Shower time for me is usually pretty special. I don’t have like a crazy routine or anything, I’ve just always liked the peacefulness of it. The warm water, the steam, the quiet alone time. And it’s kind of self care by definition. Every shower is a chance to pamper yourself a little. Obviously self care can become a little self love too, especially when toys are waterproof!

All that said, I hadn’t ever showered with another person before. It was just me time. And sharing an apartment with two other girls, me time was carefully scheduled among the three of us. I knew shower sex was a thing and wasn’t uninterested in it, I just had never pressed the issue with my FWB before.

The came a Monday morning after a Sunday birthday party for a friend he and I had gone too and gotten too drunk at. My alarm went off at 6 am that morning, as usual because that aforementioned schedule have me the 6-7 block of time in the bathroom because I was the early bird of the three of my roommates and I and the only one brave/dumb enough to schedule 8 am classes after freshman year. I rolled over to silence my alarm and remembered my FWB had slept over after we made it back after the party. Stayed over at least, who needed to sleep anyway.

I knew he also had an 8 am class and neither of us could go without a quick shower, so I decided to wake him up and sacrifice my me time on the altar of this guy I liked (loved?) not looking like a wreck in his class. A few minutes of cajoling and we were standing in the little bathroom, waiting for the water to warm up. I realized I felt shy in that moment, in front of a guy who had cummed in me just a couple hours before. Standing there, I was hesitant to strip down for a shower, it somehow felt different than stripping for sex.

He felt no hesitation though and stripped down and jumped in while the water was still cold. “It wakes you up more,” he tried to explain through his probably chattering teeth. After a minute, the water felt hot and I stepped into the shower with him.

It was intimate. I was suddenly aware of how small our shower was sharing it with his lean, but broad shouldered frame. I was also acutely aware of the water running down his chest, onto his stomach, into his pubic hair. And then I was staring at his cock, which was soft. It was like seeing it in a new light. He was a grower which I knew, but I liked seeing him this way, naked not during sex. Just like normal.

I let him borrow my shampoo and conditioner among jokes that weren’t actually jokes about how his hair would look better than ever. I shared my body wash too, he was unphased by it being a girly, floral scent, not his normal boy body wash that was probably called something Ash or Couch Leather. It was nice showering with him. We were playful and jokey through our hangovers. Just enjoying a hot shower together.

I had rinsed my hair and was just standing under the water when he hugged my from behind. I felt his lips on my neck and I could feel that he wasn’t so soft anymore as he gently caressed one of my boobs. “How much time do we have,” he asked, fully aware of the rigorous schedule. The shower clock told me it was 6:49. “Enough,” I answered and turned around in his arms to kiss him.

He turned me out of the water so my back was against the shower wall. He lifted one of my legs and sort of crouched down to get the right angle as he aligned his now very hard cock and pushed it into me. His thrust lifted me onto my top toes and I instinctively sort of hopped up with my other leg, which thankfully he managed to catch as he started thrusting. He was holding me up by my ass/thighs, pinning me against the wall of the shower. I kissed/bit his shoulder to keep from moaning. It felt incredible, one of those moments where the circumstances really enhanced the feelings.

We didn’t have much time, but we didn’t need much time. After a few minutes of strong thrusting, I kissed his ear and told him to finish in me, which he obliged resoundingly. After his body had finished its spasms, I let my feet drop back to the floor of the shower and realized how slippery and dangerous that position had been. That only made me smile more as I turned off the water. Thankfully I had two towels and could offer him one. We quickly toweled off and opened the door to see my roommate waiting in the hall wearing a “I know what you were doing, I’m not mad, but I am going to tease you a little” smirk as we giggled our way back to my room. Or at least I giggled, he chuckled very manfully.

He had a few bits of clothes left from when our relationship had been a bit more official. So he’d being going to class a bit mismatched, but at least he’d been able to wash his hangover off. We stopped to get a coffee together before going off to our classes. He kissed me goodbye with the most perfect contented smile on his face. We both made it to class on time.