We'll have to take it slow, Syd had cautioned him. Ease her into it, she'd said.

That was less than an hour ago...

...and now, here they were.

Apparently, her definition of taking it slow was a bit different from his.

Not for the first time, Ryan found himself hoping that the little brat knew what she was doing.

"I didn't catch that, Amy." Bending forward at the waist, Syd cupped a hand over her ear. The smug glance she sent him made her intentions obvious. "Try again. Louder this time. What did you say you wanted me to do?"

If heat rising to your cheeks wasn't just a metaphor, Ryan would have been looking around for a fire extinguisher to put Amy out. From her forehead to her neckline, the woman had turned a violent shade of pure crimson, and seemed to be darkening further with every passing second.

Peeking out from behind her fingers, she mumbled something into her palms.

"Nope, still can't make out what she's saying." Syd tilted her head. "I don't know, Ryan... do you think we should just stop here and call it a night?"

"N-no!"

"Oh, wow! She can speak after all." A finger tapped thoughtfully against her pursed lips. "But I'm not quite sure what she meant. No, we shouldn't keep going?"

"No! I mean, yes... no! Argh!" Amy made a frustrated noise. "No, I don't want you two to stop!"

"Aha!" Syd's eyes glittered in triumph as she whirled to face Amy again. "See? That wasn't so hard, now, was it?"

"...you have no idea."

Rather than reply, Syd just smirked in response, letting her words hang in the air.

"Syd..." Ryan began, putting a cautionary hand on her shoulder.

"Don't Syd me," she said, dropping her voice comically low to imitate his concerned tone. "She's loving this. See?"

Ryan's gaze followed Syd's pointing finger. It tracked up the counter that Amy was seated on, lingering briefly on the smooth, defined muscle of her calves and thighs. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what he was supposed to be looking at, and then he suddenly understood.

The utilitarian grey panties Amy was wearing were absolutely soaked.

His eyebrows went up.

...oh. So it's like that.

Noticing the direction of their scrutiny, she clamped her legs together, twisting her lower body sideways and covering herself with both arms.

"It's not..." she squeaked out in a tiny voice. "Please don't look."

Syd rolled her eyes. Finally deciding to relent, she stepped out of the shower. Wet feet slapped on tile as she crossed the tiny room to stand in front of Amy.

"Ames." Placing her hands on Amy's upper arms, Syd stared into her eyes. "Hey. Look at me, Amy. I'm sorry for teasing you. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're not here to judge you, alright?" Her gaze flicked downwards. "Like I told you before, I think it's hot that you're into this." She gestured towards the visible proof of Ryan's arousal. "And Ryan thinks so, too."

Outside Syd's line of sight, Ryan gave her a nod, accompanied by an apologetic half-shrug.

"Tonight, we're here for you, Amy," she continued. "So... let's get this show on the road already. You've got no idea how horny I am right now. Just tell me what you want to see me do. Or tell Ryan what you want to see him do, if you'd rather."

"R-right." Amy let out a shaky breath. "Just... tell you what I want to see. Okay. I can do that." With a visible effort, she gathered her resolve, then resumed her previous position facing the shower. "I can do that," she repeated. "What I want to see..." A faint, tentative grin crept onto her features. "Ryan, I want you to... to k-kiss her again. Please."

Syd snorted at the tame nature of the request, but wisely decided not to press the issue.

"Like this?" she asked, then ducked back under the stream of water, allowing Ryan to plant a chaste kiss on her proffered cheek.

"Ah, no..." Amy hesitated, then made a furtive grabbing gesture. "The way you did before..."

Gently wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, he pulled Syd in closer.

"I think she meant something more like this," Ryan suggested, then sealed her lips with a kiss.

This time their embrace was deeper. Slower. More passionate. Syd moaned into his mouth as their tongues played against one another.

Her leg came up, and he hooked his free arm under her knee, taking some of her weight so that she could lean against his chest. She clung to him, the points of her nails digging into his back as he lifted her slippery body up off the floor.

The burn on his side sent him a warning twinge, promising that he was going to regret exerting himself like this, but he ignored it. That would be a problem for tomorrow-Ryan to deal with. Shifting his grip to support her better, he slid both hands under the lithe woman's tight, shapely butt, then took a careful step forward, putting her shoulders up against the glass shower enclosure.

Syd made a purring, almost-catlike sound. Arching her back, she rubbed herself against him, her frantic up-and-down grinding aided by the water and lingering foam.

