Toss ‘em and hit the showers

The corners of Makoto’s mouth twitched upwards. “Looks like we’ll have to wash up the old-fashioned way.” She took Ren by the hand and led him to one of the library’s exits.

“The gym showers?” He guessed with excitement.

“No. Somewhere more personal.” She teased as she slid open the door, revealing a void of red beyond.

Ren followed her into the redness. They appeared in the middle of the apartment Makoto use to live in with her sister. The real Makoto brought him here once during the third semester of his transfer to Shujin.

Mmm, cognitions must be able to control where the ‘portals’ take them. Ren pondered as the cognition of his friend pulled him across the room. Maybe that’s the key. I have to please the cognitions so they unlock the path to solve this maze.

Makoto opened the door to the bedroom and looked at the shower, then smiled at him knowingly.

Ren grinned back. If these cognitions are locks, then my dick is the key!

“Could you run the water while I get ready?” She asked, slowly unbuttoning her vest.

“Of course.” He agreed, opening the shower and turning on the water. He touched the steam rushing out of the nozzle; it was perfectly warm. Yep, this definitely isn’t the real world. Ren thought.

Letting the water trickle down his arm, he pondered on how the nature of this Metaversal world. Would the water run forever if he left it on? Did the dirt covering his body contain germs? If it did, were they germs super-tiny shadows?

“Ready.” Called Makoto, her voice giddy. Ren turned to behold her proudly standing nude atop her discarded uniform, baring the body of a professional MMA fighter.

He held out an inviting hand. She took it and he guided her into the shower. The two held onto each other as the water began washing away the dirt plastering their bodies.

“Ah, just right.” Makoto sang as the shower caressed her pale skin. “But we’ll need more than warm water to properly clean ourselves.” She reached over to a shelf of shampoo bottles and took one.

After she popped off the top, the aroma of lavender came out. Makoto squirted the cool, soapy mixture onto his hot chest, causing him to winced slightly. She put the bottle back and started rubbing the shampoo over him.

However, she soon stopped and glanced at him. “Having me do all the work?”

“Oh!” Ren realised and quickly grabbed a bottle of the shelf. He poured the shampoo onto both her shoulders. Instead of lavender, it carried a coconut scent.

Once he started massaging the shampoo into her skin, Makoto resumed her own rubbing. Bubbles formed wherever their hands passed.

Ren moved down from her shoulders to her firm breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. Makoto in turn, worked on his pecs, feeling up his muscles. When he pressed her nipples, she did the same to his.

I see. He recognised; eyes locked with hers. Ren left her now bubbled-covered boobs to explore her abdominal muscles, tracing a finger through the gaps in her six pack. Makoto gave his abs the same examination.

We both know where this is going. Makoto said with her eyes.

Ren was happy to reach that destination. His hands went downward, all the way to her puffy lower lips. He gently cupped her crotch, gliding his fingers between her folds.

Makoto moaned but maintained eye contact as her hands reached his gear. One hand gripped his cock while the other cradled his sack. She rubbed the former and massaged the latter. Ren joined her in moaning.

He slid two fingers into her vagina. Unlike his dick, he had much more control over his digits. She sucked a sharp breath through gritted teeth as he stroked the walls inside her.

Not to be outdone, Makoto rubbed a palm on his bellend, almost paralysing him with pleasure. Her other hand left his tightening balls to jerk his shaft.

Ren fingered her faster and used his spare hand to tickle her clit. He kept track of the level of ecstasy in her eyes and matched it to what he felt.

They were synchronised; racing towards the finish line, shoulder-to-shoulder. Once the duo crossed it, they screamed in orgasmic joy. Both collapsed onto each other and slowly slumped to the shower floor.

Water washed away shampoo and bodily juices.

“I love you so much Makoto.” Ren murmured into her ear.

“Oh Ren…” She cooed back.

Once they finished dwelling in their moment of bliss, the two helped each other stand. Makoto turned off the shower, leaving only the sounds of dripping and panting.

Ren and Makoto got out of the shower and dried themselves with towels.

Afterwards, they headed into the living room, still nude, and spooned on the soft sofa.