<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, her shower ((Age 18, 2010 continuity, active story))<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br/><hr/>Emily's breath rises as she grinds against John, the warm water sheen causing her skin to slip and stick against him delightfully.  She gasps softly at his light pinch, nipples hardened to pebbles at John's touch by the time his mouth reaches them.  Her gasp turns into a soft, encouraging moan as his fingers slide over the wet, short red curls below her navel, where streams of the shower water reconvene and spill over his hand as he feels the softer, pale flesh.<br/><br/>As one hand entwines in the wet, shorn hair on John's head, the other glides over his chest and flank to cup one cheek of his ass, giving it an encouraging, emboldened squeeze before she returns his 'favor', trailing her fingers around to give a tentative-- if poorly angled-- coddling to the base of his shaft, rubbing semi-circular from the base up toward the head.