Eventually, by unspoken, mutual agreement, they separated, the long kiss leaving both gasping for breath. A shimmering thread of saliva hung in the air between them, keeping them connected for a moment longer before it, too, parted. Carefully, Ryan lowered Syd back to her feet, then turned to check in with Amy.

"Better?" he asked her.

"Oh my gosh, yes," she breathed. Behind her long, blonde lashes, Amy's grey eyes sparkled. "That was... incredible."

Her own hand had slipped back into its previous position between her legs, seemingly without her notice.

"Mmm, yeah. It was, wasn't it?" Syd licked her lips. "What's next?"

Amy frowned, considering, her index and middle fingers continuing to trace idle circles over the dark patch on her panties as she thought.

"Next, you two should... ah... finish washing each other?"

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"Was that a question," Syd wondered out loud, "or an order?"

"Come on, give her a break," Ryan said, nodding towards the soap and holding out his palm.

Syd grabbed the bottle with a mischievous grin. Disregarding his offered hand, she turned it upside-down, spraying a liberal amount directly onto his body, then tossed the now-empty container over her shoulder.

Using one hand, she lathered up his good side, caressing the soap into the muscles of his chest and back. She made an appreciative noise when her fingers ran over his abdominals, and another, longer one while she massaged his upper arms.

Her other trailed lightly down his waist. The tips of her fingers danced across his balls, then began to stroke the shaft, moving with a teasing tempo that made his already rock-hard cock jump and twitch in response.

Through the glass divider, he saw Amy reach back to unhook her bra. It dropped away, revealing her heavy, upturned breasts with their faint dusting of freckles and stiff, pink nipples.

Receiving an enthusiastic, soapy handjob in the shower from a petite beauty was already a dream come true... but knowing that there was another gorgeous woman in the room with them, watching in rapt fascination? That added an entirely new, erotic dimension to the already-charged scene.

This better not awaken anything in me, he thought to himself.

Then Syd took a firmer grip on him and started to pump in earnest, blowing away any lingering concerns.

Not content to let her dictate the pace, Ryan lathered up his own hands. He started by caressing and squeezing her soapy breasts, taking a moment to toy with the metal studs in her nipples and earning an approving gasp in response, before sliding down her flat stomach towards the nook between her thighs.

Syd bucked against his hand as his finger skimmed over her entrance.

"Fuck yes," she moaned. "More. Fuck me, Ryan."

"Amy only told us to finish washing each other off, dirty girl," he observed playfully, continuing to lightly brush his fingers along the length of her slit, back and forth. "Aren't we supposed to be letting her run the show?"

"Ohhh, fffuck! That's not fair!" Syd whined in frustration, trying without success to push herself further onto his hand. "Amyyy! Hurry up and tell him to finger fuck me already!"

Amy's expression had gone nearly slack, mouth hanging open and eyes heavy-lidded as she watched, spellbound. The woman didn't seem aware that she was clutching her breasts in a grip hard enough to make the flesh go white where it squeezed between her spread fingers. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm that, he suddenly realized, was matching the movements of his own fingers.

Syd's entreaty seemed to snap her out of her trance. However, she didn't immediately respond. Instead, she shot Ryan a questioning glance. He gave her a cheeky grin of encouragement, and after a moment, she returned it.

"I don't know," she mused in an unconvincingly-calm tone while continuing to touch herself. "I'm enjoying, ah, watching this."

"Amy, look, I'm sorry that I teased you earlier!" Syd said, her pleading voice growing increasingly desperate. "Just tell him! I'm sorry that I – hnnn, fuck! – peeked at your phone! I'm sorry that I made fun of you for watching that stupid – fuck! – that stupid high school musical movie so many times! Please, just fucking tell him!"

"Oh, I suppose. Ah! You heard her, Ryan. Do it."

"Do what?"

"You know... ah, like Syd said. F-finger her."

"Finger what her?"

"F... fuck her," Amy whispered. Then, louder, "Finger fuck her, Ryan. I want you to finger fuck her."

"Your wish is my command."

His finger dipped into her, and she screamed, clamping down on him. She was molten hot on the inside, and sopping wet.

"Oooh, fucking finally!" she gritted out between clenched teeth as he gave her what she'd asked for.

His finger rapidly slid in and out, thumb brushing against her clit as he pumped her tight tunnel. Feeling her begin to relax, he slipped a second in to join it, eliciting another loud moan from her.

