene.

“Who’s going to see me shirtless beside you and Vina?” The tall teen pointed out. He set one hand on her shoulder, lightly rubbing her skin. “And besides you know how it is with me. I bruise easily, but they fade fast. I bet by tomorrow they’ll be almost completely gone.”

The tiny waif took a second to digest what he said. It clearly helped her. She had gone all the way from devastated to remorseful.

“I really am sorry though,” Yumi insisted.

“You don’t have to be,” Mason said earnestly. But then he gave her a playful smile. “But if you really want to make it up to me you can wash my front too.”

“Like I wasn’t going to do that anyway,” His pint-sized lover said lightly. But at least she had a small smile on her face as she squirted more body wash into her hand.

Yumi started on his chest, and Mason felt smart in going ahead and crouching to help her. Her hazel followed her hands as she ran them across the hair on his chest. For a few seconds, she was one hundred percent focused on her task. But she spoke eventually.

“Sorry if this is sort of a girly smell,” The petite girl said with a crooked smile.

“Eh,” Mason shrugged. “There are worse things to smell like than apricots. At least I know you’ll like it.”

As the little hands moved lower they started to tremble slightly. It was no surprise that the dirtiest part of his body was his junk. And while the waster had already gotten rid of most of the leftover juices, there would need to be at least one manual pass before his genitals could be called truly clean. So despite her nerves, Yumi lowered her hands to his groin. One lightly ran down the length of his shaft while the other went underneath it to lather his balls.

It wasn’t an erotic act. Not really. It was just one person washing their significant other. Loving? Sure. Sensual? A little. Sexy? Really only because of the spot she was washing.

Of course, try explaining that to a dick. Mason’s ludicrous cock stirred the moment Yumi touched it. It throbbingly expanded to its full size. By the time his girlfriend reached the sensitive tip, it was as veiny and erect as it had ever been.

The tiny girl sprang back. Her hands flew off him so hard she almost toppled over. Then the Asian girl froze, gawking at his cock like she had never seen it before.

“Yumi?” Mason asked quietly. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t respond immediately. But right as he was about to say something else she blinked a few times and looked up at his face.

“Of course.” Her voice was a little squeaky and strained. “But you see why I think you need more than one girlfriend.”

It was a fairly weak joke. One that was only matched by the painfully **** smile on her face.

“Yumi, please tell me what’s wrong,” He said. Whatever it was he wanted to help.

“Mason I…” The tiny girl trailed off. Then she swallowed heavily. “Can we talk about it later?”

Yumi’s hazel eyes were wide, pleading with her lover. Mason didn’t want to leave it there. Something was wrong and he wanted to fix it. But she had trusted him. So he would trust her.

“Alright.”

The rest of their shower was silent. But it quickly shifted from awkward to comfortable. Maybe because Yumi was glad to kick the can down the road. Or maybe the fact that his worry totally killed his boner. But either way, his girlfriend was clearly put at ease. And her improved mood rubbed off on him.

In fact but the time they stepped out of the shower they felt downright refreshed. Ready to face the rest of their day.

Mason reached for a towel but found it quickly snatched away from him.

“Th-That one's mine!” Yumi said, holding the princess-patterned towel against her chest.

“Technically they’re all yours,” Mason pointed out, with a smirk.

“But you gave me this one,” She said defensively. Then she wrapped it around her head with practiced ease. “Could you hand me my glasses?”

Mason grabbed both pairs off the counter. He slipped his on while handing Yumi hers. The blond had to admit Yumi’s naked body was a lot better in HD. And he also hated to admit it, but Viv had hit the nail on the head. She really had a cute, little ass.

“There are some extra towels in here,” Yumi explained as she walked towards the closet. She fished out two extra fluffy ones. She handed one to her boyfriend and started drying herself off with the other.

Mason did his best. But even the fluffiest towel had trouble fully absorbing the amount of water that could cling to his hairy bulk. Fortunately, he didn’t need to be totally dry to get back to his clothes.

“Ready to head back?” He asked his tiny girlfriend. By now the majority of her body was swaddled in towels. But even covered she blushed a little.

“I, um, actually need to use the bathroom,” Yumi muttered.

“Okay,” Mason said. He really didn’t need to think about that. “I’ll see you back in your room.”