Chapter 3

I headed to the bathroom while she went to grab towels from the bedroom, leaving me alone with thoughts swirling in my head. What the hell was I doing? Was it the booze’s fault? I’d never felt attracted to women before, but that night something inside me was throbbing in a whole new way. The desire was building like a wave, and at the same time, a whirlwind of insecurities hit me. Would I even know what to do? Could I let go without freezing up?

I sat on the toilet for a quick pee before she came back. I had no clue about the “protocol” for this. Should I strip and wait for her naked?

“Turn on the water to let it heat up, it takes a minute!” Manu yelled from the other room.

I did as she said, fiddling with the faucets, testing the water temperature while trying to steady my breathing. But then she appeared in the doorway, and all my doubts got answered in one shot: yeah, I should’ve gotten naked.

She was standing there buck naked, framed in the doorway like some kind of vision. Stunning, her body looked hand-sculpted, natural and perfect. Her caramel skin glowed under the bathroom’s warm light, her thick curls framing her face. Her breasts were firm and perky, with dark nipples perfectly outlined. Her flat belly curved gently down to her pubis, where just a hint of hair remained, making it clear she was a grown woman.

“You’re still dressed?” She arched an eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief.

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rush through me.

“Uh, I… wasn’t sure if… yeah, I’ll strip now!”

The vibe wasn’t pushy; it felt like we were a couple who’d been together forever. Manu walked over to me with a smile, brushed her lips against mine in a quick kiss, and headed to a drawer, pulling out two shower caps.

“I don’t feel like getting my hair wet. It gets all frizzy after, and re-curling is a nightmare.”

I chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension still gripping me.

“You know that’s not exactly romantic, fucking with shower caps on, right?”

Manu rolled her eyes, amused.

“Babe, it’s not about being romantic. It’s about having gorgeous hair afterward.”

Naked and capped up, we stepped into the shower, arms around each other, swapping kisses under the hot water cascading over our bodies, warming not just our skin but the tension hanging in the air.

“You know what I was thinking?” Manu murmured against my lips, her tone playful. “If some guy had said what you said, I’d be pissed.”

I frowned, confused.

“What thing?”

“About showering ‘cause we’d been in the same clothes all day.”

I burst out laughing in surprise.

“Hahaha! Yeah, right? But think about it… we’ve never done this before, what if we don’t like it just ‘cause one pussy smells funky.”

“Mine’s fresh as hell, okay?” Manu shot back, pretending to be offended.

We laughed together, and the tension that had been choking us seemed to melt away. There under the shower, the excitement shifted to something lighter, more natural. No rush, no pressure, just the joy of the moment.

Manu grabbed a loofah and started gliding it over my neck, rubbing my skin with slow, gentle strokes, planting soft kisses behind my ear. Her touch felt good, relaxing, and little by little, shivers ran up my spine.

“I’m nervous…” I confessed, my heart pounding harder.

She let out a deep sigh and pressed her forehead to mine.

“I’m not sure I have the same guts as before…”

I cupped her face in my hands and looked into her dark eyes, which now seemed a bit hesitant, like they were searching for reassurance.

“We don’t have to pressure ourselves about anything…”

“Yeah, true.”

“Turn around, hand me that loofah.”

She passed it over without a fight, and I added more body wash, spreading the foam slowly before starting to scrub her back. Her shoulders relaxed right away, and a heavy sigh escaped her lips.

I was loving this. Her body was warm, soft, and somehow exciting in a way I couldn’t quite explain. My eyes drifted down to her ass, firm and round, glistening under the white foam sliding slowly. Without overthinking it, I slid the loofah there, feeling the texture of her skin against my fingers. My touch was bolder than I’d meant, and Manu let out a low moan, barely audible, that shot straight between my legs.

