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Subject: {ASSM} Shower Surprise (Challenge cont.) (F/F, reluct, exh) Comments welcome
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Shower Surprise
c. 2000 Fiery Ermine
Susan and Christine were over their friend Rose's apartment,
swimming in the complex's pool.
Christine couldn't get the images of Susan having sex with
another woman out of her head. Susan wore a one-piece bathing suit. It
was not a very revealing suit, but it still left Christine slightly
turned on. Susan's breasts were very large considering her small
frame, and although Susan didn't have the toned body of a swimsuit
model, she was fairly thin but nicely curved. Her body had a sort of
soft, touchable look to it, and Christine wanted to touch it. Susan's
reddish brown, shoulder-length hair was darker when wet, but the idea
of Susan's body being wet seemed to turn Christine on by itself. .
Things had calmed down a lot since the night of the party.
Susan acted as if it was an aberration. She had spent a lot of time
calling her friends who had taken pictures, and she had tried to get
the film back. Most of her friends had returned the film without ever
developing it. Christine had returned to Susan the videotape she had
made of Susan and Leslie's wild sex, but she had made a copy while
Susan slept off her hangover the morning after the party. Christine
had played with herself many times while watching that tape, and she
had had some very interesting orgasms.
Christine knew that Susan was keeping in touch with Leslie,
but Susan didn't act as if she wanted to have sex with her again. So
Christine tried to act normal. She tried to act like she didn't want
to seduce Susan.
After the swimming, Susan went to have a shower. Rose started
to make some sandwiches, so Christine sneaked off to the bathroom to
watch Susan. She paused outside the bathroom door listening to the
sound of the water running. She heard as the shower door opened, there
was a pause and then the shower door closed and the sound of the water
changed as Susan began to rinse herself off.
Christine quietly opened the door and watched Susan through
the glass distortion. She could make out the color of Susan's nipples
and the dark patch of hair between her legs. Christine thought about
her plan. She was scared, but she went on with it. Susan hadn't
noticed her standing there yet, so she undressed. She stood outside
the shower door naked for a while and worried about the wisdom of her
actions. She gulped and opened the shower door.
Susan looked at her with complete surprise.
"Christine!"
"Uh, hi Susan. I thought we could save time by showering
together."
Susan looked in shock at Christine's naked body. Her eyes
settled on Christine's newly shaved pussy, then moved up to her small
breasts with their small pink nipples. Christine had short dark hair
that framed her round face in a way that made Susan think of the word
"cute". Christine smiled and began to work her way into the small
shower stall.
"Um, OK." Susan stepped back, still staring at Christine. She
had never seen Christine naked before and it was a shock to see
someone she knew well in an entirely different situation. Christine
knew that her shaved pussy had the desired effect, as Susan's gaze
kept returning to it.
Christine tried to pretend that everything was normal, she
stood under the showerhead and began to rinse out her hair. Susan
looked around, trying to think of what to do next.
Christine said, "I'm sorry. I'm hogging the water." She
stepped to the side and took Susan's hand to guide her under the
water. As they switched positions, she rubbed her breasts against
Susan's. Susan looked a bit lost. Christine stayed close and put her
hands on Susan's hips, feeling Susan's soft skin. Christine looked
down at the reddish-brown hair between Susan's legs and made the
decision that she would take this as far as it would go.
Susan tried to pretend that nothing was going on. She felt
that if she ignored this situation, maybe it would go away. She
started to rinse her hair again.
Christine slowly dropped to her knees in front of Susan. Susan
noticed this, but just as she was about to protest, Christine began
licking hungrily at her cunt.
"Oh my god, Christine. Don't do this!"
Christine responded by grabbing Susan's ass and lapping at
Susan's cunt even more vigorously. Not all the wetness there came from
the shower. Susan's vulva was slick. Christine had turned Susan on,
and she was going to take full advantage of that. She was immensely
relieved to finally have her tongue on another woman's pussy. She had
never had sex with another woman, but her lust had been building in
the days since Susan's exhibition with Leslie and it was wonderful to
finally be able to release it.
