Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 25

I had never taken a shower with a woman before.

It was one of those activities I considered private, like taking a piss, or looking at porn. Certainly not a group activity. I told Jazz that I would be out in a few minutes, then I got into my shower and started my normal cleaning routine.

But then the shower door opened and she shoved her nude body into the space. “I’m too chilly to wait.”

It was weirdly intimate, showering with another person. That was a silly thought considering we had just had sex, but showering was different. I wasn’t mentally prepared to have her in there with me, watching me scrub my body.

Yet as with so many other things, I was relaxed around Jazz. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for her to snatch the sponge out of my hand and scrub my back. I closed my eyes and sighed happily, savoring the sensual touch.

“So what things do you want to do to me that require clean bodies?” I asked.

“You’ll see, Mr. Impatient,” she replied. Her free arm hooked around my waist, holding me close. I could feel her breasts pressing wetly against my back while she ran the sponge over my arm. “God, you’re hot.”

“It’s the water,” I replied. “I like it scalding.”

“I’m talking about this.” She gave my bicep a squeeze. “I want to touch all your muscles.”

I spread my arms wide. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I plan to.” Her lips pressed against my back in a gentle kiss. “I’m surprised you didn’t invite me into the shower with you. I had to barge in like I belonged here.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I’m still a little buzzed.”

“From the beers, or drunk from our Pickleball victory?”

“Yes.”

Her laughter echoed in the shower. “I like showering with a partner.”

“I’m starting to like it, too.”

The sponge moved lower, circling my belly a few times before caressing my cock. “You are starting to like it.”

I sighed as the sponge glided along my hard length. “Now I’m starting to love it…”

The wonderful friction ended and she shoved the sponge into my hand. “Your turn.”

I turned around, taking a moment to admire Jazz’s hourglass shape, accentuated by the slick moisture. Then I squeezed some body wash onto the sponge and began returning the favor, starting with her shoulders and moving down across her chest.

“You’re spending a lot of time with the girls,” she observed.

“They’re very dirty,” I said with mock seriousness.

“They’re also ticklish!” she said with a giggle.

I gave her right breast a final squeeze then continued cleaning her front. Afterwards, she turned around so I could do her back.

I leaned into her, my cock pressing firmly between her ass cheeks. I was already far from soft, but now I was rock hard.

“Look who’s awake,” Jazz purred.

“Wide awake,” I replied while scrubbing her shoulder blades. Jazz responded by placing her palms on the wall and leaning forward, which made her ass push back against me.

“You’re not helping,” I said.

“Who says I’m trying to help?” she asked over her shoulder.

My hips moved forward like they had a mind of their own, grinding my cock between her slick cheeks.

“I’m not usually a fan of shower sex,” she said.

“But this is an exception?” I asked.

“Mmm,” she said. “You make me want to do a lot of things I normally wouldn’t try.”

“Like what?”

She reached down between her legs and took hold of my hard length, guiding the tip into her lips—which were drenched of their own accord, not because of the water in the shower. I pushed forward, giving her the tip and a little bit more.

“That feels good,” she breathed.

“Even better than it did on your table,” I replied.

It took all of my focus to continue scrubbing her with the sponge while we gently rocked back and forth together, a few inches of friction at a time. I wanted this time to last longer, to draw it out for both of us. I wanted to make sure Jazz came several times before I did. Nothing turned me on more than seeing a woman come undone, surrendering to the ecstasy that I could provide.

Soon Jazz was pushing against me with more force, demanding more than just an inch or two. I resisted the urge to bury all of myself into her, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself once we had really begun. I abandoned the sponge and gripped her shoulder with one hand, and curled the other one around the curve of her hip until I found her tuft of pubic hair and her clit below. She released a symphony of moans as soon as I began rubbing her clit in a circle, and tried driving her hips back to take more of me.

But I stayed strong.

“Fuck me,” Jazz finally begged. It was music to my ears, exactly what I wanted to hear.

“I’m sorry, but I was told you don’t like shower sex.”

“I’ve revised my opinion,” she gritted out. “I want. You. To. Fuck. Me.”

I rumbled with laughter. “I will. But not until I’m done teasing you.”

Jazz gazed over her shoulder at me. “I like this side of you.”

“I like this side of you,” I said, giving her ass a loud, wet smack.

