Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Sharing the Shower  
Keywords: F/F
Summary: An experiment for roommates 
I could hear Marlene letting herself in the front door as I came out of a really hot dream.  There had been the feeling of hands on my low belly, a tongue on my breast, and I had just gotten into the dream when I heard the door and discovered that Balzac was stretched from my breasts to my crotch.  The cat was kneading my breast through the quilt I use to keep his claws out of my skin.  The pressure of his insistent paws had reached through the quilt and the thin satin of my nightie.  So that was where the images had come from…
I rubbed Balzac’s ears and he kneaded my chest harder as he purred.  The pressure on my nipple was intense and pleasurable.  I could almost see it rising below the quilt.  I could sure feel it pulling tight against the satin and reaching out to meet the paws.  Well, what did a breast know about species?  It felt good, so my breast wanted more.
I could hear Marlene doing her sit-ups in the living room.  I pictured it all in my mind.  Her long, dark hair was tied in a ponytail.  Her breasts would be pushing against the sport bra she used in summer.  The stretch of bare waist, her navel peeking out just above her gym shorts.  Her panties would be making an outline against the shorts because she liked to wear the shorts a little tight.  Sometimes she would do her sit-ups while I was on the couch, hooking her feet under it, and I would see just a glimpse of her panties under the shorts.  She had a nice, rounded, solid figure and her thighs and her bottom looked really good that way.  Not that I had ever said anything like that to Marlene.  We both had boyfriends, after all.  But I did like the look.
I finally lifted Balzac off my breast and climbed out of bed.  I was brushing my teeth when Marlene came in the bathroom.  With just two girls, we didn’t worry much about privacy.  I was looking in the mirror as she started the shower and stripped down.  We were always in and out of the bathroom during each other’s showers, but I hadn’t actually seen her undress before.  Her back was turned to me as she pulled the bra over her head, then pulled down the shorts.  She was wearing pink panties, low cut and hugging her bottom.  I think they were Elances.  Then she pulled them down as well and kicked them over toward the laundry.  She stepped into the shower and closed the door as I was washing my toothbrush.
I don’t know why the idea was so big that morning.  I hadn’t done anything like it before and we only do it once in a while now.  I could feel her drawing me to herself and I wanted to go to her.  Her body was vague behind the glass door but I wanted to touch it anyway.  I could see her arms moving with the washcloth, the dark triangle below her belly as she turned toward the door for a moment.  She turned back and I swallowed hard.  I didn’t know why it felt right, but it did.  So I slipped off my own nightie and panties.
There was a soft click as I pulled the shower door open.  Marlene didn’t even turn her head.  The warm, hard jet of water from the shower spattered over both of us.  I reached past Marlene for the body wash and the movement brought my breasts against her bare back.
Her skin was warm and wet and soft as she leaned slightly back against me.  She didn’t say anything, but she put her arms over mine and drew them against her side as I picked up the bottle of wash.  Her wet hair streamed down my chest and belly as I filled my hands and worked up some lather between them.
Every muscle in my body seemed to pull up as tight as my breasts as I worked the lather softly over Marlene’s throat and shoulders.  Gently I worked down each of her arms as she whimpered softly.  Her dark eyes locked on mine for a few moments, but still neither of us said a thing.  My hands were filled with the firm, warm, wet flesh of her stomach as I continued bathing her with softness.
I moved back up to her breasts as she leaned against me harder.  Her round, cute bottom was pressed against my stomach and thighs.  Her nipples were wet and hard against my palms as I rubbed the scented lather over the round, firm breasts that I had glimpsed before.  I envied her boyfriend.  He got to play with them a lot more than I ever would.
Then I managed to kneel in the shower.  I put my warm cheek against her bottom as I lathered her soft mound and the tops of her thighs.  I could feel her muscles as tight as mine, could feel the excitement in waves off of her, hotter than the skin in the hot water.  She shifted her feel slightly and put one hand on mine, guiding my soapy fingers to the secret place I had wished for but had not dared touch.  I touched her the way I would touch myself, hesitant at first but bolder as she used my hand in her own to give herself more pleasure.  I was enjoying it almost as much as she was.
Marlene gave a shuddering sigh and seemed to go limp.  I stood up and held her close from behind, then turned her to face me.  I looked down into those dark, huge eyes as I got more lather and started washing Marlene’s back.  She had taken some body wash too and her hands were warm against my back.  Her hands matched mine as I stroked the round flesh of her bottom.  I could feel her tremble with excitement even as I felt her hands at the tops of my thighs, right at the most tender part of my leg.
We had been pleasuring each other so long that we were taken completely by surprise when the water suddenly cooled, then turned cold.  Marlene laughed and I spluttered.  The moment was gone.  We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other off, but the intensity had broken with the cold spray.  The moment was gone, but the flavor lingers in my mouth, the touch is still warm on my fingers.