Girl from the Shower (smut)

I called Butch.

His real name was Ben, but everyone I knew called him Butch. He was the overweight kid in our class who had also gotten popular because of live streaming gameplays, but for me he was a very useful business partner. He worked freelance just like me, and whenever one of us was unavailable we used to swap clients.

So while Tara was busy in the shower murmuring some old Backstreet Boys, I took my phone and dialed the guy's number.

"I need help," that was our codeword when one of us was in a fucked up situation.

"What now? Another vacation?"

"Something worse. I-" then I paused. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to even give a hint of Unet to someone who wasn't playing the game. "- I need you to handle my clients. I'm going to accept orders from them and send the details over to you. The price is as usual. You get a 70% cut I get the 30."

"Come on Alex, I am way busy these days. There's this girl I've been having a crush on for a while and we're finally going on a date! Remember how we used to joke how the first one of us to get a girlfriend should give the other a treat? Well, the treat's on me!"

I bit my lip. He was going on his date, and I was about to have sex.

"I can't accept no for an answer Butch. I'm in a very…uh, bad place right now-"

"Did you start buying drugs?"

I heard the shower close in the bathroom.

"No, for fuck's sake. Just accept the jobs and I'll send you the money. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah fine. And where's congratulations for getting a girl-"

I hung up the phone. Congratulations could wait. But that was one job done. With Butch accepting my orders I still had a source of income, even though that income was 70% less than what I usually got. But screw that. At least that will make sure I won't fall to the levels of Tara. She was pretty to seduce someone, but if I went broke I'd rather earn money by acting like a punching bag.

The bathroom door creaked open and Tara walked in wearing just a towel.

"Can you order some food?" she asked, removing strands of hair plastered to her face. "I usually get hungry after sex."

"What do you want?"

"Love some cheeseburgers, probably with something to drink. I used to eat them a lot with the girls back in my last year of high school. Then this shit started."

"I'll order four with some cola. I'm hungry too."

I opened my phone and added four cheeseburgers for delivery, then threw it to bed.

"Let's have your reward Alex," by then Tara had come close to me.

Her knees were brushing mine, and without a warning she tugged the edges of her towel, letting the fabric fall down to the ground.

For a moment I was in stunned silence. I admired every inch of her body from her soft breasts to the perfect curves to her bush. I moved my hands, grabbing her ass and pulling her body closer to mine. I kissed the spot beneath her navel, and I heard a soft moan.

"How do you want to do it?" she asked, gently running fingers over my hair.

I stood up from the bed and kissed her, sending her into silence. The truth is, I didn't know. I was more nervous than the time I sniped the man.

Her lips were still soft, and now her hair smelled of shampoo. But I slowly pulled back, letting myself drift away from the kiss.

"Uh…we might need-"

"Oh, right!" Tara said, then walked to the cupboard below the TV. "Where is it?"

She bent down, and god damn if she did it intentionally because the view of her back was enough to make my dick tear off the underwear. I removed my shirt quickly, the speed almost tearing the cloth off, and then pulled down my trousers.

Tara was busy searching. She pulled out a box of tissues, a set of plastic plates, before finally taking out a little cardboard box. "Got the condoms right here."

I was busy pulling off my shirt to be surprised. "They have these in here?"

"Comes in free of charge," she said.

She pulled one and tore it off with her mouth, then took her time putting it in. "Have you done it with someone before?"

"No," I said. "But you don't have to worry."

The view I saw gave me exactly what I needed. After she was done, I kissed her gently then turned her around before bending her on the bed. As if getting my cue she climbed to the bed and knelt on all fours.

I'm about to fuck her. If my high school self knew this two years ago my life would have been much better.

I got into the bed on my knees and grabbed her ass and pulled her close. She made a cute moaning sound when our bodies touched.

"You like this don't you?" I said, gripping my member and positioning it before her slit.

"Mmmgh," she gave a soft breath when I gently sent it in. "You know how to talk a girl to bed."

I pushed it in.

Damn, she's wet.

I started moving my hips, my hands still on her ass, squeezing it tight. Tara let out a soft moan when I started to move, and her body moved in rhythm. The view in front of me would be in my memories forever. The girl of my dreams now finally bent down taking my dick.

I moved my hands, gently caressing her butt before positioning it near her butthole.

Let's take a look at your asshole…

I gently prod my fingers watching her little butthole as I increased my pace. I felt her tighten, and her moans were starting to be more audible.

Oh, she likes it…

I almost wanted to say it, but held it back. But when my pace increased gradually, and her movements matched mine, I couldn't bite back the words.

Instead of gently caressing her ass I lifted my hand and slapped her buttcheeks.

"You are such a slut Tara."

"Mmmmgh…"

She moved faster, her moans growing louder after hearing my words. She gripped the edges of the pillow like she's about to tear it apart, and I increased my pace with hers.

Creak, creak, creak…

That was the sound of the bed. I hoped the motel didn't charge extra costs on broken beds. But that wasn't a problem. In that moment I was in a bliss of pleasure. It was like riding a wave, and I knew I was almost about to ejaculate.

I bent myself down, moving my hands to her breasts until I felt her rock hard nipples. I pinched them gently, and Tara's body almost shook and she let started panting.

"Do you like it?" I asked, holding her breasts while playing with her nipples from my fingers.

"Yes…yes…"

I felt the pressure build up, and then I released it in the climax, feeling the cum shoot out. Tara let out a loud moan at the same time, the walls of her pussy tightening up as I sent out spurts. The feeling was there for a few moments before then I slowly pulled out, and we both fell to the beds exhausted.

We were both sweating like runners in a marathon, and the little bed wasn't enough to hold both our bodies. I pulled out the condom and threw it to the bin beside the bed, and then fell back to it. Tara was beside me, her eyes fluttering and her mouth still giving occasional gasps.

"Now that…" she said between breaths. "Was worth it….and now I'm hungry."

I felt like someone sucked the blood out of me, but I managed to find my phone.

"The delivery will take some time," I said, looking at the phone.

Tara pulled me by my hand and hugged me. "Then let's take a nap. And put that ceiling fan on. These motels don't replace sheets."

Luckily the fan controls were just beside the bed, and with the air finally falling upon me, and Tara's warm body huddled close, I slowly fell into sleep.