"Christine, please stop!" Susan put her hands on top of
Christine's head in order to push her away, but she didn't push her
away. She just started running her hands through Christine's hair.
"Please stop." She said again, lamely. It felt so good to have a woman
between her legs again. She had been wondering if she really enjoyed
it more than men, but she knew if a man tried this with her, she would
be fighting and screaming for help. Her actions with Christine were
inexplicable to her. She looked down at Christine's pretty face as she
performed cunnilingus on her. Had she always wanted Christine to do
this to her? Why wasn't she stopping her?
Christine was becoming more comfortable as she sucked on
Susan's pussy. She felt like she had fallen in love with Susan when
she watched Susan having sex for the first time, but that love had
been unrequited until now. Now she sucked and licked the slippery cunt
of the woman she loved. It was heavenly. It was even romantic in a
weird way. She paused as she looked up at Susan. Susan looked down at
her. Susan's eyes were the most amazing green.
Christine began to stand upright again. She had been sucking
Susan's cunt, but still she was nervous as she tried to give Susan a
kiss. Susan pulled back.
"Christine, I don't want this. I want to be normal."
"You don't like it?"
"I like it, Christine. I like it a lot. I like it so much it
scares me."
"I like it too, Susan. I like you. I want to make love to you.
I want to make you feel good."
"Christine..."
"I want to make you come, Susan."
"Oh, Christine..."
"Susan, I want you to make ME come."
Susan looked down, she didn't want to look Christine in the
eye, but she found herself staring at Christine's shaved pussy. It
looked so clean, so tasty. It was shiny with the water running over
it. Susan thought about the soft pink clit hidden within its cleft.
She was horny, she admitted that to herself, but if she kept having
sex with other women, eventually she would have no more claim to a
normal life.
"Christine, we have to keep this secret."
Christine smiled and kissed Susan gently on the lips. "My lips
are sealed"
They kissed each other gently at first, then Christine began
to try and push her tongue into Susan's mouth. Susan accepted it and
soon their tongues were intertwining between their open mouths. They
wrapped their arms around each other. Christine enjoyed the feeling of
Susan's enormous chest against her flat one. Susan's huge breasts were
soft except for the nipples.
Christine began to rub her shaved pussy against Susan's leg as
she continued to probe Susan's mouth with her tongue. "Mmm, Susan
you're so good." Christine bent down to take Susan's nipple into her
mouth. She began to suck it hard, making "Mmm" noises all the while.
Christine didn't have anything like the skill or sensitivity
of Leslie, but she had a great deal of passion, which helped to make
up for it. It was fascinating for Susan to have her roommate, whom she
had known for years, sucking hungrily at her breasts.
Christine was just happy have the breasts of the woman she
loved in her mouth. She felt honored that Susan let her suck them.
Christine's hand moved downward and she began to play with herself as
she suckled. Susan ran her fingers through Christine's hair as the
shower water ran over them.
Christine began to kiss her way down Susan's body, eventually
ending up where she'd started, staring at Susan's beautiful pussy. She
reached her tongue out to touch Susan's clit and began to lick it
again. It was absolutely delicious to Christine. Christine kept
thinking about how much she loved Susan and how much she wanted to
make Susan feel good. She knew that Susan would be freaked out if she
told her that she was in love with her, but a few more days like this
would make things easier. She attacked Susan's pussy voraciously.
Susan observed Christine's cunnilingus. Christine's mouth
worked her pussy like Christine was a starving woman eating the most
delicious food in the world. Susan began to feel like she WAS that
food to Christine, like Christine was eating Susan's pussy for
sustenance. It made Susan feel special. Susan closed her eyes as she
became lost in the sensation of Christine's tongue and lips on her
cunt. Susan began to moan.
Christine readied her index finger and pushed it deep into
Susan's slippery pussy. Susan moaned as Christine began to pump her.
Christine stuck a second finger into Susan's sopping cunt and pumped
her harder while continuing to lick her clitoris. Susan moaned louder.
