Damp

“So.”
I looked down at her. We’d been stretched out on her couch, cuddling and watching American Beauty for the umpteenth time on cable. The end credits were rolling. Her mother was out-of-town, so I’d been given (and accepted) an invitation to stay the night.
“So…?”
She rose into a sitting position. “So, as fun as this is, I am going to go take a shower. Can you occupy yourself for awhile, or would you like to come keep me company?”
I arched an eyebrow. “…company?”
She leaned over and kissed me firmly. “Yes, company,” she said with a grin. She stood, offering a hand to pull me up. “You coming?”
“Eventually, I would hope.”

I followed her up the stairs and into her bathroom, closing the door behind me. She retrieved two neatly-folded towels from a drawer and placed them on the counter. She turned her back to me to undress.
“Hey,” I said. She turned to face me.
“You have nothing to hide,” I said. I placed my hands on her waist as I kissed her, slipping them under the hem of her sweater. We broke the kiss as I pulled it over her head. I reached back again as she put her arms around my neck, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. She smiled.
“You’re not that good yet.” She reached back and did it herself, slipping it off her shoulders and letting it fall. Her arms encircled my neck again. She kissed me briefly, then said “I’m a big girl, you know. I can undress myself.” She slipped out of her jeans, then sat on the edge of the bathtub in her underwear, turning on the water. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as the water ran.
I removed my own clothes (she discreetly averted her eyes) and came to stand behind her. I gathered her hair, sweeping it to one side to kiss her neck. She shivered and smiled.
When the water was warm, she stood, removing her class ring and glasses, then pushing her underwear down past her hips and letting them drop to the floor. She stepped into the shower, standing under the spray. I placed my glasses next to hers and followed. She tilted her head back, wetting her hair. I moved in front of her, placing one hand to support her head, the other around her waist. I leaned down, kissing her neck, moving down to her shoulder, her clavicle. She arched her back, pressing herself against me. She gave up on her hair, straightening and wiping water out of her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me. I was relatively hard by this point; she obviously felt it and moved her hip against me. I pulled her closer. She bit my shoulder gently as I ran my tongue along her neck. Resting her head on my shoulder, she said “I did actually intend to…you know…bathe.”
I chuckled. “Feeling dirty?”
“Well, now that you mention it…” She grinned.
“Well, then, by all means, allow me to assist you.” I retrieved a bottle of shampoo from the shelf next to her. “Turn around.”
I squeezed some into my hand as she turned her back to me. She tilted her head back as I began to work it through her hair.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Mmm, you’re gonna have to do it harder than that- Oh, goddammit!” she cursed as she caught the innuendo.
I laughed, continuing my shampooing more firmly. “Better?”
“Indeed.”
I reached up adjusted the showerhead, running a hand through her hair and rinsing out the suds. When her hair was clean, I stepped behind her, putting my arms around her. She leaned back against me, resting her head on my shoulder. I kissed her neck, running my hands over her breasts, stomach, hips. She covered my right hand with hers and guided it downward.
“Really?”
“Mmm.”
I thought for a moment. “Lie down for me?”
“Sure.” She moved to the back of the bathtub. Reaching outside the shower curtain, she retrieved a couple of washcloths. Lowering herself somewhat ungracefully into a sitting position, she then stretched out on the floor of the tub, placing the washcloths under her head. She stretched her arms up above her. She looked up at me.
I knelt down and leaned over her, kissing the shallow valley between her breasts. “You’re beautiful.”
“Bullshit.”
“You are.” Resting my weight on bent elbow, I ran my tongue over the curves of her breasts, giving little nips and bites along the way. I lowered my head to suck briefly at her nipple before continuing downward. I used my free hand to give myself a couple of quick strokes to take the edge off. I kissed and licked slowly across her torso. Finally, I adjusted her so that her feet were braced on the edges of the tub, granting me easy access. I ran a finger along her entrance and brought it to my mouth, tasting her, before truly beginning.
