Mike. Come on."
Once we got back to the bathroom, Mike threw the condom onto the shelf in the shower stall, and turned back to me. I'd hung the towel, and was standing, grinning, in front of him, naked.
"Oh Heather, you should dress like that more often."
"No shock value in that."
"None needed."
"There's an extra kiss for you, for that."
He stood and stared then, still in shock, while I lifted his shirt up over his stomach and chest. After I raised my eyebrows for a few seconds, he lifted his arms, and I pulled the shirt the rest of the way off. I might not have fancied him, but there was nothing wrong with his chest. I kissed his nipples and grinned at him again before kneeling on the floor to deal with his jeans.
He didn't have a belt, so it was just the clip at the front. His interest was obvious though, a solid bulge behind the denim, and I carefully unzipped him a little, feeling the pressure as I went, and wondering what I would find. As his jeans fell open, I could see something else. There was nothing between this man and his jeans. A darkish thatch of hair, and the base of his trapped erection, but nothing else.
"Michael," I said to him, before going further.
"Yes Heather?"
"Ahem. Where is your underwear, Sir?"
"Oh, yeah." He blushed then. "Well, you know. Underwear leads to laundry."
"You do this all the time?"
"Oh, no, not at all. Weekends mostly."
"You mean when you run out?"
"Mostly, yeah. Well, and... Oh, never mind."
"No, tell me."
"Well, remember Mindy?"
"Mindy? Oh, redhead, not so bright?"
"Yeah, sadly that's true. Anyway, she liked me to go without."
"Mmm... maybe she was brighter than I gave her credit for."
"Oh. Yeah?"
"Mmhmm."
"Oh. Okay."
"Right, shush now. Girl's busy."
As the zip cleared the head of his cock, it sprang out, and I lost interest in his jeans. It was nothing unduly special, I don't think, but it was certainly respectable, and I was very close to it. I heard Michael breathe a sigh of relief as it was released, and couldn't resist taking it in my hand for a moment, stroking it. Mike stopped me with a touch of his hands though, and I stood back up.
"Listen Heather," he said to me as he kicked his jeans off with his already bare feet. "If we are going to do this, can we do it? You're just going to make a mess like that, and I'll be no use for a while. Not that I mind, you understand."
"In the shower, boy."
"Yes, Ma'am."
We didn't talk much after that.
Soapsuds are a great way to get to know someone, and as we danced about in the shower stall, sharing the water as best we could, we lathered each other. Warm, wet and slippery is about as good as it gets, short of actual sex, and we made the most of it.
Mike asked if he could wash my hair, and I let him, revelling in the feeling of his fingers on my scalp. He had strong hands attached to a body that finished the job off by taking me into his arms, cuddling me tight with my head tucked in the crook of his neck. We stayed that way for a while, slowly circling to distribute the water while our hands explored each other, and we prodded. My small nipples, his hard cock.
Eventually, without discussing it, we decided the time for cuddling was over, and I tried to figure out the best way for this to work, given the confines of the stall. He didn't look strong enough to carry me, though that was a delightful thought. I was tall enough to manage another way though, and taking his hands from my butt, I kissed him briefly on the lips.
Turning my back to him I wiggled my ass, spread my legs, and leaned forward, the water spraying down my back and over my cheeks. With a little prompting, he positioned himself behind me, his cock nestling in the area under my ass before sliding through my legs, ready and willing.
That was when I remembered the condom. It was on the shelf near my left hand. I left it there. I wasn't willing to wait any longer. A little more wriggling and the head of his cock was sitting at the entrance to my slippery tunnel. I helped then, taking the hard but somehow soft member in my hand, and encouraging it inside me.
Mike's cock was just the right size, and as it slid slowly inside me I could feel myself expanding, the head of it spreading me delightfully, the heat of it apparent even in my depths. He stood still for a moment once it was in, his hands on my breasts, his breath on my shoulder. Then, just as I was becoming accustomed to the feel of it, he started moving a little, slowly at first, and then a bit faster. He was pulling almost all the way out, and thrusting back, rubbing all my nerves just the right way.
It was obviously no hardship to him either, judging from the noises he was making. Puffing and panting behind me, he was pushing harder and faster. I had kept a hand down between my legs after I helped get him in, thinking I might need to help myself a little to finish, but it was back up on the wall of the shower stall for two reasons. Assistance was the last thing I needed, and in any case I would have fallen over.
I don't know quite how it works, but as the gentle pounding continued, it was as though our bodies accommodated themselves to each other, and everything worked more smoothly, his hardness fitting inside me just right, and there was the just the perfect amount of friction to make it feel wonderful, without there being enough to hinder the movement.
His cock seemed larger too, and continued to stretch me, opening my legs a little more, filling me more profoundly, tickling my insides oh so very much more nicely.
It couldn't last too long, and didn't. Mike was saying my name quietly, and his movements were becoming a little uncoordinated. When he bit my shoulder softly, and groaned, I came, a shock of pleasure through my body. I clamped hard on his cock, groaning as he came too, crushing his body tight behind mine, erupting deep inside me, squeezing my breasts just a little too tightly.
Somehow a position which is wonderfully comfortable at the time can be thoroughly distressing afterwards, and I needed to stand up. I straightened my back gently, feeling Mike's softening cock sliding slowly out, and realised I was surprised at how nice that was. No games, no rules, no expectations.
Very
nice.
I turned to face Mike again, and we melted together, my head on his shoulder again, both of us breathing deeply.
"God, Heather. I never realised."
"Realised what?" I kissed him lightly on the lips.
"That you were so..."
"So what?"
"Umm... sexy."
"Oh! Really? How did you think I was?"
"Well, you know, we share the house. Eat together. Bitch about school. I kinda thought you were one of the guys."
"Guys huh?"
"Yeah, kinda. Not like that, but yeah."
"I understand. I did the same. Thought you were one of the girls."
"What?"
"Ha ha. Serves you right."
"Says who?"
"Me. But listen, you've proved me wrong."
"Yeah?"
