“Well, I need a shower….. Care to join me?” She asked.
“I am not going to complain about spending more time around you naked.” I informed her.
“Good.” She smirked, closed the curtain from her seat on the toilet and leaned over, starting the water to get warm. “I have read that guys can only cum so many times at once. But I have one more thing I want to do before you leave…. Because sooner or later, that asshole is gonna make me suck his dick, and I want to be prepared.” She informed me, and there was a fire in her eyes. “I am not going to be some pansy who doesn’t know what to do and is unprepared for him to shove his dick down my throat.” She rubbed her neck. “I want to know what feels good so I can avoid it when his dick is in my mouth.” She tilted her head, “Unless I can make him cum in two seconds flat so he doesn’t get the pleasure of an extended blowjob.” She reached over and gently lifted my dick, “I noticed once you came, you had to piss immediately and your dick was almost immediately getting soft. If I can make him come fast, maybe I can keep him from taking my throat.”
I shrugged, “Not sure if I can help you get that good at oral sex in a night, but I’ll try. But are you saying you want to try to deepthroat me tonight?”
She nodded, “Is that what they call it? Deepthroating?”
“Yeah, deepthroating is when you take a dick down the back of your throat. It can make you gag and if done badly enough, can make you puke. Like putting fingers down the back of your throat.” I warned her.
“Yeah, I’d better be prepared.” She declared, “If that asshole is going to throat fuck me, I don’t want him to have the satisfaction of making me puke.”
I almost told her I doubted her mystery man would want her puking on his dick, but realized that I shouldn’t know that I would find that revolting as her mystery blackmailer, and secondly, if this made it so I could have my way with her throat as her mystery blackmailer… Well, who was I to complain.
It was probably just me, but watching her do anything, just casually naked, was hot as hell. From just going to the bathroom, to gathering towels so we could use them after we showered. Watching the way her naked flesh naturally giggled and moved almost had me hard again. I guess I had a thing for casual nudity, though I did know it had to be tempered with difficulty to obtain.
I guess that was a big part of what made Courtney so damn appealing. No one had ever been able to defile her before I got to experience the wonders of her body. I didn’t have to wonder how many men she’d let fill her with their fluid, what potential diseases she might have acquired, or what baggage she had gotten. I was the first. The first one she willingly allowed to show her the beauty of intimacy and the first one she had been forced, reluctantly, to allow to experience her perfect (as far as I was concerned) body.
She tested the water and found it warm, stepped in, inviting me to follow.
I happily stepped into the shower with her, supporting myself on the wall that abutted the tub. Luckily, her tub had good grip stickers, so I wasn’t slipping like I had in some dorm bathtubs. I closed the curtain behind me and turned to appreciate the wet naked woman in front of me.
Her bubbly ass was toward me as she let the hot water hit her neck and run down her tits. She had already wet her hair and was standing there with her head back appreciating the water. I decided the odds of this shower being purely a cleaning effort were non-existent, and if she wanted to just get clean, Courtney wouldn’t have invited me in here with her, so I was going to make the best of it.
I stepped up behind her, and put my arms around Courtney. She jumped a little at the contact, but relaxed back into me, her ass nestling around my spent dick. I reached around and placed my hands on her stomach, just above her hips. Courtney grasped my hands and almost groaned.
“You know, I never understood why other girls were so obsessed with guys. I mean, I was less interested in women, so I knew I wasn’t a lesbian. But I never understood the obsession.” Courtney confessed, “You may be convincing me it wasn’t so ridiculous.”
Her hair was swept to one side of her neck, leaving me a clear shot, so I took it and kissed her neck with water running down her neck.
“Oh, that feels so good.” She sighed.
I started to massage her tummy, my hands still above her hips, but now moving in small circles. After a few minutes, the combination of hot water and the massage was obviously doing something to her. Courtney had already had one heck of a fuck session, but no one was impossible to get turned back on. Finally, Courtney couldn’t resist anymore and guided my right hand down between her legs.
My fingers began slipping up and down her slit. She leaned more heavily into me, luckily, having done this a couple of times with my high school girlfriend when her parents weren’t home, I had expected it and was braced. I reached my left hand up and started playing with her tits.
“Damn….” Courtney whispered. “You can keep doing that.”
I found her clit and started rubbing it, while teasing her nipple with light squeezes and pinches. Courtney was putty in my hands, I kept fingering her slit and playing with her tits for a minute before I stuck a finger inside her.
“I’m a bit delicate in there just now.” Courtney informed me, “But the outside stuff felt great.”