When Manu turned back to me, chest to chest, mouth to mouth, the loofah dropped to the floor, forgotten. Skin on skin, our hands roamed our bodies, leaving trails of light scratches that pulled sighs and smiles between our wet kisses. The hot water poured over us, trickling in thin streams between our curves, ramping up the heat between us even more.

“Ah… I wanna touch your pussy. Can I?” I asked, awkward, my face burning.

She smiled against my mouth, her breath ragged.

“Yeah…”

The answer came between kisses, low and breathless, almost a whisper.

I didn’t exactly know what to do, so I winged it. I did it the way I liked it done to me, exploring the warm, wet texture of her intimacy with my fingers. The touch was familiar — I had a pussy too, after all. But hers was different from mine. Her outer lips were long, fused, with delicate skin peeking out a bit. Even under the hot shower water, her sex had its own heat, a natural wetness that gave me chills.

My fingers started sliding slowly, on an exploratory mission, charting this new territory.

“If you were a guy, your finger would already be inside me…” she murmured, biting her lip.

I smiled against her skin, teasing.

“And why do you want a finger inside? I’ve got ten…”

She laughed softly, the sound dissolving into a muffled moan.

“I like it… go ahead…”

My touches were already leaving her breathless, and her kisses started to falter. Her mouth opened on its own with every inch my fingers explored, like each move sent little jolts of pleasure through her body.

I went a bit lower, my fingers slipping to the deepest spot, where her sex throbbed with anticipation. Then, without warning, I pressed gently, feeling the soft skin part under my touch. My finger sank into the hot, wet warmth of her pussy, and a shiver ran down my spine.

It was hot.

It was tight.

And the sensation blew me away.

My sense of touch was fired up in a way I’d never felt before. Feeling Manu melt under my hand, surrendering to the pleasure I was giving her, turned me on in a fresh, intense, overwhelming way.

“You too,” I commanded, my voice coming out husky, thick with desire.

Manu was caressing my breasts when I said it, but the naughty glint in her eyes said she wanted more. She pulled back a little, and without hesitation, her mouth found my nipples.

The shock of contact made my knees buckle. A hard suck, followed by her tongue circling with perfect precision, like she knew exactly how to drive me wild. My legs shook instantly, and a moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

She switched between them, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes licking slow, always matching the moves with her hands. My whole body prickled under her touch, an electric current of pleasure spreading through me.

“God… I wish Tommy sucked my tits like this…” I let slip, almost without thinking, between sighs.

Manu laughed against my skin, the vibration of her chuckle sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh man, he’s getting cucked tonight…”

“Poor guy… don’t talk about him…” I tried to protest, but my voice was already breaking, lost in it.

Without warning, I felt her hand slide between my legs. Direct, spot-on. Her fingers found my hot, pulsing pussy, and when she started massaging in intense circles, my thighs nearly gave out.

“Fuck… I’m gonna fall…” I gasped, grabbing her shoulders to steady myself.

“Already?” she teased, laughing against my chest.

“Shit, girl… I’m a powerhouse down here…”

My words came out in a drawn-out moan as her fingers pinched my clit lightly, playing with the pressure and speed. I was totally surrendered, vulnerable and completely on fire from her touch.

Under the water, a blaze erupted between us. Our bodies dove into a fierce battle, a silent, urgent fight to dominate each other. The touches turned into furious fingering, fingers probing desperately, tits sucked greedily, asses squeezed without ceremony. The pleasure built in uncontrollable waves, and between choked kisses and moans swallowed by the water, I felt a bold finger slip between my cheeks, pulling an even deeper moan from me.

It was a clash of insatiable lust, urgent, a whirlwind of sensations that made us lose track of time. Orgasms piled on one after another, no break in between, until we didn’t even know how many hit, just that they came hard, making our bodies shake with pure ecstasy. When it finally died down, we were left with pruny fingers, dry mouths even under the water, and exhausted muscles begging for a break.

The shower faucet shut off in a hurry, my phone was ringing, and it was almost four in the morning.