Collide Gamer

Chapter 33 – Into the shower [Erotic Content]

‘Rave likes confidence,’ John thought and headed towards the shower. Her liking confidence wasn’t the only reason to display it. It helped though. Attractive women were the motivators to end all motivators. He stripped right back out of his clothes and walked over to the bathroom door.

The shower was in the corner of the artificially lit room. Two walls of milky glass obscured the moving form of his dream girl. Even blurred by steam, her curves were pure allure. He stopped closer and knocked twice. “Room for one more?” he asked with as much suaveness as he could muster. Less than he wanted, more than he thought.

“Mhm, dunno,” Rave’s silhouette raised a hand. In his mind’s eye, he could see her index finger tap on her chin and that playfully contemplative look she put on when she had already made a decision. “Why don’t ya try and find out?”

John smiled, pulled the door open, and stepped inside. The wall of steam immediately dampened his skin. Swiftly he pulled the glass close behind him. The running water was hot. Not quite as hot as the bath had been, yet hot nevertheless. All bearable to be in his own little world with her though.

The shower was not made for two people. They had to stand chest to back, to both be in the stream. The last remains of shampoo were washing out of her pink hair. When it was wet, John could really see how much volume there was to it. She smiled over her shoulder, doubtlessly feeling his dick pressing against her backside. “This is how ya want to start the day, hm?” she winked at him, then turned her face back to the water. “Continue.”

John licked his lips and wrapped his arms around her torso. To explore her curves all over again remained a privilege, no matter how well he had them mapped out already. He kissed his way up from her shoulder to her ear.

“That tickles,” she giggled. “Trying to be romantic, tiger?”

“Maybe?” he whispered. “Is it working?”

“Mhm, I wonder,” she purred. One of his hands moved to her breasts. The water made his palm glide effortlessly over the smooth mound. He found the nipple, pointy and enticing. Softly, he rolled it between two fingers. Rave let out a low moan. “I do like that.” Her butt rubbed up and down his dick. A gratuitous reward, for a service to her curves that was reward in and of itself.

“How about this?” he asked and nibbled on her earlobe. Her shoulder pushed him back.

“Nah, that ain’t doing it for me. Try lower.” Back to her neck he went, kissing every bit of skin he could reach once and then once again. Lustful sighs echoed over the running water. “What’s that other hand up to?”

“Good things,” he promised her and curved two fingers inside her. The constant stream of water washed away the wetness on her lower lips, but her insides were ready. She gasped.

“So aggressive today,” she purred. “Did popping your cherry do that much for ya?”

John tensed up a bit. He didn’t remember telling her he was a virgin. “How did you…?”

“Hey, even I pick up some stuff.” She rested her head against his neck, while gazing up at him. “John Newman, local nerd, plain looking and always staring with tired, pervy eyes. An unassuming guy in a school full of rich hotties and studs. Often bullied, rarely approached. ‘Course ya were a virgin. Nobody would give ya the time of day.” He felt red hot and it was not because of the shower. Rave turned around on the spot and put her arms around his neck. “And ya made me ahegao in real life, so I think I should thank all of them for keeping ya available for me with all their gossip. All ya needed was some motivation.”

John wasn’t quite sure what she meant by that. His new powers and the way he could grind to gain more? Herself and the very obvious interest he had in her? Perhaps she had caught onto his dream of wanting a harem somehow? ‘I’m absolutely overthinking this,’ he thought and just nodded. A moment later, he tasted her lips again.

Rave grinded her crotch against his erect penis. Warm water washed over them. She got on her toes, so he could align himself. “Oh wait a second there, tiger… ya upgraded when I wasn’t looking,” she gave him a once over. “Still kinda thin, but that’s much better,” she purred after giving his shoulder a squeeze. She stopped at his dick. “Did that get bigger again too?”

“Achievement for losing my virginity,” he told her openly. “Another centimetre.”

Rave suddenly dropped down and looked at his dick intently. Just five days ago, the scene of a woman like her squatting in front of him and staring at his crotch would have turned him crimson. He wasn’t quite sure yet how he would react with other women. With Rave it just felt right. Special and yet totally normal. “The difference two centimetres make, huh?” she mumbled. Her eyes trailed down a little further. “Oh, that reminds me! Wait here a second.”

Dashing out of the shower, Rave left him there perplexed. When she returned, she held a bottle of some kind of shampoo. “Alchemical hair removal for male intimate zones,” John read the label. “You got that for me?”

“No, I got that for me, ‘cause I hate having your ball hairs tickling me,” Rave told him and squirted the shampoo-like liquid onto her hand. Before John could try to justify that he did not want a razor anywhere near that part of his body, she was already slathering him up. She worked his shaft and balls with the slippery fluid, one a lot gentler than the other.

