The door swung open.
Tasha stepped in, holding two cans of soda. She froze for a beat, her eyes flicking between Joren—rigid on the edge of the bed—and Jenny, who was clutching her clothes to her chest, her face flushed crimson.
"…Did I miss something?" Tasha asked, her tone light but her gaze sharp.
Jenny muttered, "Nothing," and darted into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
Joren rubbed the back of his neck, his face hot. "It's not what it looked like."
Tasha smirked, setting the drinks down.
"Mind explaining why you've got a boner?"
He opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off with a raised hand. "I know it's because of Jenny."
Joren groaned. "This is exactly why I shouldn't have come."
"Yet here you are," Tasha said, stepping closer. "And honestly? I think you needed this."
He frowned. "Needed what?"
"A distraction. Something to pull you out of that storm cloud you've been dragging around."
Her voice was low and steady. She was close now, close enough that he could smell the faint trace of her perfume. The bathroom door stayed shut. Jenny was out of sight, but the thought of her just a few feet away made the air feel even heavier. She placed her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing circles over the fabric of his pants.
"Tasha…" Joren started, but his voice trailed off.
The silence stretched. For a moment, Joren thought he heard Jenny moving around behind the door. His pulse quickened. He knew where this was leading, and the thought of Jenny overhearing made his chest tighten.
Tasha smiled faintly, as if she could read his hesitation. "She won't be out for a while. Why don't I give you a little something to soothe your troubled mind?"
Her hand climbed higher up his thigh, dangerously close to the outline of his erection.
Joren's breath caught. His thoughts scrambled for clarity, but his body betrayed him.
"I don't know if this is a good idea," he said quietly. "She's in the bathroom. What if she hears?"
"Then let her hear,"
Tasha whispered, her fingers finally making contact with the outline of his erection.
Joren's heart thudded. He didn't move. Didn't speak. But he didn't pull away either. And that was enough.
Tasha's hand slid into his pants to grip his shaft, stroking it slowly, her thumb smearing the precum that had gathered on the tip. Joren's breath caught as his hips jerked forward into her touch.
Tasha's breath caught as she felt his hips jerk.
"Mmh... you're already so hard for me."
She got down on both knees and pulled his pants down with her free hand, his angry cock springing free. Her breath hitched at the sight of him, and she leaned closer, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum she had smeared all over his cockhead.
"Ngh... I want your cum all over my face..."
She moaned, before pulling back to take his cock into her mouth.
Joren's breath caught the instant she took him in her mouth.
"...Aah–fuck,"
he moaned, his hands moving to grip her head, not tugging, but to ground himself.
Meanwhile, Jenny, still wrapped in a towel, lingered in the bathroom — listening intently to every sound that came from the other room. She pressed her thighs together, trying to hide her arousal and the slickness between them. But the urge to touch herself was growing, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could resist.
Tasha pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock.
"Let's try something else,"
she rasped as her hands moved to her shirt, and in a matter of seconds, it was off. Next was her bra, which came off without ceremony. Her breasts jiggled slightly as her bra came off, her nipples already pebbled and begging for his touch. Her hands moved to cup them, pressing them around his cock, swallowing it in the valley between them.
"You ever had a boob job before?"
she asked as she pressed her tits harder around his cock, his precum smearing her soft skin.
Joren groaned as he felt the softness of her breasts pressed against him, his lips unable to form words. Tasha smiled as she watched his reaction, and she began sliding her breasts up and down his shaft, her lips wrapping around the swollen head of his cock where it poked out from between her tits. Her mouth sucked his cockhead while her tits worked the rest of his shaft.
The pleasure was too much. Joren lost it. He gripped the back of her head and began thrusting, fucking both her mouth and her tits simultaneously.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Jenny was touching herself. Her hands grinding rigorously against her wet slit before sliding a finger into her pussy and pumping it rapidly, her free hand kneading the soft flesh of her tits as she chased her release.
"Ahh... Ngh..."
She bit her lips to stifle her moans, but it came out anyway.
Then a sound came from the room.
"I'm cumming!"
It was from Joren. He was grinding relentlessly against Tasha's tits and mouth, which was already leaking with a mix of both her saliva and some of his cum, dripping on her tits. She didn't say a word, but the way she looked at him said it all: she wanted all his cum. Every single drop.
With a final, powerful thrust, Joren came, his cum spilling into her waiting mouth, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.
"Ngh!!!"
Tasha swallowed greedily as thick ropes of cum spilled into her mouth, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she accepted every single drop of his seed.
Joren, who had just come down from his high, pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, her lips still glistening with some of his cum, her face still contorted in pleasure.
That's when they heard it.
Another sound. A quiet moan. Not theirs. Coming from the bathroom.
They exchanged a glance, the heat between them suddenly laced with curiosity.
Tasha stood first, pulling her shirt back on, and headed toward the bathroom, each step toward thick with tension.
She reached for the doorknob. It wasn't locked.
The door creaked open.
Steam clung to the air, curling around the edges of the mirror. Jenny was there — completely naked, one hand between her thighs, teasing her clit, the other kneading her tits. Her eyes were closed, lips parted, breath shallow.
Then her eyes opened.
They met Tasha's.
No one spoke.