The hot jets of the shower rained down on him. Juice enjoyed the heat, thinking back to the talk on the roof, to the tension he had felt when she had been on his lap, shaving his head, the brief moment their lips had touched.

Suddenly the door of the shower opened. On a reflex he recoiled, causing the water to fall right into his face. Quickly he moved his head to the side, rubbing his eyes and skittishly looking at the person that had just entered his shower.

His eyes grew wide as he realized that it was Abigail. Not knowing what was coming over him, his eyes wandered across her body. Naked body. Her breasts were firm, her nipples already stiff, her stomach flat with two shining gems at the top of her belly button. Her black hair waved across her shoulders as she took a step closer, her eyes bright, a naughty grin on her face.

"I can't stop thinking about you," she said in a low voice. "Touch me."

While he could only stupidly stare at her, she took his hands and placed them on her hips.

"Touch me, Juice," she whispered, longing seeping into her tone. "I wanna feel your hands everywhere."

Slowly, his hands glided up her sides as confusion was still controlling his mind. "I – I thought you wouldn't sleep with Sons?"

"You're not a Son yet," she shrugged, wrapping her arms around his neck. "And we're not sleeping." Her hands ran up his neck and bent his head, so she could greet his lips with hers. Their lips parted, and her tongue slipped into his mouth. Still far from understanding what was happening he returned the kiss. It started slow, sweet, but after a few minutes it changed into something dashing and wild.

As their make out session started to heat up, she turned off the water and took his hand. "Let me ride you."

"W-what?" he stammered.

She chuckled. "You sound like a virgin, man."

"Um no I'm not but..." He didn't know what to say. He had slept with several women – but never with someone like her.

She gave him no time to answer, but opened the door and dragged him out of the shower cabin. Grabbing a towel from the hook, she started to dry him, slowly, looking into his eyes. Everything she did was just hot. With another towel he started to dry her too, kissing every inch of her warm skin. As he reached her breasts he laid his lips around her nipple and started to suck until her soft moans made his knees feel week.

Losing her patience, Abigail forgot about the rest of her wet body and dragged him to the bedroom, pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him, bending over to kiss his neck. "So, what do you prefer? Slow, sweet love or a wild ride?"

"Uhh, both sound good."

Her teeth scraped the skin of his neck, making him shiver. "Choose, Juice. Tell me what you want me to do with you."

Although he secretly wanted the slow and sweet way, he didn't dare to say it. He was already acting like a shy virgin, so to look tougher he answered with a low growl: "Gimme a wild ride baby." Feigning confidence he grabbed her hips and looked straight into her eyes.

His hands moved to her breasts and kneaded them, encouraging her to start her ride.

Juice watched her; her beautiful face, her wobbling breasts, the movements of her hips. She was all he could see, all he could feel, all he could hear, all he could think about.

And then the door was slammed open.

Abigail didn't stop. The look in her eyes was even hornier than before. "Don't stop. Don't stop now. I'm almost there. Let's make it worth your death."

Juice didn't move. With wide eyes he stared at the man entering the room – her father, filled with rage.

"Told ye you'd learn it the hard way," he said on a growl, lifting the knife in his hand.

. . .

Juice shot up, his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing heavy. Wildly, he looked around. He was on a roof – there was a starry sky above him and he had been lying on a plaid.

"What is it? Did you have nightmare?" Next to him Abigail sat up straight too, worry in her eyes. She was fully clothed – of course she was – and the images of her naked body crossed his mind. He became aware of the fact that he was still having a boner and he quickly pulled up his knees, hoping she wouldn't see it.

"It ended like a nightmare," he muttered, his voice shaking. He could still feel her around him and he didn't dare to look aside.

"Tell me about it! I love a good creepy story."

"No. It's... private."

She chuckled. "So it was a sex dream?"

Awkwardly, he shrugged, staring forward in the distance.

"Was it about me?"

He felt the heat spread across his cheeks – he wouldn't be surprised if he would light up like a traffic light. "No."

"I think it was. Why else wouldn't you dare to look me in the eye again?" She chuckled softly. "It's okay Juice. It's kinda cute actually. Was I good? Sex with me shouldn't turn into a nightmare, you know."

"Your father caught us and wanted to kill me," he muttered.

She started to laugh. "Yeah, that's definitely a mood killer." She laid down on the plaid again and shoved a hand underneath her head.

She kept silent for a while, and nervously Juice peeked at her. Her face was fully relaxed as she looked at the stars, his sex dream didn't seem to bother her at all and slowly his heartbeat went back to normal. He laid down again too and stared to the firmament, as they had been doing for hours until he had fallen asleep.

"So, what was I like?" she asked after a while. "What did we do?" Chuckling she rolled on her side. "I can't believe it. I was just staring at the stars, completely unaware of the fact that you were lying next to me and having all these dirty fantasies about me," she laughed, softly kicking his boot.

"Well I didn't do it on purpose," he muttered. "I don't know about you, but I'm not exactly controlling my dream world."

He felt that she was trying to catch his glance, but he felt too ashamed and kept staring to the sky.

"So I wasn't very skilled? Is that the reason you don't want to tell me about it? Because I was a disaster?"

"What? No – you were great." He rolled on his side, feeling stupid as he saw the teasing grin on her face. He was about to turn back his head, but she laid a hand on his cheek to hold his glance.

"Tell me about it. Sons don't feel shame."

He hesitated. Maybe she had a point about that. Dropping his eyes, he admitted that he had been showering and that she had joined him.

"Look into my eyes. No shame, I said. Just pretend it's the most normal thing in the world that hot girls step into the shower with you. Within a few months it will even be the truth, I'm sure of it."

He forced himself to look at her, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her about the details. He had been the shy one, she had taken the lead and he had liked it, but he didn't dare to admit it, afraid he would look like a pussy.

"You... asked me to touch you. So I did. I laid my hands on your sides and then we kissed... first slowly and then passionately, and then my hands stroked your shoulders, your... beautiful breasts while you wrapped your hand around my... me," he stammered.

He swallowed as she bit her lip. "Damn, you're turnin' me on boy. And then you backed me up against the shower cabin and had your way with me?"

"No... you led me to my bed, pushed me down and started to ride me." He didn't know how he did it, but he kept looking into her dark, lustful eyes as he told her that. His manhood was throbbing, he was so ready to do it for real that it hurt. "And you... you were so good, so hot...it felt so real..."

"And did I like it?" she asked in a tone that was driving him crazy.

"Yeah... you didn't want to stop. Not even when your father barged into the room."

"I don't know if that is hot or disgusting."

"Terrifying. It was fucking terrifying."

She chuckled, laying her head on his shoulder as he rolled back on his back. "Terrifying enough to become friends at most?"

"Yeah," he lied.

She kissed his cheek. "Good. Cause I really like you, Juice. But you and me, that's never going to happen. No matter how exciting your dreams are."

"I know," he said with a slight grin. "But a man can dream, right?"

She smiled while she closed her eyes, using his chest as a pillow. "Yeah... and a girl can dream too."