Page 34 of It's Only Make Believe

Luke purses up his lips and thinks for a moment.

“How about catching a movie? We can just sit and relax, and we don’t have to go home yet,” he says.

“That sounds like fun,” I agree, and Luke starts his car engine and drives us to a nearby cinema.

We get there and go inside and spend a few moments deciding which film we want to watch. We settle on an action movie that I think we will both like and Luke gets us tickets and some popcorn to share and a soda each. We go into the movie theatre and take our seats. We have timed our entrance well, and the movie is just starting as we sit down. The theatre isn’t very busy because it’s that weird time where the afternoon crowd has drifted off and the nighttime crowd hasn’t come out yet, so it’s nice and quiet.

We eat and drink and watch the movie and when it’s finished, we head out into the lobby and we both go to use our respective bathrooms and meet back in the lobby afterwards. We head back to Luke’s car chatting about the movie and what we liked and disliked about it and we both agree that it was a bit far-fetched, but ultimately, a fun watch. It was definitely a good choice for where we are mentally where we wanted something fun, but not something where we had to concentrate too hard to follow it. Sometimes, an easy, far-fetched watch is just what is needed, and I feel like this was one of those times.

“Are you hungry?” Luke asks once we are in the car and ready to go. I nod. “Where do you fancy for dinner?”

“I’m not dressed to go to a nice restaurant,” I say. “How about we get a pizza and eat it at my place?”

“You look perfectly fine,” Luke says. “But a pizza does sound good though. Do you have a place near you that you use?”

I nod.

“Head back towards my building and I’ll direct you from there,” I say.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

LUKE

“Itold you we should have gone for the medium size,” Louisa laughs as she looks at the pizza box where half of our large pizza sits uneaten with both of us stuffed full already.

“You said you were starving. I believed you,” I laugh. “It’ll do for your breakfast tomorrow.”

“Our breakfast,” Louisa says shyly. “Assuming you’re staying over.”

“Assuming you want me to, then yes,” I say, and Louisa nods her head again.

She gets up and closes the pizza box and takes it to the kitchen and then she comes back.

“I’m going to go jump in the shower. Make yourself at home,” she says.

“Does that mean I can do whatever I want to do?” I say and Louisa nods her head. “Then I hope your shower is big enough for two.”

She nods her head again and we both grin and then I’m up and following her and we go to Louisa’s bathroom where we both strip off. Her shower is an over bath one so there is plenty of room for us both in there. Louisa climbs into the bath tub first and switches the spray on, standing back with one hand in the stream of water while she waits for it to get warm. I push her forward and she shrieks as the cold water soaks her. She laughs and flicks some of the water at me and I get into the bath, and then she pulls me beneath the cold spray.

We’re both laughing and trying to duck out of the stream of cold water, but it soon warms up and we relax and start to enjoy the water hitting our skin. After a few minutes, Louisa reaches for her shampoo. She opens the bottle, and I take it from her and squeeze a bit into my palm. I reach up and rub it into her hair and motion for her to turn around. She does so and I wash her hair and then I spend some time massaging her scalp. If her ohs and ahs are anything to go by, she likes the head massage, and I keep going as I rinse the soap back out of her hair. Next, I get her shower gel and put some of that on my hands and then I gently massage Louisa’s whole body. I pay particular attention to her breasts and then to her clit, soaping her right up.

“You are a very dirty girl,” I whisper in Louisa’s ear as I continue to ‘wash’ her slit. “I have to make doubly sure that you are clean here.”

She moans and leans back against me, and I keep running my fingers over her warm and slippery flesh until she goes rigid against me and her head lays back on my chest, her face contorted with pleasure.

When her orgasm finishes, I pull my fingers away from her slit and I start rinsing her down. She lets me rinse her clean and then she turns around and gives me a naughty looking smile.

“Your turn,” she says, and she gets the shower gel and returns the favor of washing my body. Her touch lingers on my inner thighs and my already hard cock hardens further.

Louisa gets some more shower gel and then she starts to work my cock with both of her hands. She moves them up and down and she also twists them from side to side, her two hands working in opposite directions. Her grip is light enough so as not to leave a friction burn, but firm enough to feel amazing. It’s like nothing I have ever felt before and I know if she keeps on doing that, I’m going to come and I don’t want to come in her shower, I want to come in her.

With a sense of regret despite it being what I want to do, I pull her hands away from my cock and kiss her deeply and then I turn her around and she spreads her legs and bends over, her hands resting on the wall. I push inside of her. She’s warm and wet, and the shower gel and the water make her even more slippery than usual, and I glide in and out of her like we were made to fit together like this.

She moves with me, pushing herself off her hands and back onto me so I go deeper into her and then we move and writhe and moan and finally, after a few excruciatingly intense moments, we come together with each other’s names on our lips. Louisa straightens up and turns around and we wrap our arms around each other and stand beneath the spray of water that way until we get our breaths back. Finally, we break apart and then we finish up in the shower and get out, each of us wrapping ourselves in one of Louisa’s large, fluffy towels. We go through to her bedroom where I sit on the bed and watch her as she blow dries her hair.

When her hair is dry, she brushes it through and then she opens a drawer inside of her wardrobe and pulls out a pair of short shorts and a vest top. She drops her towel to the ground,and I watch as she pulls on the shorts and the vest top and comes over and gets under her comforter.

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