Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the last of the pleasure washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied against the cool tile of the shower. "Oh God," she whispers, looking up at him with dazed eyes. "That was..." She trails off, unable to find the words to describe what they've just shared.

He grins down at her, his chest heaving from exertion. "Yeah?" he asks, nudging her gently with his hip. "

She laughs weakly and nods, wrapping her arms around him. "Yeah," she whispers. "It was..." Suddenly, she feels a pang of guilt. They shouldn't be doing this... they shouldn't be risking getting caught... but the thought of losing him as their friend seems somehow worse.

"We should probably get out and get dressed," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Before someone comes looking for us."

Well, since you ask so nicely... If it's okay with you, I could maybe give it a little rub? Just to make sure everything is alright down there? It'd be my pleasure.

Nick nods slowly, still looking away shyly. He's never had anyone want to touch him like that before. "Um... yeah..." he manages to squeak out. "I-if you're sure it's okay..."

Without giving him much time to think about it, Gigi gently wraps her hand around his shaft and begins to stroke up and down.

Tentatively, she reaches out and places her hand on his crotch, feeling the hardness of him through his pants. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before; he's so big and firm. Her eyes widen even further as she looks up at him in surprise. "I... I didn't expect it to be this big," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their racing hearts.

Her fingers tremble as they brush against his clothed erection;

Her breath catches in her throat as he takes the towel from her, revealing her naked body once again. She stands there before him, feeling exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly aroused by his attention. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, and a shudder runs through her when he cups one of them in his hand.

Her fingers twitch, wanting to touch him back, but she's not sure if it's appropriate or what he might want. "D-do you...