"You're a very dirty girl," he told her. "Especially down here. It's going to take a lot of scrubbing to get you clean."

"Fuuuck, yes. Yes. Coming!" Syd's orgasm came without warning. Her whole body suddenly went rigid, then she collapsed against him as he continued to work his fingers through her climax without slowing his pace. "Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck, too much!" Weakly, she tapped his arm. "Give me a second to catch my breath first!"

Ryan complied, deciding to show mercy. Placing his hands on her hips, he held her upright until the woman's still-wobbling knees and shaking thighs were once again able to support her without assistance.

"Keep going, Ryan," Amy ordered, her voice heavy with lust. "She's been a bad girl. You need to... p-punish her more."

One of the woman's hands had worked its way inside her panties. The other tugged on a nipple, pulling and twisting as she crushed her breasts together.

"Wait, what?" Syd protested, but with an undeniable glimmer of satisfaction in her eye. She winked at him, then said over her shoulder, "Amy, no, it's too much! If he keeps going –"

He looked over to Amy, raising his eyebrows questioningly, and she made a small sound of annoyance.

"Fuck her, Ryan. Bend her over and fuck her right now."

"Sorry about this," he told Syd apologetically, watching her grin widen as he spoke. "Orders are orders."

Even as she continued to complain, Syd pressed her palms against the glass, presenting her upraised ass to him and spreading her legs. He guided the tip of his cock downwards until it touched the lovely, swollen pinkness beneath him. Syd groaned at the contact, but went silent as he began applying pressure.

"Fuck," she said, "it's huge."

It didn't sound like a complaint.

Ryan turned to lock eyes with Amy, then leaned forward, taking his time to sink inch after inch into Sydney's tiny, hot tunnel. She shuddered, moaning as he plunged towards her center, and Amy joined in the chorus with a whimper of her own.

"NhoooOOOH! Okay, t-that's as far as we can go right now," she said, gasping, after nearly half his length had disappeared into her. "No deeper, please."

Ryan obliged her, slowly withdrawing. The sight of her pussy lips wrapped around his shaft, gripping desperately to keep him inside, was practically overwhelming. Forcing himself to relax, he began to rock his hips, pushing in and pulling out with slow, shallow, deliberate motions.

"Ughhh, yes," Syd's panting groans filled the room, drowning out the patter of the shower, as she writhed and squirmed. Her core clenched again, clamping down with a force that nearly made Ryan wince. "I'm... I'm..." With a squeal, she suddenly slammed herself back onto him, bottoming herself out on him.

"AHH! COMING!"

That did it.

With a scream, Syd came, her greedy insides locking around his shaft like she was trying to wring him dry.

Ryan gasped, then growled, rising to his tiptoes as he did his best not to push Syd past her limits. For a moment, everything seemed to slow, his thoughts kicking into overdrive the same way that they did in life-threatening situations. Every detail snapped into perfect clarity.

Syd's pale gleaming back rolled like a sine wave, her wet curls flying, her tight ass wiggling from side to side as she spasmed around him. Her eyes, alight with sheer ecstasy, glanced back at him, then to Amy.

The sounds of wet flesh colliding rose and fell as the two synchronized. Her arching and his thrusts matched, harmonizing to bring them both to the peak, and beyond.

To bring all three of them past the peak, he realized, seeing Amy's head snap back. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as she came together with them.

A subjective eternity later, their mutual orgasm subsided.

When Ryan gently eased back, the sound of him popping free was ludicrously loud, clearly heard even over the sound of the shower.

"Yeah, I'm done," she said with a weak chuckle, sagging as if his cock had been the only thing holding her upright. "That was amazing, but I need to lay down now."

Waving off his offer of assistance, she struggled to her feet. Then, leaning against the wall, she stumbled out of the shower and back into the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet, soapy footprints behind her.

Amy stepped forward, offering her a shoulder to lean on.

"Holy shit," Syd muttered, glancing back sleepily as Amy half-walked, half-carried her towards the bed. "It looks like Ryan's already good to go for another round." And he was, he realized. Something about the sight of the two mostly-naked women clinging to one another... "Are you sure you don't want to take him for a ride?" she asked.

"Syd!" Amy said, almost dropping her in shock.

"S'fine," she slurred, her eyes drifting closed. "Maybe next time... boss fight would be easier with a tank holding aggro..."