Up and down her hand moved, at a rapid pace. Rave bit her lower lip playfully, her eyes following his changes in expression. “I’m going to… Rave I want to…”

“You’ll be ready in two minutes again anyway,” she purred and worked his cock until he pumped the first load of the day all over her face. On her soaked wet hair, the thick white of his cum was extremely visible. Rave closed her eyes and just let it shower her, a lewd grin on her face.

“Is that… part of the instructions?” John asked jokingly.

“Nah, I just like to mess with ya.” Rave licked her lips and caught some of the cum running down her features.

“You don’t mind the taste?” John wondered. He often heard that cum wasn’t pleasant. For his part he was not and would not be tempted to even try, so he could only trust the hearsay.

“It's kinda yucky, not gonna lie, but it's not terrible.” She put the shower back on and rubbed the lotion off his skin.

John watched, fascinated, as his hairs simply evaporated. From the bothersome hairs on his sack to the stubbles that grew in his shaven pubic area. All that remained was smooth, hairless skin. His dick had never looked this good. No part of him had ever looked as good as he did today. “You really are a blessing.”

“I know right? And Moi-Moi thinks I’m a bad influence,” Rave shook her head and got back up. The cum had been washed out of her hair and so they were right back to where they started. “Use it once a week and it’ll stop the hairs from growing back.”

“Will do,” he answered, then pushed against her. “What now?”

“I dunno, tiger – what now?” she challenged him. Their lips were closing in again. A paper would have fit between them, nothing more. “Ya wanna show me more of that aggressive side?”

“Oh, I’ll show you, alright,” he whispered and then surged forward. Hard, he pushed her against the shower wall. Rave moaned into his mouth. ‘Little thrill seeker,’ he thought, when she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him in even deeper. Their tongues were wrestling. Admittedly, that was all he was really doing with the kiss. He was way too concentrated on aligning himself with her entrance and then pushing inside.

“Hmmmm, not sure if I’m a size queen but if ya keep growing I might become one,” Rave gasped when he was all the way inside again.

John wanted her to become whatever she wished, as long as she became that alongside him. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t want a dominatrix or anything too out there. He wanted her to feel good because he was doing things to her.

Starting at a crawling pace, he accelerated with the flow of their love juices. In and out, watching her every little reaction. He tried to find that spot again that had driven her mad with passion yesterday. Either it wasn’t accessible at this angle or she just didn’t feel it as much. There had been a lot going on yesterday. ‘This isn’t good enough. I need her to shout my name. I want her to pant and writhe all over again. Climax after climax, until she can’t even fathom another man.’

The desperate plea and the focus on his action intertwined in the creation of a new Skill. He stopped suddenly, to read the description and to deal with the sudden surge of muscle memories he got. “Whatever window ya staring at, it better be worth stopping in the middle of this,” Rave grumbled.

“It should be,” John stated and dismissed the window. With newfound confidence, he held her by the narrow waist and thrust up into her. The impact made her cute little tits bounce and send drops of water flying off. The shower kept streaming down John’s back. Its purpose seemed to be only to heat the little chamber up to match the fire in their bodies.

Not a moment passed and John pushed back inside her. Legs slightly bent, face buried in her neck, he started pounding her hard. All instincts pushed him to match Rave’s greed with intensity. The martial artist could take anything he could dish out anyway.

“Oh, wha- ye- u- aaahhh,” Rave let out a stream of incoherent noises. Half-started thoughts that John was interrupting by rutting into her. Short fingernails scraped over his back. Her thighs were constantly trembling. She barely stood, almost entirely hanging from him. The little boosts in Strength and Endurance had been direly needed for this.

John felt every spasm, every shiver that went through her. This was what he wanted. The moans, the caressing of his hair, the closeness. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. Three words lay on his lips, but he could not bring himself to say them. Not there, not now. “I’m…” he started another sentence instead.

“W-with, c-cum with me!” Rave shouted in a high-pitched tone.

It was only a matter of seconds, then her quivering quim clenched down on his cock. The writhing of the walls pushed him over the edge, stuck deep in her tight snatch. For the first time that day, he painted her insides white with his seed.

They both swayed dangerously. Balance was difficult. Breathing was difficult. All was white lightning and steam. They were unified in instinct and lust, until they diverged. John’s orgasm ebbed away, hers continued for another five seconds, the aftershocks for much longer than that.

She swallowed audibly, blinked slowly to get her gaze back into focus. “Wow… just, wow,” she gasped. “Wasn’t quite yesterday but… ya really got a talent for this. Can ya do that again?”

“I can do better,” he promised. “I got a Skill for it.”

Rave laughed. “Oh, that’s just bullshit! Ya gonna ruin me for everyone else.”

‘That’s the plan,’ John thought.

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