The shower

Brooke had been planning on going home today, and hadn't left many clothes here at Dean's. She didn't want to be naked in the shower with Richard, and the best thing she could find was one of her longer t-shirts. Sighing, she stripped down, threw on the t-shirt, and walked to bathroom to meet Richard.

He was already naked, standing timidly in the corner, hands folded in front of his crotch.

Brooke couldn't help laughing. "I've already seen it, and I'm going to suck it later, remember? Oh, just so you know, that's all that's going to happen."

"Okay sorry," Richard mumbled. "This is all really new to me." He stepped into the shower and Brooke followed suit. There wasn't much room, and they stood barely a foot apart as they tried to maneuver around each other in an awkward dance to take turns under the flowing water. As Brooke's t-shirt got soaked, it became almost transparent, and Richards eyes nearly popped out of his eye sockets as he stared at her ample chest.

Brooke was surprised to find herself blushing slightly. "Okay, let's get you washed up, and we can move on." Richard nodded and reached for his bottle of Dollar Store brand shampoo. "What is that?" Brooke exclaimed. "No wonder you never seem clean even after you shower. Here, use Dean's." She grabbed another bottle and handed it to him.

Richard retreated as if it was a snake, hitting his back against the wall. "I promised when I moved in, that I'd never touch any of Dean's things without asking him first."

And yet, here you are in the shower with his girlfriend. "Oh for-" Brooke squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into her hand and began to work it into Richard's hair. She followed with body wash, running her hands along his arms, chest, and slightly flabby stomach. Richard let out a moan as her nimble fingers ran along his balls, then began stroking his cock. Now that they were out of Richard's room and in a steamy shower with the scent of shampoo, Brooke felt herself getting aroused too.