Chris stretched his hands and reached straight for her p*ssy.
He rubbed her clit slowly with passion. Irene let out loud moans, but Chris lodged his mouth into hers to keep her quiet while at the same time deep kissing her.
It went on for five minutes - the fingering, the slow rubbing of her clit, the moans, the pure ecstasy of having sex in the shower.
Chris gave her a wild look, then turned her face to the wall with her butt facing him. She groaned lightly.
He bent her waist backward a bit toward him to give that anchored shape. Then he steered his waist closer to hers and lodged his cock into her p*ssy from the back.
Irene moaned.
He started thrusting at a medium pace while holding up her head. The shower rained on them the entire time, adding more stimulation- making everything even wetter.
After what seemed like ten minutes, Chris let out a hoarse moan.
"Damn… that was good."
He nutted inside her.
Irene turned, smiling at him, and muttered, "Bad boy."
They both finished showering and stepped out into the room.
Irene got dressed, grabbed her bag, and said, "I have to go now."
"Text me when you get home safe," Chris replied.
He walked her downstairs, opened the door, and kissed her goodbye.
Irene felt butterflies in her stomach. Her face turned red, blushing all the way back home and it was clear as daylight she loved every bit of it
Immediately she got home, she jumped onto her couch, gasping and smiling from sheer excitement.
She pulled out her phone.
She didn't text Chris.
Instead, she saw 10 missed calls and 12 messages from June.
The last one read: "Bitch are you dead or alive, should I call the police?"
Irene laughed hard and dialed June's number quickly.
But June was on another call.
Irene waited five minutes and tried again but she was still busy.
June sent a quick text:
"I'll call you back, I'm talking to Caleb."
Irene nodded to herself. "Take your time, sis."
She then texted Chris:
"I'm home honey."
"Great," he replied.
Then - he called her on FaceTime.
The moment she answered, he just stared into her eyes for a full ten seconds.
"Why that look?" Irene asked.
Chris: Nothing… you just have pretty eyes.
Irene: Don't make me blush.
Chris: Haha, you already did. Anyway, our first encounter was wonderful. I enjoyed every bit of it- and every inch of you.
Irene: I couldn't agree less. I loved it too! You're a bad boy. A monster in bed, you know that?
Chris: I couldn't agree less.
Irene: Now you're just copying me.
Chris: Maybe. I just like everything about you.
Irene: Hmm, I see.
Chris: More of this to come, perhaps?
Irene: Definitely.
Chris chuckled softly.
Chris: Careful… you sound like you're getting addicted.
She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her.
Irene: Relax baby boy, don't get ahead of yourself.
Chris: Too late. I've been ahead since the moment you looked at me like that.
She bit her lip slightly, shaking her head.
Irene: You're so full of yourself.
Chris: And you like it.
Irene looked at him through the screen, her expression softening. The buring desire to ask the golden question.
Irene: So what now? What are we?
Chris leaned back, studying her.
Chris: Now… you and I are official.
Irene blushed.
Irene: I'm glad I met you, Chris.
Chris smirked.
Chris: I'm glad I met you too. All thanks to the café.
That made her laugh.
Irene: You're dangerous, you know that?
Chris: Only if you let me be.
She glanced away, then back at him.
Irene: I should probably get some rest… today was a lot.
Chris nodded, softer now.
Chris: Yeah… get some rest, my love.
Then-
Chris: Text me later?
Irene: I will, honey.
He looked at her a moment longer.
Chris: Good. I love you. Bye.
Irene tilted her head.
Irene: Bye, Chris. I love you too.
The first time Chris had told her he loved her. Her head wanted to explode from excitement.
Just as she was about to put her phone down, it buzzed.
June calling.
Irene laughed. "I'm in trouble."
She answered.
Silence… for about three seconds.
Then-
"BITCH WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" June's voice exploded.
"I've been calling and texting and you never answered. Tell me why!"
Irene laughed softly.
"It's not funny," June snapped. "You had me worried sick."
"Okay, okay, my bad. I'm sorry," Irene said. "My phone was on Do Not Disturb… I didn't want any disturbances. I'll tell you everything."
"ABOUT TIME BABY! I WANT EVERY SINGLE DETAIL!" June shouted.
And so Irene started talking.
She told June about:
His apartment
The soft symphony playing in the corner
The candlelit table
The Italian-style pasta he made
The red wine
The conversations
The laughter
The romantic moments
June stayed quiet - which was unlike her.
"June? Are you there?" Irene asked.
"I'm listening, sis… I'm just overwhelmed. This man did all that for you?" June said. "DAMN GIRL HE GENUINELY LOVES YOU."
"I know, right!" Irene replied, blushing hard.
"Okay and?" June pressed.
"I know there's more. You said everything so tell me everything. Leave nothing out."
"But that's private…" Irene said.
"BITCH BETWEEN YOU AND I THERE'S NOTHING PRIVATE. STOP PLAYING AND TELL ME. NOW!" June roared.
Irene burst out laughing.
"You're crazy."
"Yeah bitch, I know."
"Fine," Irene sighed.
"After dinner, he invited me to watch a film…"
"Girl, say it already!" June cut in.
"I am - but you keep interrupting!" Irene shot back.
"You're taking forever. Get to the point!"
Irene laughed again.
"We moved to the couch. He put on a romantic film… popcorn, drinks, sweets - everything to set the mood."
"Okay… and?" June said impatiently.
Irene hesitated for a second… then smiled.
"Things got heated… and he kissed me…"