Mystery Lake

[17] Shower Sex

Jake got undressed for her before something was torn in her fervor. Roxanne marveled at him for a quiet moment. The alluring ways the freaky magic of that lake had twisted the template of Jess and infused it with reasonable and absurd masculinity were a revelation. The lean contours of Jess's face retained a playful energy despite the broadness of his shoulders and the sharpness of his chin. As Joel, standing so close would have pushed him away, like two like-sided magnets. But Roxanne felt like she couldn't help but join in his influence, his aroma, and his gentle love, just waiting there for her to seize it.

Refined abs dominated his chest, intense muscles swelled across his body, and perfectly swept brown hair accentuated his familiar and yet unexpected face. This was Jess, not that Roxane needed any proof of that fact. This wasn't some secret brother or other relative of hers. This was her, transfigured in so many subtle and enormous ways. Like putting on a silly cartoon muscle suit, only the muscles and everything else were real.

But it was still and always precious Jess, who gently poked him when he needed it, reminding him of so many appointments that slipped past his ears, dispensing humble advice that made him groan when he received it but which changed his life. A girl playfully adventurous and yet intensely protective. A soft, squishy snuggle bunny and a determined force willing to blast through anything that stood in her way. Carrying a bold tapestry on her arm, and also shy about looking scary.

Between Jake's legs, the mystery and ambiguity of that prized kielbasa were drawn away, presenting its full potential. She had imagined it in a few different ways but still managed to be surprised by the truth. It was indeed a fat, throbbing sausage, unhindered by tufts of hair and proudly posed on a fleshy beanbag pedestal. Joel saw plenty of examples strolling through the lockers and showers of the gym. Again, he would've ignored it all or made a joke. Not much of an expert, even with personal familiarity. But Jess's had to be pretty close to perfect because of who it was attached to. Porn stars would surely be jealous, and smaller men would lash out bitterly. She seized it.

His response was immediate. Already summoning blood from throughout his body, the rush order came through marked urgent. Her knee-jerk reaction was to detach herself from the full reality of what she was holding. Just an overgrown love button, just a harmless meat straw, just that fried sausage wiggling a little. But she didn't want to detach from the moment; she didn't want to make Jess's body an impersonal thing. Neither Jake nor Jess deserved that, whether a boy, a girl, or anywhere in between, or even outside those boundaries where Layla roamed. This was her girlfriend/boyfriend's dick, and she was going to respect it.

However, Jake wasn't prepared for the vigorous handling that followed, as she kneaded, rubbed, traced, squeezed, and artfully manipulated the blazing tower as if it were a pliant hunk of clay warmed by an unseen sun.

"Holy crap, babe... please, slow down just a bit," Jake whimpered, panting. "Or else... or else...consequences."

Roxanne opted not to heed this warning, instead chasing Miranda's personal best with Ross on the pier. She opened her mouth and did exactly what she promised humorously to those dark creatures. No yellow mustard, but she expected some additional flavors soon.

Her boy flailed and moaned as she threw a thousand mental warnings behind her and sucked, caressed, licked, and did so many other things that flew past her mental filter at the speed of light. It didn't matter that Jake had an aroma far removed from Jess's counterpart and that the sweat and grime of the day, the car, and that horrifying diner bothered the pizza family just settling in below. Or that she was literally trying to swallow more than she should have. Something irrational was driving her on almost as much as another irrational arrangement was holding her back and restricting her with countless silly admonishments.

Jake had to muffle a scream as his fingers curled around the towel bar beside him, trembling with a gyration of pleasure far more earnest and necessary than any earlier display. Roxanne accepted the consequences, but there was a lot more of it than she anticipated. She couldn't hold all the love in and had to let some of it dribble out of her mouth, onto her chest, and even a little onto her legs and the floor below.

Swallowing all that took effort. It wasn't the best thing, feeling like it was coming back around and dipping down. Again, she didn't get sick, but it felt close. Jake kissing her on the lips helped, but she felt bad about still having some in her mouth.

The best analogy she could come up with, even though it wasn't one she wanted to dwell on because the mere thought upset the pizza people, was somewhere between hot snot and egg-white congestion. The unfamiliar texture was more of an issue than the flavor, which she did her best to suck down without sampling. But it was salty and bitter. Maybe lovers of anchovy pizza could appreciate it, but she didn't know what the heck Miranda was talking about with tangy, sweet chili. Maybe if she chased it with some barbecue sauce.

Jake looked down with concern and offered a towel to help her wipe off. Roxanne declined, instead walking around the corner to wash herself off and rinse her throat. She had a quick cough but soon recovered.

It wasn't long before Jake joined her in the shower, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach, and giving her a loving kiss on the back of her neck as he held her close.

She wanted to turn her head and smile seductively about how sexy he was, how good that tasted, and how awesome it felt, but even without the loud coughing, she knew that Jake would've seen through that fib. Jake wiggled his eyebrows the way Jess often did when she wanted to make a point she didn't want to hammer home too hard.

Yes, they did this kind of thing the other way around, decently often. Roxanne reflected on the many times that Jess calmly and confidently presented the conclusion, like it was no big deal, certainly nothing like what she was still coughing about. She wouldn't take them back, but she would've reciprocated much more.

Jake continued to lavish kisses on her and gentle trace across her body. His hands explored the skin she barely cared about, soon seeking out the curves of her breasts. They were modest compared to the others, but Jake treated them like they were the best in the world. He teased her nipples to attention with a gentle massage and then moved to kneading them, coaxing a series of soft sounds from Roxanne that she didn't know she could make.

