Hotdogging
She wouldn’t let me fuck her. I forget why, now, because we were both drunk, and we did pretty much everything else. The party was wild, and at one point it seemed only natural that we see how many people we could fit into the dorm room’s tiny shower. We were all fully dressed, but of course the shower got turned on, and the most sober people quickly scattered in dripping, giggling commotion.
After a minute, there was just the two of us in the hot spray. Our hands were everywhere. She grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. I was sucking on her neck and had worked my hand up her shirt and into her bra. Her nipple hardened under my palm and she ground against me and moaned in my ear.
We separated briefly as we quickly removed our sopping wet clothes. She was short and curvy, with large hips and a fantastic ass. She grabbed my erect cock and and ran her nails lightly down my chest, and then turned around. With one hand on the wall, she used her other hand to position my cock so it was sandwiched between her cheeks, pointing up her back. Then she put both hands on the wall, arched her back, and started moving her ass.
It only took me a second to figure out what she wanted. I grabbed her hips and squeezed her ass together to squeeze my cock, and started thrusting against her. She groaned and kept rubbing against me. The hot water was spraying on her back, running down over us. The heat and friction were great… not quite as good as what I wanted to do, but good enough that within a minute or two I groaned and pushed hard, and the first shot of cum landed between her shoulder blades, the rest pumping out of my head and running between her cheeks,
I spun her around and pushed her against the wall of the shower and kissed her hard, my cock pressing against her belly and her hands on my chest.