All I granted her were small licks at first, until – “Oh my gawd, seriously!” I grinned at her frustration. Spreading her labia, I sucked gently on her clitoris. She reached down, tangling a hand in my hair. “Harder…” You can’t say no when she pleads like that. After a few minutes, I placed a finger at her entrance and slowly applied pressure. She constricted a little initially (I had to relieve a little of my tension again at this point) before relaxing. Continuing my oral ministrations, I slowly began moving my finger in and out of her; when it moved easily, I added another, continuing. I could tell she was close.
“One more.”
I looked up at her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just…oh…be careful.”
I slowly added a third finger, allowing her a moment to stretch before moving again. Her grip on my hair tightened slightly before she said “I’m-”
She never had time to finish her sentence; I doubled my speed. She clenched around my fingers, her back arching up off the ceramic tile. I looked up – her eyes were tightly closed, her jaw clenched (she always comes silently.)
I kept moving but slowed down increasingly as she came down from her high, breathing hard. When I removed my fingers and sat up straight, she opened her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” I stood, offering a hand to help her up.
She took my hand and stood. She kissed me, tasting herself on me, before leaning down to retrieve the washcloth. She wiped herself down as I rinsed off my hand in the spray, which was barely lukewarm by now.
“Water’s getting cold,” I said.
“I know. I’m sorry,” she said.
“Nothing to be sorry for. Although…” I glanced down at my still-hard-on.
She followed my eyes. “Oh, dear. Perhaps we should do something about that.” She leaned past me and turned off the water. She exited the tub. She briefly dried her hair with one of the fluffy black towels, then wrapped it around herself. She handed me the other, which I wrapped around my waist. She bent over to retrieve our glasses – I saw her wince slightly before she handed me mine.
“You okay?”
“A little raw.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry…”
“My own fault. It’ll be okay in a few minutes.”
“Until then…” Supporting her legs with one hand and her back with the other, I lifted her (with a little effort) to carry her to the bedroom.
“Hey, I’m way too heavy for you to do this!” she protested.
“No you’re not.”
I set her gently down on her (neatly made) bed, her head on the pillows, then walked around to the opposite side of the bed and stretched out next to her. She rolled over onto her side, one arm supporting her head, the other tracing circles on my stomach. Her fingertips circled ever-lower, until finally she untucked the edge of the towel and slipped her fingertips inside. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of her hand around me. I felt her weight shift as she moved to kneel in front of me. I bent my knees, giving her room to kneel.
She stroked me awhile longer, then bent down, much in the same position I’d been earlier. She took me in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my head, licked along my length, expanded her throat to take me deeper. She gently massaged my balls with one hand.
After awhile, she removed her mouth briefly, replacing it with her hand. She gently pressed a finger against my opening.
“Okay?” she asked.
We’d talked about how I felt about anal sex, this kind of thing, but I didn’t think she’d actually… Well. I’m nothing if not openminded, and at this point my large head wasn’t thinking very well in comparison with the small one.
“…yeah.”
Her mouth engulfed me again as one slick finger entered me, oh-so-slowly. It hurt a little –
“Relax. Focus on my mouth, not my hand,” she said. “If you tense up, it will probably hurt.” She went back to work on my prick with renewed vigor. I took a deep breath, focusing, as she said, on her mouth. I was vaguely aware in the background of her slipping deeper into me. She stopped when she was fully in; after a moment, she began moving slightly. Finally, she (very gently) did something that felt like a sort of… “come-hither” gesture inside me.
My last thought before I came: “If I die right now, this is most definitely the way to go.”

I think I may have screamed something as I came, I’m not sure what. I opened my eyes as I was coming down, looking down, watching her as she swallowed. I realized that she must have removed her hand while I was at the height; I hadn’t felt it.
She sat back on her heels after one last lick.
“Be right back,” she said.
I heard water running as the bathroom; I turned, watching her as she stood at the sink washing her hands (you can see into the bathroom from her bed.) She combed her still-damp hair back from her face before she returned to me.
She removed the towels from the bed, taking them to the clothes hamper in the bathroom and returning.
“You okay?” she asked with a smile, sitting with her back against the headboard.
I moved so that my head was in her lap. “Great.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled. She scooted down to lie next to me, so that my head was now on her shoulder.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”