Chapter Twenty-Nine: Shower

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Luke:

The next morning, I somehow manage to convince Feelz to conserve water by showering with me.

Well, it didn't take much convincing, really. As we were lying in bed, drowsy and half-awake, I pulled her close to me and whispered it against her lips, knew she could feel my hardness pressing into her stomach, and she breathlessly agreed.

So after we each brushed our teeth and used the bathroom, we made sure my parents weren't around to catch us and snuck into the washroom together.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt that Ophelia and I were having sex in her bedroom, on her bed, at her house, except the door was wide open and then suddenly her family was yelling at me. We were using a condom but then as soon as they entered the room it disappeared, and then Darcy said something about cutting off my dick and he was carrying a knife and then I was startled awake.

Uh, I don't know what the point of that story is except that when I woke up, I was a little confused but mostly really horny.

Oh yeah, so. I asked Feelz to shower with me because I guess I wanted us to both be naked again, together.

And she agreed, so, I lock the door behind us and reach for her, and she reaches for me. I can tell from the flush in her cheeks and the darkness of her eyes that she's definitely horny too.

She's wearing nothing but one of my t-shirts that's way too big for her and I'm just in my boxers, and then a couple seconds later we're not wearing anything at all.

Sometimes when she's naked, she gets kinda shy, crosses her arms over her chest or presses her legs together like a little she's self-conscious. Other times she's just happy and confident, like she should be because I swear I love looking at every single inch of her. But I guess she's cute either way.

We stand a couple feet away from each other in front of the shower, and her arms come up around her to cover her naked breasts. Her nipples are hard and pink and I wanna touch them. "You're so beautiful, Ophelia," I mumble, resisting the urge to reach for my dick. Fuck, I'm so hard right now.

And she knows it, obviously. Her eyes are drawn down between my legs, wide and bright and dark, and her mouth is parted into a soft O and then she whispers, "You're... very handsome, Luke."

I don't know why that makes my face split into a crooked grin but I guess I'm glad she likes the way I look, like how I like the way she does.

I guess I should turn the shower on.

I pull aside the curtain and get the hot water running. I step into the steaming spray, my heart already racing, and reach out a hand towards her. She holds onto me and I help her into the tub.

She bites her lip, hesitates before stepping closer to me so we can both stand beneath the water. My cock strains upwards, brushes her belly, and she shivers and inhales a breath before bringing her hands to lie on my chest, stepping even closer. I hold her by the waist and my length sits up between our stomachs and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck it would be so easy to guide myself between her legs and feel her, hot and slippery and tight and...

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Tentatively, she leans towards me, slides her hands up over my shoulders so her fingers drift to the hair at the nape of my neck, tilts her head upwards.

The taut tips of her boobs scrape against my chest and her sweet pink lips meet mine and our skin is feverish and slick, doused in water and she's so soft and luscious and pretty and warm and perfect.

She gently sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, grazes it with her teeth, wraps her arms around my shoulders so our bodies crush together. Her hips press into mine and my mind is in a bright, feverish haze and she tastes like mint-toothpaste and Ophelia and like temptation and home and sweetness and I just want her, all of her, always, forever.

As if thinking the same thing, both of our hands drift down between us. She grasps onto my shaft, curls her small fingers around it, just as I nudge her thighs apart with one of my hands and reach between her legs to feel her. She whimpers and gives me a squeeze that makes me groan.

Our mouths fall apart and the tops of our heads lean against each other as we both look down between us. Jesus Christ. Those parts of us are naked and dripping and inches apart and my blood is roaring through my veins, in my ears.

The centre of her is so slick and warm, pulsing faintly against the tips of my fingers. I stroke my thumb through her folds and find that swollen little nub, press against it while a couple of my fingers tease her entrance. Her breaths fall heavy and humid against my face and her hand slides towards my sac so she can knead it softly with her palm.

The shower is steaming and slippery and we're both naked and rendered completely stupid with hormones and lust and curiosity. So when she slowly, timidly grasps my dick and lowers it down, to the parting of her thighs, watching with shallow breaths, droplets of water glimmering at the ends of her thick, hooded eyelashes, I don't stop her. Her other hand digs into my shoulder for support. I stare enraptured as my tip brushes the very top of her slit, just a little, tentatively against the front of her. Oh my fucking God.

