York finished his workout and ate some yogurt and a piece of fruit the moment he stepped through the door. Tossing the banana peel into the trash with the yogurt cup, he stepped straight into the bathroom and started the shower. He closed the door to the room and undressed, then extended his hand around the curtain to test the water.
When it was hot York stepped in and lowered the temperature so it didn't burn his skin. York rinsed himself off, taking an extra moment to enjoy the water going down his head and hair.
From outside the door he could hear Mads' door open and her moving around the apartment. He thought about last night.
Was that cheating? Technically no, but was this really a semantical argument? The fact he couldn't touch Mads, was Mads rule when they all first started this unusual arrangement. That was two years ago, and now they were incredibly comfortable around each other. Did anything resembling normal rules apply?
The door opened as York began to lather his hair and beard with shampoo.
"Occupied what do you need?" York asked, unable to open his eyes until he rinsed. All he could hear was rustling from outside. "Mads, what do you need?" With her hair it certainly wasn't a brush. Lotion or something?
He heard the metal of the shower curtain rings pull open and someone step into the shower as well.
"What the fuck?" York asked as the curtain was pulled back. He rinsed his face and opened his eyes, Mads was naked in the shower with him. "What are you doing?"
Mads took the bottle of his body wash and poured and exaggerated blob onto her hand and rubbed it until it lathered. Without a word she grabbed his dick and began to jerk him off. York leaned back against the cold wall, but Mads moved forward and kept her free hand on his chest, and her face next to his. Water was streaming off her head and down her face, slithering down her shoulders and over her breasts.
It wasn't long before York was fully erect, forcing Mads to have curved arch on her elbow when she went up his long shaft. Because she was standing, she was jerking palm down, and it was tensing her arm more than she expected. How difficult could a hand job be she figured. Harder than she thought.
York wanted to test this scenario, and when he reached to put his hand on her head to push her head down, she grabbed his wrist and pinned it above him.
"Don't even think about it," Mads said.
"I'm going to think about it," York said back, taking his opposite not pinned hand and rubbing it on the outside of her pussy. Mads held onto his wrist and grabbed that hand too and pinned them both. She knew he was letting her do this. If he was so inclined, he could have taken her and there was nothing she could have done about it.
When the water began to run lukewarm, York finally came, spilling himself onto the shower floor and a little on her legs. She cleaned her hand and legs with soap and turned off the water. She grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself and exited the bathroom while York was left with a cock that was losing mass in real time.
"I did say I dare you," York said and dried off as well.
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Heather made a facetime call with York during the day, walking him around the site and how the project was moving along. Breaking ground was exciting for her and she was absolutely giddy on the phone. They said their goodbyes, York not wanting to ruin her day by saying what had happened with Mads. Technically it wasn't cheating, but women were not famous for their consistency.
After spending most of his day completing his hours for personal training and physical therapy, York entered the apartment to see Mads wasn't home yet. She did this often, and possibly wouldn't come home at all. Mads often slept in the lab at the college and would forget to eat, then would stress eat later.
Starting the fire on the stove he lubricated the pan with extra virgin olive oil and heated up a vegetable noodle pasta with diced chicken and a cream sauce. Putting the warm food in containers, he loaded it up in his thermal carry bag and left the apartment for the science department of the college.
It was after nine when he arrived, the lab was empty and the only thing he could hear was his footsteps. Through the glass at the end of the hall, saw Mads in a lab coat leaned over a microscope with her right hand taking notes, making sure to look away every now and then to ensure she was staying in the lines of her page.
Mads didn't even hear the door open, or pay any head to it she did, when York walked in and placed the food on a table.
"You forget to eat when you work like this," York said, Mads stopping to turn over her shoulder. She saw the bag and knew it was food, and smiled, realizing she was hungry when she stopped working.
"Some girls would complain, but I never pass up free food," Mads said, spinning her chair around, and leaving the chair to hang her coat on the hanger.
"Who would complain?" York asked.
"Like 'you're not my boyfriend, I don't need you to take care of me'," Mads said in an exaggerated annoying girl voice. "I'm just like, fuck ya."
"Veggie noodle with..."
"Don't care, takes you longer to explain it, than for me to eat it," Mads interrupted and opened the containers and was greeted with the smell. "I just came a little bit, feel free to take credit for that."
"Two for two," York said and grabbed his container as well. Both ate quietly as York looked around the lab. He knew she was a biological science major, but not much more than that.
"What do you work on in here?"
"I'm a biology major."
"I know that. That's a wide net though."
"Technically I'm a Herpetologist."
"Herpa derpa whata?" York asked, and Mads playfully threatened him with a fork.
"Herpetologist. I study amphibians, and toxicology."
"Big words."
"Amphibians are ecology's canaries in the coal mine. They are so sensitive to their ecosystem, they're the first to respond to changes in it most times. There are also so many naturally produced toxins that have medical applications. What do you think Botox is?" Mads asked, York continued to eat, but listening intently.
She had never talked about her school with him, and he could easily see the passion in which she talked about it.
"Epibatidine is an alkaloid naturally produced by tree frogs in Ecuador. It's two hundred times more powerful than morphine as a pain killer. But, it's therapeutic dose is also very close to a lethal one. I'm looking at blood work from a trial where mice were given this with the dose countered by a slow drip of Mecamylamine."
"Big words."
"Mecamylamine is a non-selective, non-competative antagonist...and you don't care."