She began to lose the strength in her legs. She spread her legs wider
and began to sink harder onto Christine's face. She was getting close
to orgasm. She grabbed Christine's head with both hands. She used
Christine's head to help support her as she felt the first stirring of
her orgasm.
"I'm coming, Christine! Mmm!" Christine began to pump her
fingers in Susan's pussy even harder. She sucked Susan's clit into her
mouth.
"Oooohhhh!" Susan felt her muscles tighten as her orgasm built
into an explosion of pleasure. "Aaaah!" Waves of pleasure washed
through her "Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh my god, Christine. That's it. Oh my
god. Oh." Finally she collapsed on her knees in front of Christine.
She kissed her lightly on the lips, and hugged her close as she went
limp.
"Thank you, Christine. That was great." Susan held Christine
and kissed her neck. Water from the shower continued to rain down on
them. Suddenly, Susan straightened.
"Oh my God. Rose must have heard that."
Christine tried to calm Susan down, "The shower was running,
maybe that drowned you out."
Susan stood and turned off the water, then got out of the
shower. She grabbed a towel and started to dry herself.
Christine looked on. She was disappointed. She was very, very
horny and had expected Susan to reciprocate. She sat on the floor of
the shower with her legs spread, hoping to entice Susan back.
"Susan..."
Susan looked back at Christine. Christine looked very lonely
and pretty. Her hairless cunt was blatantly visible; her vulva looked
very pink against the paler shade of her skin.
Susan said, "I'm sorry, Christine. Rose is going to wonder
where we are. We've got to get down for lunch."
Christine pouted and gave Susan a sad look.
Susan sighed and walked over to Christine. She kissed her on
the forehead. "Later, Christine. I promise."
Christine continued to look sad.
"Christine, I want you, but I want to live a normal life. I'll
do anything you want, but later."
Susan helped Christine up.
Rose sat at the dining room table eating a sandwich as
Christine and Susan walked in. Christine looked distracted, and Susan
wore a big, artificial grin. Rose thought they both looked guilty.
"So...you two took your time in the shower."
Susan replied, "Um, yeah. I waited for Christine to finish."
"I wish." said Christine.
Susan gave an embarrassed chuckle.
Rose looked away, "I expect the people in the apartment
building next door heard you two...um, doing it."
Susan looked horrified, "Oh my god, Rose. I'm sorry. It was
kind of a...spur of the moment...type of thing. I mean, it's not me,
really. I'm not a lesbian. I don't really...I don't like girls. I mean,
I'm normal." She looked at Rose, then Christine. Christine looked
shocked at Susan, then looked away angrily.
Rose tried to reassure them, "Really, Susan, it's all right.
I'm your friend. You and Christine, I mean. I'm not going to judge
you. I just would rather that the neighbors didn't hear."
"Yeah, right. I'm sorry." Susan looked back at Christine.
Christine remained silent, but she was smiling and shaking her head.
Rose continued, "I mean, everyone knows what you did at the
party, Susan." Susan looked away, embarrassed. Rose went on, " I
didn't know that Christine was...like that, but...I mean, whatever." Rose
was smiling. She seemed just as embarrassed as the other two girls
were. "I mean, I heard you put on quite a show. I heard that some
people even have photographs."
Susan sat with her head in her hands. "Oh my God, Rose. I just
wanted to put that behind me and get on with my life like it used to
be."
Christine interjected, "You can't be like you used to be,
Susan. You can pretend, but you can't be the same."
Susan shook her head.
Christine looked hurt, "Was it really that bad, Susan?"
"What?" Susan looked surprised, then contrite, "No Christine,
it was great. It's just so many changes. I mean, I'm not a lesbian.
I'm not really turned on by girls" Christine started to look angry
again.
"You seemed pretty turned on when you were sucking Leslie's
pussy!"
Rose began to look uncomfortable; she didn't want to be in the
middle of a lesbian lover's quarrel.
Susan continued, "Well, that was a...special circumstance. I was
drunk"
"What about just now in the shower?"
