Chapter 19
My oxytocin flooded brain awoke to a warmth spooning in front of me in the hazy blue of the morning hours. A distant aroma wafted from the kitchen, alerting my appetite to the imminent presence of food.
Mimi knew how to fucking cuddle. I wasn’t used to being held, and aside from the wondrous softness of her bosom, her nurturing fetish had comforted me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
I realized that I’d been out so cold that I didn’t wake up once, aside from when I detected Monica and Cassie getting in the bed, with Monica’s arms big spooning behind me.
Noting that my face was no longer sandwiched between a pair of incredible breasts, I opened my eyes to see blonde hair before me.
Mimi and Monica had gotten up, leaving Cassie to finally collect the snuggles she’d been craving as the little spoon. I savored the feeling, knowing how important it must have been to be held in someone else’s arms, just as I’d been the night before.
I stirred, and that was when I discovered that Cassie was already awake.
“You’re up,” Cassie said as a statement rather than a question.
“Urrggh,” I rasped in a groggy voice, with my arms still holding her tummy. “I was gone.”
“Yeah, you were,” Cassie said with a giggle. “Mimi had you snoring.”
“Seriously?”
“And drooling.”
“There goes my dignity,” I uttered as I sat up to run my fingers through my hair.
Cassie rolled onto her back, sighed, and then sat up with a smiling shake of her head. “No, it was cute. You looked peaceful.”
“It was a long night. Fun though,” I with a dry chuckle, tilting my head to crack my neck before moving toward the edge of the bed. “I also need a shower.”
“I didn’t see a towel in the bathroom,” Cassie pointed out, lightly scratching her right arm as she squinted in the adjusting light.
“It’s in the dryer,” I pointed out, rubbing the back of neck as my wakefulness slowly returned, and then I stood up.
“Okay, I need to pee first,” Cassie said, then lifted her butt off the bed and performed a four-limbed scuttle to the corner of the mattress. “I’ll start the water for you.”
“Thanks,” I said, then got to my feet and lifted my arms to the sky for a full body stretch while Cassie made her way into the bathroom, leaving it cracked slightly.
Although I couldn’t be completely sure why, my body felt different somehow. Lighter. Each adaptation seemed to make me slightly heavier, but this time I felt like I’d lost a few pounds.
I headed out to the second floor den with a spring in my step, listening to the quiet murmurs and giggles of Mimi and Monica over a backdrop of instrumental lo-fi jazz.
The dim turquoise light crept from the open door of a bedroom on the other end of the hall, sparing my eyes from the brightness of the rising sun.
My towel was waiting for me in the dryer, long since cooled from its long toss in the electric heat. When I got back to my room, the shower was running as promised, with steam emanating from the cracked door.
I walked in and shut the door, allowing the humid heat to kiss my skin as I stripped to full nudity in the presence of bright linoleum and chrome mirror framing.
And then Cassie gripped the red shower curtain from the inside and pulled it open enough to pop her wet head out.
“Hi!” she said with mischievous joy and a bright smile.
“Oh, come on,” I bellowed as I set the towel on the rack. “I’ve only got one towel!”
“Which is why we’re gonna share. Mine is still wet from last night,” Cassie nodded.
“You want me to get in with you?”
She smiled with an upward sweep of her eyes,
“We already talked about seeing each other naked; you’ve basically seen everything except one boob,” —Cassie flung the shower curtain aside to flash me her entire nude body before pulling it shut again— “And now you’ve seen both. Now get in, I’ll wash your back!”
Instant erection. The woman just had to be hot…
She partially opened the front half of the shower curtain, allowing me to step in front of her, hiding her naked body behind me.
I leaned against the front of the shower stall and put the back of my neck under the water, warming my muscles as a cascade of hot moisture ran down my body, hyper aware of her presence and the state of my morning wood.
Cassie squeezed my soaped up squeegee onto my shoulders, allowing the foamy suds to run down before she took a washcloth and started spreading it around.
Then she dispensed with the cloth and used her bare hands to start massaging my muscle through the soap.
“Augh…” I groaned with closed eyes and mouth agape.
“You like that, huh? It’s way easier when the water’s already warmed you up,” Cassie explained.
“Is this your way of asking for a shoulder rub?” I inquired with an airy chuckle.
“Yup,” Cassie replied with an amused tone, moving from my traps to my lats and then back again.