She yelped, but it turned into a long moan. She tried driving her hips back again, but I moved with her, keeping the exact same amount of my cock inside her.

“Please,” she begged.

I smacked her ass again, harder this time. “Not yet.”

Her moan intensified. “Please fuck my pussy.”

“When I’m ready.”

I rubbed her clit faster, driven on by her groans and whimpers. She was putty in my hands as I smacked her ass again, then returned my grip to her shoulder, pushing her up against the wall. She twisted her head around to meet my kiss, our tongues joining together wetly along with the rest of us, and then I moved my lips to her neck. She craned her head back and let out a cry of pleasure that seemed to shake the walls.

Then, when I had her exactly where I wanted her, I slammed my cock into her. Inch after every stiff inch filled her pussy, and this time she really screamed. Her entire body trembled as I fucked her with true enthusiasm, long strokes that threatened to throw me over the edge along with her. My finger never left her clit, even as she arched her back and clung to my arm for dear life.

Finally she came down from her climax, ragged and defeated. Only then did my fingers—and cock—slow down and eventually stop.

“Did you come?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Not yet,” I said. “I want to see what you had planned for me.”

She twisted around and kissed me hungrily, pulling my tongue into her mouth and sucking on the tip in a way that made the crown of my cock lurch with desire. “Then what are we doing in here?”

We toweled each other off and made our way to my bed. Jazz pushed me onto my back, grinding her drenched pussy lips up and down my hard length. Then she twisted around, rotating her whole body, until she was crouched over my face.

“I was hoping this is what you were—” I started to say, but I cut off as she smothered me with her sex.

“No more talking,” she commanded, taking my cock in her hand and beginning to suck me off.

Soon all I could think about was the way her lips felt caressing my tip. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her tightly while we sixty-nined, both of us appreciating the other with our mouths. There was so much I wanted to do with her in bed—so much I wanted to do to her in bed—but I also could have done this for hours.

I moaned into her pussy while rolling my tongue up and down, mirroring the way her tongue was working on my shaft. Even though this was round two, I could tell that I wouldn’t last much longer.

Fortunately, I won the race, so to speak. Jazz sat upright and rocked her hips on top of me, rubbing her clit as she cried out in another intense orgasm. I kept my grip on her thighs strong, holding her against my face and moaning too, savoring her pleasure over my own.

She was still coming as she suddenly scrambled down my chest until she was straddling my waist. Jazz grabbed my cock and aimed it upright, then impaled herself onto me with enough force to take my breath away. She bounced up and down roughly, damp skin slapping together, the entire bed rocking noisily. She was so beautiful from that angle, my cock disappearing into the perfect globes of her ass while she gazed over her shoulder at me, checking on me before leaning forward and focusing on her task.

I gave her ass a loud smack, which seemed to urge her on.

I never had a chance, not with the way she was fucking me. I tried to warn her that I was going to come, but the only thing that came out was a long, wordless moan. She got the idea though, clenching her inner muscles like a vice as I erupted. Jazz added her voice to mine, a duet of intense ecstasy as I exploded inside her, and she squeezed my cock like she was trying to drain every wonderful drop from my body.

After cleaning up and getting back in bed, Jazz fell asleep within seconds. We spooned for a little while, the warmth of our nude bodies joining together. I was still wide awake, so I gently moved away from her and sat up in bed.

I re-read a text conversation from earlier in the evening.

Me: Dude. Jazz and I won the Pickleball tournament.

Aiden: Seriously? That’s awesome!

Me: And I almost kissed her when we got home, but I chickened out and went inside.

Aiden: Dude.

Me: I know. It was like one minute ago and I’m still frustrated with myself.

Aiden: Did she want you to kiss her?

Me: She was giving me all the signals, yeah.

Aiden: Then what are you waiting for? Go kiss her.

Me: The moment has passed.

Aiden: The fuck it has. Barge into her place and show her what you want. She’ll love that.

I chuckled to myself. Aiden had been right. And if not for his push, I wouldn’t have done it. I couldn’t wait to tell him what had happened. He was going to be thrilled.

But he was coming home today, so I would wait to tell him in person. I wanted to see the look on his face. It was rare to give a buddy news this good.

I put the phone away and looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping next to me.

What was going to happen now?