I regretfully removed my finger from her pussy, and returned to rubbing her clit. If her pussy was sore, her ass definitely was. I wouldn’t be able to do too much, but could still enjoy her soft flesh in my fingers. I moved my hand around and started playing with the bubbly flesh of her butt cheek.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, I never understood why men grabbed women’s butts, and why women would like it…. Damn, apparently I just needed fucked to figure it out.” Courtney cooed and rubbed her ass on my groin.
A few moments later, Courtney sighed, “Let’s get clean, Tom.” And she reached for a loofa, I took it from her hand and put some body wash on it, lathering it and began stroking her body with it, making sure to get everywhere, but blatantly enjoying scrubbing her tits, groin and ass. Then I scrubbed her back, knowing that getting a good back scrub was a perk most virgins wouldn’t really have had. Courtney was still melting in my hands, until she kissed me, took the loofa and started returning the favor, the water rinsing her body as she scrubbed me down.
She wasn’t as skilled as I would have liked, but it is always nice to have a naked woman scrub you. Finally, she finished, grabbed the detachable shower head and rinsed me off.
We stepped out of the shower and after Courtney toweled off and threw on a cotton robe. The robe did little to hide her curves, and her cleavage was pleasantly presented with the robe’s opening at the top. I wrapped the towel around my waist.
“Want something to eat?” Courtney asked, “After all, I still want to learn how to give head before you leave.”
I shrugged, “Sure, what do you want?”
She thought, “I’ll make a chicken stir fry. I have some leftover rice that will pair well with it.”
“You cook?” I tilted my head, a little surprised. I had always assumed she was a spoiled rich brat who never did anything for herself. I had seen she had a cleaning service that came and cleaned her apartment, I had assumed she did similar with her meals.
“I’m no five star chef, but it is a bit of a hobby of mine.” She confessed. “It was one of the few ‘girly’ things I liked doing, so my mom was all for me cooking. Dad just enjoyed the food.” she told me, walking to the kitchen. She didn’t seem to mind being mostly naked, so I followed in my towel. She busied herself pulling out and cubing chicken and pulling fresh veggies and such from the fridge and pantry. In short order, she had a sizzling stir-fry going.
“So what are your parent’s like?” I asked.
“Dad is a CEO. He insisted I get a degree that I could make a good life off in order to get access my trust fund. Mom… Well, I think she was originally just a gold digger.” She admitted, blowing a lock of hair from her face. “For all I know she still is. She was a beauty pageant girl and was crushed when I had no interest in that bullshit. She is still trying to tell me that if I want a good man, I need a breast augmentation, but I have seen the way her fake boobs make her back sore.”
She sprinkled more salt and some soy sauce into the frying chicken and veggies. “Dad is strict catholic, and mom is as catholic as she has to be to get along with him. I don’t think she believes any of it. I kind of got disillusioned with the catholic church years ago. I figure there is a real church out there somewhere, but I haven’t found it yet. I figure there is a god out there somewhere, but I don’t think the egyptians, norse or anyone else’s gods make sense, so I guess you could say I am Christian, but haven’t found a Christian church that isn’t bullshit. Dad isn’t thrilled about it, but as his only daughter, he isn’t about to disown me over it.”
She pulled a plastic container of rice out of the fridge and began dividing the rice it contained up on two plates. “I guess that’s why I was trying to save myself for my husband. I know it’s the Chrstian thing to do, and one of the more Christian things that makes sense.”
She divided the chicken and veggies between two plates. “But anyway, Dad is what you’d expect from a CEO. He is always golfing with some money bags, or on some business trip. He was sad he didn’t get a son, and he may be trying to get some guy lined up to marry me so he can try to put them in his position when he retires. Mom just enjoys spending his money making their mansion a place she can lord over her friends with how much richer her husband is than theirs. She just wants my husband to be rich so if Dad dies my husband can keep her financed.”
She brought the plates to the table, “Fork or Chopsticks?”
“Chopsticks.” I replied. Luckily, my old girlfriend had liked sushi and asian food and taught me to use chopsticks, so I wouldn’t look like an idiot.
She offered me a pair of nice, reusable, metal chopsticks.
As she continued to talk about her parents, how glad she had been to get out from under her mom’s thumb and be out on her own, I tried the food. It was delicious. I dug in, enjoying the food and realizing how hungry our heavy fuck session had made me.
“That’s why I ended up with my own place. All I had to do was tell dad that my roommate was bringing guys over and the management wouldn’t believe me, and boom, he found me this place.” Courtney continued to chat between bites.
“This is delicious!” I told her.
“Glad, you like it. I was guessing by the way the first half disappeared. It’s nice to know that other people like my food. I’ve never really cooked for anyone before. I usually just make two servings so I have lunch tomorrow. But it is nice to cook for someone.” She admitted.
We chatted more while we finished eating.
When we finished Courtney said, “I need a minute to digest before I try to deepthroat you. Why don’t you tell me more about your family?”