The soap made her fingers extra slippy, removing the friction that might have otherwise depleted her stamina. I got lost in the sauce as the water rinsed off the soap, feeling another application of frothing before she continued on my shoulders.
“You’re good at this,” I pointed out, resting my forehead against the stall wall.
She finished by running her hand down my biceps and squeezing my biceps, then backed away with a singsonging, “My turn.”
I swallowed the gulp I’d been holding and went to face her, seeing that Cassie had already turned around. I had no idea what my boundaries were, so I decided to mirror what she’d done.
A quick squeeze of soap foam onto her shoulders before I went for the washcloth, but then she shook her head.
“Mm-mm,” she refused. “Come on dude, my skin is way softer than yours. Just use your hands.”
“Sure,” I uttered, then smoothed my hands down her shoulders and back, spreading the soap along with my manual ministrations.
She got extra soap. With my body blocking the water stream, Cassie was almost entirely covered in it, sparing my eyes from the arousing sight of her bare ass and other bits.
“Oh…” Cassie moaned with her head hung forward while I worked, her stance becoming unsteady.
Her legs buckled, and then she slipped on the soap pooling on the tub floor and fell straight back against me. I hooked my arms under her pits and caught her, putting her soapy tits directly in my line of sight.
I tried to set her back on her feet, but she slipped again, forcing me to hold her up.
“Woo!” she exclaimed in a startle, giggling in the aftermath of her near accident. “Jax, you know I love you, but you’re using too much soap—and you’re hogging all the water. Come on, rinse me off.”
Well, so much for attempted modesty. I shifted back and put her in the path of the shower stream, watching the bubbles unveil her body as they splashed into the tub.
She slid her hands down her front, then squished her glistening breasts as her hands ran from her underboob to her nipples.
I did my part by swiping my hands along her sides and back, bending my lower torso in such a way that my dick wasn’t touching her ass.
“What are you doing?” she questioned at the awkward leverage I had over her.
“Trying not to poke you,” I said.
Cassie moved her left hand back, pressing her palm against my quads before sliding her hand to the center of my being, clasping a handful of my hardened rod.
“Yeah, that,” I uttered.
“I wasn’t gonna leave you hanging, you know…” Cassie voiced, then turned around with a face flushed in blush as she held it lightly in her hand. “We made a promise, didn’t we?”
“We did,” I said, my heart pounding as the hot shower filled with steam.
“Okay. Can I make you cum?”
“Yeah,” I nodded in anticipation, feeling what remained of the blood in my brain rushing down below. Cassie got down onto her knees, carefully so as not to slip, her body protected from the water striking my back.
She stroked my dick with her lips parted close to it, the sight of her bare breasts and hardened nipples stiffening my arousal to the limit.
“Fast or slow?” she asked softly.
“Slow,” I replied.
Cassie nodded, then winced in discomfort and got into a kneeling position before talking hold of my arms. “Can you help me up?”
“You okay?” I asked as I went straight for her midsection to lift her to her feet.
“The tub is too hard, and the water’s making my skin softer than it already is. Wanna go to the bed?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, then turned off the shower head and grabbed the towel.
Cassie hopped out of the tub dripping wet and snatched it out of my hands with a playful giggle as she quickly wiped herself down, then wiped me down in a rush, ending on my head where she tussled my hair and took my hand to lead me back into the room.
God her body was nice. I’d seen it in a number of attractive bartending outfits, but they could never do it justice. Cassie’s nude form was everything I imagined and more.
I felt an elation in my spirit as we went to the bed with smiles and subdued chuckles, two friends frolicking in their newfound freedom.
Cassie climbed onto the center of the bed and turned around to sit up with her legs parted, while I shuffled upright on my knees to get move toward her.
“How do you wanna do this?” asked Cassie, looking up at my face.
“You’re in the driver’s seat,” I responded. “Surprise me.”
“Surprise you? Surprise you?” Cassie replied in an increasingly competitive tone. “I’ll give you a fucking surprise!”
Cassie grabbed me by the ribcage and immediately dug her fingers in for a merciless tickle attack.
“Oh shit!” I shouted, collapsing forward as the unexpected assault stunned my entire nervous system.
Cassie cackled to the high heavens as we rolled and wrestled in the nude, her breasts jiggling and compressing against my chest as she leg locked my back.
I already knew better than to try to powerbomb her, so my best weapon was to try to tickle her back. Cassie’s laughter filled the room along with my ears as I returned the favor, but she held on like a champ.