[pt. 1 “Dinner”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12of1g5/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_1_dinner_27ff/) | [pt. 11 “Fuck up”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12ynkuh/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_11_fuck_up_27_ff/)
“I’ve been wanting to take a shower in here,” Alice says as we walk into my bathroom. “It always looks nice, with the double shower heads.”
“When have you been back here?”
Alice shrugs. “About once or twice a week.”
“Why?”
She looks at me like I’m terminally slow. “To clean it.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you were cleaning my bathroom.”
“How did you think it stayed so clean?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just thought I was…clean.”
She belly laughs and turns on the water. “No.”
The water is warm, and in just a few minutes the air is billowing with steam. I’m surprised at how handsy Alice is with me. She’s grabbing and squeezing and rubbing me everywhere, covering me with bodywash. It almost feels like I’m trapped with some tentacled monster wrapping itself around me—but in a good way. I surrender to her, and she presses on my back until I’m bent over, leaning against the wall.
She detaches the shower head and twists the nozzle to massage. The water comes out hard and in rapid bursts against my back. The stream moves up and down my back and then turns to my side and blasts my left nipple. I gasp and moan as the steady rhythm massages me there.
Her slick fingers slide over my vulva until they find my clitoris. “*Oh Alice,*” I groan. It’s sensory overload: the stimulation on my breast, the steam, her fingers circling my clit, the strain of keeping myself standing while she fucks me like this. My muscles clench, and my hands reach in vain for something other than the wall to hold onto.
“Don’t you dare cum, Sara,” she says with gritted teeth.
And that’s it. It pushes me over the edge, and she drops the shower head so she can hold me upright as her right hand brings me to climax.
“Is that all it takes to get you to cum?” she growls. “Are you that easy?”
I bite my lip and nod, too breathless for any verbal assent. I pant and whine as my whole body tenses up and explodes in pleasure. When I get air in my lungs again, I say, “I’m such an easy slut for you, Alice. The way you make me feel, I’d do anything for you. *Anything.*”
She pulls me up into an exquisite kiss full of tongue and teeth.
“Can I show you my favorite thing about this shower?” I ask.
She nods.
I pick up the shower head and adjust the setting to an even more rhythmic pulse. I also turn the heat up slightly.
“Quite a few times, my thoughts of you driven me to use this on myself.”
“Oh shut the fuck up, no you haven’t,” she says with a lauh.
“Oh, I promise you I absolutely have.” I hug her from behind and direct the water stream on her pussy.
“Th-that does feel really good.”
“Mmhmm. I know. There are some mornings I’ve been late for work because I’ve been thinking about that night seven years ago. How we kissed.” I kiss her shoulder. “How I held your breast in my hand. Like this.” I cup her left breast and then pinch her nipple. She whimpers and twitches. I grind against the back of her thigh and say, “And then my mind would wander to fantasies of eating you out. Fantasies of you holding me down and fucking me.”
She gasps and reaches behind me to grab my butt. “I never dreamed, though, that I’d get to hold you and get use this little toy on you.” She grunts and growls and then takes the shower head from me. She spins around and kisses me, and it feels like she’s grabbing me everywhere again, like she has dozens of hands.
We make out and wash our hair and eventually step out.
We spend the rest of the day fucking and kissing and making love until my cunt is raw. And then we order pizza and sit naked on the couch watching old shows on Netflix.
“You know, I haven’t checked my phone all day. I can’t remember the last time that happened.”
“It’s pretty nice,” Alice says. “This is the first day we’ve really just hung out since I moved in.”
“I *will* have to go into the office a little tomorrow. Just a couple hours.”
Alice sighs and wraps her arms around me as we sit naked on the sofa. “Ok. I guess real life has to keep going.”
I look up at her as she holds me in her arms. “Yeah, but I feel like ‘real life’ just got a whole lot better.”
We cuddle and make out and drink wine the rest of the evening. That night we go to bed together, still naked. I wonder if she’ll ever go back to sleeping in her own bed.
I hope she doesn’t.
…
The next morning we finally do put on some clothes and go jogging together. We haven’t done that since college.
“How’s the novel going?” I ask as we turn a corner towards the park.
She laughs. “It’s going nowhere fast. Honestly, I think it was a depression project.”
“I thought it sounded like a cool idea.”
“I’ve actually been thinking of getting back into piano. I mean, at this point being a soloist is out of the question, but I’ve been thinking about teaching and playing some gigs.”
“That’s great, Alice!”
“It would probably involve having students come to the apartment for lessons. Would you be ok with that?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I’m fine with that. I’m never home anyway.”
“And I might record some content for social media. Is that ok to film at home?”
“Of course.”
…
After the run, we clean up and go out for brunch at a hotel a few blocks away. I try to control the day drinking since I still plan to go into the office later, but the mimosas are delicious, and I just feel so fucking happy.
Alice is wearing jeans and a plum-colored blouse, and I keep tapping her leg with my foot under the table and smiling. She grins at me each time, but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge my love taps.
“Have you thought more about that trip?” I ask. “For your birthday?”
“I certainly have.”
“Yeah? Where are we going?”
“Do you want me to tell you, or should it be a surprise?”
“Hmm, that’s a tough choice.”
“Well, speaking of tough choices, do you have a preference for domestic or foreign travel?”
I drain yet another mimosa and feel as bubbly as the champagne. “It’s two weeks, right?” I slide down in my chair and prop my feet up on Alice’s lap. “Why not both?”
Alice smiles and massages my ankles. I think she is right—I do get horny when I get a little alcohol in me. I’ve probably had too much, and that might be reason enough to not go into the office today. It is a Sunday after all. But mostly I’m just thinking about how bad I want Alice to peel off my sundress and fuck me on my sofa.
The buzz of my phone is so loud and angry on the glass table that I bolt upright. It’s a text from George.
>See me when you get into the office today.
“Ah *fuck.*”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/132qzc1/sara_alice_more_than_friends_pt_12_shower_27_ff
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