Jack nodded. “Well I don’t have hair to wash so I’m pretty quick in here…” he admitted as he reached for the soap dispenser and picked up the bar and began to lather it in his hands before he began to lather up his head and neck first, before moving downwards as the water just missed him since it was pointless to lather then rinse away immediately.
She kept her back to him, still blushing badly, hair sticking to her body to fit her form and the slight curves she has. Her waist was way too thin, she mused, as she lathered up her stomach up her chest. She felt too nervous to talk, trying to ignore his body so close to hers and if it hadn’t been for the water she figured he would have heard her heart in the silence.
Despite the awkwardness and shyness on her part, it still felt nice, having him so close like this.
Looking over at him quickly to see him washing himself, she moved quickly under the water to wash the soap off, putting her head under it one more time to rinse out any remaining conditioner.
She had just missed witnessing him washing himself down there. Oh god how awkward that would have been; turn around, find your boyfriend touching himself with a soapy hand. Thank God she didn’t see it, he would have died of embarrassment. Jack rinsed his hands beneath the water for a moment before she took her turn with it.
“D. Do you want me t-to wash your back?” he offered awkwardly, since. Well. Isn’t that what lovers do?“
Jack Maple 