The Rule Followers

All characters are fictional and well over the age of 18.

Zoe was taking forever, showering in the upstairs bathroom. We were supposed to go to the library. She texted me as I pulled into her driveway that she was just getting into the shower. So, I sat in her TV room on my phone.

We have been dating a while. We were friends in high school who became study buddies at our local university, who became a couple, kinda. We are always together, but we are never together. Neither of us had been with anyone before, and we hadn't been with each other.

There were two main reason why: First was space. We each lived at home to save money. Each of our homes was filled with nosey siblings and helicopter parents who were always on patrol, ensuring that we never had a moment alone.

Then there were the rules: Religious rules, "moral" rules, parental rules, etc. If you've got a rule, we'll follow it.

The house was quiet, for once. Zoe's family was away for the weekend visiting relatives in another state. She got a pass because our final exams started Monday, so this weekend was for intense studying in solitude.

I put my phone down and decided to investigate why she was taking so long. I walked up the stairs and following the sound of running water. She was in her parents' shower. I walked through their bedroom and spotted her through the bathroom door that was opened slightly. The steam on the shower glass concealed details but I could make out her perfect contour. She was petite at around 5'2' with shoulder length blonde hair.

I crept into the bathroom. She was facing away from me, lingering under the stream of warm water. The shower was a square with two tiled walls and two glass walls.

I removed my shirt and pulled down my pants, shocked at my audacity. I thought for a moment about her father walking in on me. I would be ejected from his home, pants around my ankles, and forbidden to see Zoe again. But her father was hundreds of miles away.

I cast my clothes to the side--along with my restraint. The door opened silently as I stepped in. She turned around, at first appearing startled, and then relieved. I was jealous of the water that cascaded down her and explored her every detail before running into the drain below.

The shower door closed.

What happened first was innocent: We embraced for a moment.

What happened next was not: She looked up at me and told me she wanted me....everywhere.

Our rules started to break and wash away as Zoe's knees met the tiled floor. Looking up at me and saying "Please" before devouring me. I moved my body to shield her from the shower above only to have my own ivory torrent cover her face moments later.

I moved away to allow the water to wash me from her. She rose and we meet face to face again. I gently pinned her against the tile wall and took her, fixing her arms above her head, I was relentless as more rules cascaded down the drain.

She collapsed around me and I let her down, but we were far from done. I spun her around to face the glass wall. I steadied her hips with my hands and wondered why we lived in prison of made up rules for so long. As I was about to I take her again, I stopped for a moment to watch her face as we became one. I was feverish as I unleashed six years of raw desire. Her hands were pressed up against the glass wall. I placed mine on the glass above hers before the wave of ecstasy pummeled us both.

There wasn't any studying that weekend. We visited Zoe's bedroom, the couch in her TV room, and, in a moment of ultimate kink, her parent's bed. We tried to study once, but realized that there were far more fun things to do on the kitchen table. The kitchen island also proved a worthy surface.

I chuckle whenever I think about the first person who used the shower after our weekend together. I wondered what went through their minds when the two sets of handprints, one above the other, appeared on the steamed glass in front of them. They would think, "Someone fucked Zoe in the shower while we were away." That someone was me.