Chapter 3

MICHELLE

Michelle looked at her suitemate, no, her friend and lover. She could not believe what she had done. She had taken a few, probably misinterpreted, cues from Suzanne from the night before and had responded with a definite, sexual advance this morning. It was received without any hesitation and Suzanne had achieved what appeared to be a whole series of orgasms. Michelle had felt a certain power at the time. Sure, she could do a similar thing with guys, but one quick jerk and they were all done. This had been power like she had never felt before, but it was a loving, tender power, the power of wanting to please.

Needless to say, Michelle was still quite excited and had a gnawing, unfulfilled sensation in her groin. She wanted reciprocity. She wanted Suzanne's hands on her, rubbing her Promised Land and tickling her nipples, exactly as she had done to her. But now Suzanne was deep asleep and Michelle decided the best thing to do was leave. Suzanne might be embarrassed, might ignore her and could even pretend the whole thing never took place. Afterall, Suzanne had always appeared to be straight, but then again, so had Michelle. Yes, the best course of action was to leave.

Carefully, so as not to awaken Suzanne, Michelle slid off the futon, picked up her clothes and slipped through the door to the common bathroom. Once in her own room, she quickly grabbed a swallow of OJ from the fridge and went back into the shower. A slight shiver of cool air caressed her body as she quietly closed the door to Suzanne's room and turned on the shower. Once in the hot water, she began to relax. Water streamed over her naked body, down her breasts and across her back.

As the water cascaded off her, Michelle's mind was going a hundred miles an hour. What had she just done? Did she actually have sex with another woman? And why? Sure, she was open enough to believe gays and lesbians deserved their places in life just like heteros, but here she had engaged in lesbian sexual activity without ever having thought herself the least bit bi-curious. But apparently she was, if the last sixteen hours were any indication. And even though she had not climaxed, she felt a sudden strong connection with Suzanne. Where would this all end up? Would they do things again or was this a one-off? Was this simple college experimentation or would it lead to something bigger, something stronger?

With a million thoughts zipping through her mind, she grabbed the shampoo and lathered up. She shampooed and conditioned her hair before taking the bath gel and started to wash herself. To keep her good complexion, she carefully attended to her face before using a cloth to wash her arm pits. Next she soaped her breasts and belly. This attention to her own breasts reminded her of her session with Suzanne whose breast had tasted simply wonderful. She had never before touched much less tasted a woman's breast and she found she loved the tangy, musky flavor which came after a few minutes of licking and sucking. Suzanne also had wonderfully shaped boobs; small, yes, but ones to die for. And to truly die for was her flat belly. There wasn't a straight man alive who wouldn't give his left nut to spend time on that belly.

Michelle realized with all these musings she had gently started to rub her own breasts and stroke the nipples. Damn, she was getting hornier merely thinking about Suzanne. She gently reached down with a handful of lather and started to rub her own trimmed pubic hair before she reached lower to get even more pleasure. With the steady drumming of the water on her back and the throbbing of her own pulse, she became blissfully unaware of her surroundings. A frown of desire creased across her forehead and her eyes closed as she allowed herself the freedom of total, self-pleasure.

"Mmmm, looks good, can I join you?"

Michelle nearly jumped out of her skin and opened her eyes to see a grinning Suzanne peer around the half-opened shower door. Michelle was stunned; what was she to do? Not knowing the answer or how to react at being caught masturbating, she turned her body away from Suzanne. With a soft chuckle, Suzanne slipped into the shower and began to rub up against Michelle's back. She held her in a loving embrace, arms wrapped around Michelle's sides. Suzanne reached up for the gel and began to rub some over Michelle's belly and her breasts. There was no doubt about it now, they were now lovers and things were clearly heating up again.

After having her breasts stroked with special attention to the nipples, Michelle felt herself being turned around. They were now face-to-face, breast-to-breast, cooch-to-cooch. Michelle peeked out from half closed eyes to see Suzanne slowly near her with obvious designs to kiss. She relaxed and let it happen. Soft lips and a darting tongue, not thrust into her mouth like some guy might, left her wanting more. Silently she begged for more kisses, but Suzanne apparently had other ideas in mind. Michelle felt her lover slip down and start tonguing her breasts while simultaneously massaging her buttocks, like she had done the night before. Michelle didn't try to hide her pleasure this time and Suzanne seemed to quickly pick up on it.

She felt Suzanne's tongue slowly travel down with the cascading water, across her belly and down to her thatch. Michelle couldn't believe this was happening to her! If someone had said twenty-four or even twelve hours before she'd be getting oral sex in her shower, she would have laughed. If they had said she would be getting oral sex from a woman, she would have hooted out loud at the ridiculous notion. But it felt soooo good. Suzanne's tongue worked deeper into the cleft and then up between the lips to her throbbing pearl. Michelle was beside herself. Pangs of extreme pleasure shot through to her very core with each stroke of the tongue. The back-and-forth deep rubbing of the buttocks continued, the tongue worked its wonders and as water poured from above, Michelle orgasmed like never before.

Her legs buckled and she slid down to the floor with Suzanne still firmly attached, still tonguing her, still loving her. The water remained warm, the tongue remained active and Michelle remained at the mercy of Suzanne. In no time a second and even a third orgasm ripped through her, much like Suzanne's had a short time before.

Eventually, Michelle felt the water cool slightly and she struggled to get up. Suzanne rolled off her, got up as well, and the two stepped out of the shower. Suzanne silently toweled her off with loving sweeps of the terry towel and Michelle returned the favor. Michelle wanted to thank her, wanted to explain it all, wanted to say anything, but as she began to speak, Suzanne smiled while shaking her head slightly, reached up with her index finger and placed it gently on Michelle's lips as if to silence her, before leading her back to the futon.

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Trionyx – February 2024

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