Steve stood in the shower, the water turned as hot as he could stand it. He thought back to the shower he'd taken the day before, when he'd been standing in the same spot, thinking that in 24 hours he'd be rid of Katie.
Things had turned out rather differently.
His mind flashed to vignettes from the night before. The look of sheer delight on her face when he first pushed inside her. Her hair wafting over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing up and down, as she rode him. The muffled moan she gave as he filled her mouth with semen. The sight of her perfect ass bouncing against his abdomen as he thrust his long, thick cock into her pussy again and again.
He wished she'd been the bitch he thought she was. For starters, that meant they wouldn't have had sex. Which was a good thing, because then he wouldn't be standing in the shower, his dick starting to stiffen as he thought about her lips wrapped tight around his shaft, or the look on her face as she took his cock.
Well, she'd be gone in an hour or two, and he'd do his best to put it out of his mind, and there'd be other women, he'd make a point to find some, make some other memories.
But there were other memories of Katie, too, beyond the sex. There were vignettes of them sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, fully naked, and chattering about everything and anything. There were vignettes of her giggling at his jokes, of the merriment in her eyes when she teased him about something.
Those would be the harder memories to forget.
He startled as the shower door swung open, and a thoroughly naked Katie stepped inside.
She glanced down at his crotch. "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" she giggled.
"What are you doing in here?" Steve asked, his feigned displeasure at the invasion of his privacy betrayed by his growing erection. Water sluiced down on them, a single drop coursing down the slope of her one breast and dripping off her nipple.
"I just figured you'd need some help washing certain places that might be hard to reach," she beamed. "Who knows, I might, too." She soaped up her hands and gently took hold of his cock.
"Oh, so you think that's hard to reach, huh?"
She gave him a sexy, mischievous smile. "Oh, no, it's very easy to reach." She tugged on it gently. "But I'll bet you like it better when I reach for it than when you do."
He spun her around. "Maybe we can use it for some of your hard-to-reach places."
She wanted him, she really did, but... "Steve, I'm pretty sore down there."
No wonder. He'd been afraid he'd broken her after the pummeling he'd given her the last time. "Then I guess I'll have to figure out another way to make you come. Think I can do that?"