"That was another special circumstance."'
"How many special circumstances with women does it take to
make you think you like women."
"I don't know, Christine."
"Well, do you still want to suck my pussy?"
Susan looked at Rose. Rose looked away. Susan turned back to
Christine and said, "Christine, can we talk about this later?"
"Susan, I want to make you feel good. I want you to be happy."
Christine looked at Susan with pleading eyes.
Rose interrupted "So! I made some sandwiches. Anyone hungry?"
Later, Susan and Christine sat in Susan's car preparing to
return home. They had been mostly silent to each other for the
remainder of lunch and even while walking to the car. Finally, Susan
broke the silence.
"By the way, to answer your question; yes."
"What?" Christine was confused.
"I still want to...um...suck your pussy."
Christine's shocked expression turned to a happy one.
"Oh! Um, good. I'd like that" She smiled brightly at Susan,
then gave her a quick kiss. Susan smiled back, then kissed her back.
Then she kissed her again. Soon they were making out with french
kisses and Susan was feeling up Christine's breasts. Susan lifted
Christine's shirt and pulled down her bra enough to expose one of her
nipples. She started to lick it.
Susan started to look around, and realized that they were
parked in the street and anyone who walked by could see them. There
was not a lot of foot traffic in that neighborhood, but people would
walk by occasionally.
"I'm sorry, Christine. Let's drive home."
"How about doing it here?"
"People could see!"
"I don't know, that kind of turns me on."
"Well, someone might call the cops or something. I mean, I'd
rather do something like that in front of friends, if I was going to
do it in public.'
"What about Rose?"
"I don't think Rose is into it."
Christine hiked up her skirt and removed her panties. Susan
looked around to see if anyone could see what was going on. Then she
looked at Christine's hairless cunt.
Christine had a round face and a slight figure; she was not
fat, but had enough fat on her body to make her very soft to the
touch. Christine looked very young; with her pussy shaved, Christine
looked illegally young. Susan was very turned on.
Christine grabbed the hair on the back of Susan's head and
forced Susan's face between her legs.
"Eat me baby. Suck my cunt."
Susan obeyed, running her tongue over the smooth flesh.
"Suck it like you're a slut."
Susan pressed deeper and began to suck and lick Christine's
clit. She plunged a finger into Christine's cunt. She added another
finger soon afterward. She pumped Christine's vagina deeply, rotating
her hand as it went in and out.
Christine stared at Susan. She could barely contain her joy as
the woman she loved finger-fucked her and licked and sucked her
clitoris.
"Mmm. Fuck me, you dyke. Mmm. Fuck my cunt. Yeah, that's good.
Oh." She pumped her hips to meet Susan's finger thrusts.
Susan was lost in Christine's taste, the feeling of
Christine's smooth skin on her tongue. She had never heard Christine
talk like this. It kind of turned her on.
"Come on, you slut dyke." Christine exclaimed breathlessly,
"Make me come!" Christine could feel that Susan was bringing her close
to orgasm. She grabbed Susan's hair and forced her head harder into
her Vulva. "You feel so good, Susan!" Christine spread her legs as
wide as she could within the confines of Susan's car. "Oh my God, I'm
coming!" Christine's body went rigid "Aaaaaah! Oh! Aaaaaah! Oh, Susan.
I love you! Oh Susan, I love you so much!" She was lost in the
pleasure of her orgasm. Susan continued to lick Christine's clit and
pump her fingers into her vagina until Christine's body went limp.
Susan kissed Christine gently on the lips.
Christine said, "Thank you, Susan. That was wonderful." She
leaned over and hugged Susan.
Susan looked around. Luckily, none of the passersby had
stopped to take a look, despite Christine's screams. She kissed
Christine again, this time with her tongue. She wanted Christine to
taste her own pussy as they kissed. Christine kissed back
passionately, happy to taste the pussy in Susan's saliva and breath.
Finally, the lovers separated. Christine settled into her seat
in post-orgasmic bliss, and Susan drove her home.
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