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"I love you," he whispered softly in her ear, and her heart pounded as hard as if she were in the middle of a heavy workout session at the gym.

Roxanne turned her head and embraced Jake's lips with her own as she melted against him, feeling the heat of him against her skin. Everything about being with Jake felt so familiar and yet so desperately foreign. She had been in charge and insistent about the first round, taking it on.

Now she was the receiver, and that nervous panic wanted to flutter and fly out like a trapped animal. But Jake was so comforting and enveloping that fussing would just be turning away from his love. His fingers continued to dance across her skin, teasing her with the slightest of touches and sending bolts of sensation straight through her as they traced across her chest and down between her legs. Jess had experience with this most intimate instrument and firmly pressed her first lesson upon Roxanne.

It wasn't long before Roxanne didn't know what the hell was happening to her, and she didn't know if she'd be able to stay on her feet.

"I have you," Jake whispered again as she gasped and panted, her fingers squeezing into Jake's arms as his fingers continued to drive her into a frenzy of sensations. She couldn't even begin to understand them. The best she could parse was like being pummeled by a storm at sea, and in the best way possible.

"I love you," he continued, his voice soft and reassuring, his hands strong and steady on her skin, his breath warm and soothing, and his lips sweet and tender. "Let go. I've got you. I can hold you."

Meekly terrified at what she was feeling beyond all rational thought but also blasted by the most remarkable fountain of tingling she had never before known, Roxanne closed her eyes and gave in. Jake told her what he was doing and made sure she approved, but she had been reduced to someone amid multiple Novocain shots at the dentist, only she was feeling everything instead of nothing. Was she broken? Was something wrong? This didn't seem like a normal thing.

She clung protectively to Jake as he took her to places that bordered on transcendence. Her entire lower half felt like a throbbing wellspring of undreamt pleasure. It was so much; it was too much. The dang boy hadn't even put it in! Just fingers and tongues. Was she going to die when the sausage went inside her?

Jake assured her that they would only go as far as she felt comfortable. She was already on a surreal cloud nine and practically out of her body. By the time the actual waves hit her, she didn't know how much more her spirit could take without completely unraveling into a pile of girly goop. It was good; it was so fucking good, but she was just along for the ride, and there wasn't anything she could do; she couldn't do anything; she couldn't...!

Roxanne's eyes rolled up in her head, and she felt an avalanche of pleasure run through her entire body, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair and everywhere in between, as the most wonderful, profound feeling rolled through her. The aftershocks continued, like she was on a vibrating string attached to the happiest depths of her soul.

As she came to her senses, Roxanne shivered as her butt rested gently on the tile floor, the thunder of the shower washing over her. Jake still had his arm around her protectively, holding her as she slowly got her bearings.

"Holy shit. That wasn't normal, right? Was I just a bad lover? That felt so freaking weird," Roxanne asked.

"You weren't a bad lover. However, you are a rare girl, it seems. I read somewhere a while ago that a relatively small percentage of women have full-body orgasms. You seem to be one of them. And I didn't even have to put the sausage in you." Jake grinned. "How was it? Looks like your soul left your body and flew away."

Roxanne looked at him wide-eyed. "I have no idea, but whatever it was, it was the most intense and amazing experience of my life."

"I'll bet. You haven't stopped smiling for the last few minutes," Jake chuckled. "Wanna go for round two?"

"I don't think I can. At least not in the shower. Let's just wash up. I need to shampoo my hair anyway." Roxanne sighed contentedly. Her crotch, barely above the cold floor because of her butt, was doing things she didn't understand, but it just felt so good. So damn good. Not only was the smile she felt on her face irrepressible, but her entire body had an effervescent energy she had never felt before and that she wished she could have forever.

Jake promised to take responsibility for finishing her shower while her legs recovered. She giggled like she was drunk or high as he massaged shampoo into her hair and rinsed it out. The smell of flowers washed over her, and she took it into her being with delight, inhaling it as if it could grant her even more happiness and energy to carry inside her.

When the shower was done, Jake turned off the water and wrapped his arms around Roxanne, lifting her up and carrying her like a princess. Roxanne laughed and kissed him on the cheek as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his shoulder.

Her mind was floating with bliss and love. She had never felt so content and at peace. Was this the kind of girl she would have been if she had been born as one? What a thought!

There's a small area on the other side of the shower that allowed Jake to gently set her down within easy reach of the support bars. She cuddled up to the towel he gave her and squeezed it affectionately around her body. Teasingly, she slid the material around her boobs to provide a deep curve of cleavage.

"You're okay, right?" Jake asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. Roxanne nodded, as though she didn't have any more words. Jake put on his clothes first and approved of Roxanne's choices. She beamed back at him.

But when Jake checked the dress, he raised an eyebrow again and looked over to confirm with her, "Are you sure you want to wear that? It's mine, but I think it'll fit you."

"I'm sure," she beamed brightly and carefully pulled herself up on her still-shaky legs. Jake assisted with a steady hand. The dress went on easily over the shorts, and Roxanne swished it playfully while carefully holding on. Her smile still hadn't faded for a moment. Her legs were beginning to support some of her weight, but she held on to Jake's arm to be safe.

She nuzzled Jake warmly and he asked again, "You okay?"

"I am amazing. Never felt better."

Despite the harsh artificial light overhead, Roxanne had lost her distressed pallor. Her skin was bright and vibrant. It was incredibly bright. In fact, Jake almost thought he could see it glowing—a warm golden radiance subtly softened by an ethereal blue hue mixed in. He blinked and checked again, but that brief illusion was no longer there.