“Like a seventy-thirty ratio.” She giggles as I walk toward the shower and pull the little showerhead down.
“Seventy being the nice part. right?” I keep her talking to ease her anxiety.
“Sure, Mase. Whatever makes you feel better.”
I step into the flowing water, positioning myself where I think she’ll want me, and close my eyes. “Ready when you are.”
“Okaaaay,” she hums, and a moment later, I hear the curtain slide open and feel her presence. “Oh, perfect. You have shampoo and conditioner. I was worried you’d just have that, like, one-thousand-in-one kind of soap. Where it’s shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and who knows what else.”
“Oh, I do. It’s in the corner—a blue bottle. The shampoo and conditioner are here in case you or Maeve ever need to spend the night. They’ve never even been opened, so you might have to take that little film thing off.”
Silence fills my ears, and it takes everything in me not to open my eyes to check on her.
“Hello?” I whisper. “You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was … trying to get this thing.” I hear a bottle smack into the wall from her grabbing it. “Got it.”
“Good.” I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle my laugh.
“Turn around,” she orders.
She pulls my hair back and starts lathering it up with shampoo. “God, my hair has gotten so long. It’s over halfway down my back.”
She massages it in and then has me turn and tip my head back as she rinses it out. The cold conditioner touches my scalp as she lathers it up.
“I’m going to grab the sponge hanging up behind you, so just stand still.” Her breath hits my forehead.
A few seconds pass by as her arm nudges the side of my head. “Got it.”
I feel the loofah brush touch my back as she unhooks it from its place. I hear the pump on the body wash before she starts circling the loofah over and over on my shoulders, then arms.
“Arms up.” She giggles, and a smile breaks across my lips as I lift them up, holding them above my head.
She scrubs the rest of my arms and pits before washing my chest and boobs. Shocks run to my core as she brushes over my nipples, and I swallow hard, doing my best to ignore the sensations it causes.
Are they always this sensitive?My God.
She scrubs my back, thighs, and legs before pausing long enough for me to notice.
“Spread your legs a little,” she murmurs, and I do as told.
She gently runs the sponge between my legs, brushing my center and ass. Thankfully, it doesn’t have quite the same dramatic reaction as my nipples, but there is certainly a more sensitive spot.
“Rinse the conditioner out, and you should be good.” She sounds proud of her work, and I chuckle.
I wash the conditioner out, careful to make sure it’s all gone before I step out of the stream. “Your turn.”
“I can wash myself,” she mutters, and my eyes flutter open unexpectedly.
“What? I thought we were doing each other’s?” I ask, confused.
Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth as I look up at her. “Yeah. But I think I’ll be fine without your help. I got it. If that’s okay with you.”
I nod, still taken a bit off guard. “Well, yeah. Whatever you want. I don’t mind if it makes it easier for you. But do you need me to like, uhh … get that area for you?” I gesture to my crotch.
Her cheeks redden, and she fights a smile as I look back up at her. “What? This?”
She wiggles her hips side to side, and my dick slaps against my thighs, the clapping noise causing me to burst into laughter. She only does it more obnoxiously, this time crossing her hands behind her head.
