Tara

"Mr. Sinclair!!!" The wet, glistening body of Tara, Jared's girlfriend, stands before you. Her hair is slicked down and her eyes are wide. The removable shower head is in her hand, though she drops it in shock as you open the door, letting it fall to spray against the side wall of the shower. Small, seemingly insignificant details like that seem to leap at you. So...creamy...her skin. {if TaraSFantasy = 1
}Just like you had fantasized about yesterday morning. {endif
}Her breasts... so round and large for such a petite-framed girl. Her pussy is shaved, and there's soap suds adorning her in various places. Her hands rush to cover herself. "Oh my god!"
"SHIT!" You spin around, grabbing the white towel that's perched on the sink, and covering yourself. "What are you doing in my shower, Tara? How did you get here?"
"My car wouldn't start! I took an Uber!" She screams. "I'm just waiting for Jared, and I felt gross so I decided to take a shower!" She shuts off the water and pulls the door shut, crying.
"In my bathroom?" you ask, trying not to sound pissed. So beautiful...so young.... you shake your head.
"It's...nicer than the one downstairs... and the shower head detaches..." she trails off, realizing who she's talking to.
"Jesus..." {if TaraSFantasy =1
} Your mind supplies the image: Tara, eyes squeeze tight, shower head buried in her cooch, maybe even whispering your name. {else
}You didn't need that thought. {endif
}It seems that despite her habit of teasing you, when actually confronted with a compromising situation in which she isn't the aggressor, Tara's default is not seduction: it's mortification. You can't help but find it...cute... The embarrassment in her voice is quite... titillating to you.
"Alright...well... go ahead and finish up then." You pull your boxers and shorts back on, dropping the towel back onto the sink. "I'm sorry this happened." You can see her indistinct shape, reflected in the foggy mirror, distorted by the pebbled glass of the shower door.
"Th...thanks."
"In the future, if you're going to shower in someone else's house, maybe lock the bathroom door, yeah?"
She gives a nervous chuckle. "Yeah...sorry about that."