And her hips are shivering, her fingers are gripping me so tight, and as she guides me lower, and I drift forward a little so my length nudges through her folds, the entire situation is so hot and new and intense and before either of us even know what's happening, I'm coming in spurts against the swollen skin at the centre of her, and she gasps, and fuck fuck fuck that really just happened.

"Ohmygod, Luke," she whispers, still looking down between us as I untuck myself from between her legs and immediately start using the water pouring down over us to clean her up.

She has some kinda birth control thing. She explained it shyly to me when I noticed a teeny new bump beneath the skin of her upper arm a while ago. So obviously blowing my load all over her down there isn't gonna get her pregnant but still, I can't even fully process what just happened because I'm high as the fucking clouds right now.

"Fuck, Feelz," I rasp hoarsely against her forehead. "Christ."

She holds tight to my shoulders, her nose brushing my cheek, as I pour some body wash into my palm from a bottle on the shelf above the tap and then begin cleaning between her legs with it. "Luke," she murmurs breathlessly into my ear, her lips nipping at my earlobe.

She's obviously still very turned on at the moment. I use hand to cup one of her breasts and swipe over her nipple while my other hand gets to work between her thighs, rubbing and stroking and pressing. I slide a couple fingers easily into her and curl them up to that spot that makes her let out that sound, every time. That breathy, raspy, strangled hiccup that echoes against the tiled walls of the shower right now, the one that I swear is the single best thing I've ever heard in my life. Her teeth sink into my shoulder and her arms wrap around my neck and it takes less than a minute before she's tightening and clenching and sighing my name, which is the second best thing I've ever heard.

"Oh, Feelz," I grumble, pulling her face up to mine so I can kiss her, sloppy and wet and with tongue. I don't know how to begin to explain to her what she does to me, how she affects me, how fricking obsessed with her I am, how she's my favourite thing in the entire universe and how she sets every last part of me on fire.

"I love you so much, Luke," she says into my mouth, gazing up at me with dazed, shining eyes.

"I love you too, Ophelia. So much."

We spend the next ten minutes actually getting clean. We scrub soap over each other, shampoo each other's hair. Her fingers massage my scalp tenderly and it just feels so nice and loving and my heart starts fucking purring for her, I swear.

And then I realize without a single doubt that she's completely mine and I'm completely hers and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about it, about us having sex or anything like that. Because it's up to her and me and I want to love her and fuck her and everything else with her and I think she wants it too, and so I'm not gonna be worried or sorry or unsure about whether it's okay, because it's for her and I to decide, no one else.

Oh, and, uh. I don't think we ended up saving much water at all.

When we're all done and clean, we help each other dry off with the towels. I secure mine around my waist, give her another kiss before deciding to go change in my room and give her some privacy, to do her make-up and her hair and whatever other shit girls do to get ready in the morning.

I step out into the hall and close the door behind me and end up face-to-face with my dad.

Ah, shit.

He raises an unimpressed, knowing eyebrow, although I think from the twitch in his jaw he's trying not to smile or something.

"Just gonna... go change," I mumble, flushing.

"And I'm going to pretend that you two did not just take a shower together, otherwise her mother will skin me alive."

Secretly I think he and Aunt Mel have a thing for each other, but I'd honestly rather not think about it.

Fee and I both know by now that our parents are inseparable and tell each other like, everything. Which is unfortunate but just a fact of life, I suppose. I'm just grateful he's gonna keep this one to himself.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Dad," I say lamely as I step past him towards my bedroom. Even though the blow-dryer turns on in the bathroom, audible through the door behind me.

"Of course not," he agrees, rolling his eyes and walking down the hall towards the kitchen.

I can hear noises from that part of the house. I guess Mum is cooking breakfast.

Damn. That means we're gonna have to all sit and eat together and that's just really fucking awkward.

Whatever. It was definitely worth it.

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A/N:

White parents, smh. My brown ass could never.

XOXO Ami

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