1 comments/ 22250 views/ 3 favorites Megan's Magic Impromptu Spa By: Akireon **Author's Note: Megan and Kara - Inspired by porn. Well, what isn't, but anyway. It was the laundry that got this idea turning. Cursed laundry. Thanks to all who've voted or commented on my other stuff. Unlike my others, I'm not sure I can take this one anywhere else. Let me know what you think. This one was fun to write. I hope its as much fun to read. * I heard a shriek just before I opened the door. I quickly inserted my key and rushed inside my apartment. My roommate, Kara, stood in the far pantry. I could see her past the living room and through the kitchen. She had on a baby-doll that stopped just below her breasts and nothing else. I froze, stammering, then realized what I was doing and shut and locked our door. I put my bag of groceries and purse on the kitchen table and walked over to the pantry. Kara leaned over the washer, grabbing either side of it as if she intended to rip it away from the wall and throw it. Her naked body, dark and flawless, gleamed with a layer of perspiration. Our clothes, mostly tanks and underwear, were flung all across the floor, dryer, our shelves, and the dry basin behind her. After a few moments of carefully controlled breathing, Kara finally spoke. "Hi, Megan." Her teeth did not part. "Can I help you with that?" I asked. "Not unless you can fix my broken nail, turn Rob into a nice guy, kick my asshole brother in the balls, fire my boss and promote someone with a bit of sense, and fix the pair of silk panties I just ruined in the wash." "That's quite a list," I murmured. I was looking at her back. Her spine flowed out from beneath that baby-doll and curved back into her ass. She was perfect, and her cheeks were delectable. My mouth watered. She'd kill me if I touched her, I know, but that didn't stop me from looking. Kara took a deep breath, turned, put her ass to the washer. "Sorry, Megan. It's just been one horrible day. I walked up to her, expecting to get punched any second. I put my hands on her shoulders. She was tense, her shoulders stiff and wooden. Even through cotton, her skin was hot from her anger. "You need to be pampered a while, girl. Come here." I pulled her towards the door. She hesitated, glancing over our clothes. "Let me grab some panties." "Forget that," I told her. "I said pampered." She frowned at me, confused, but resisted no further. I guided her to our couch, sat her down, pulled her baby-doll off, and then kissed her forehead. She looked up at me, not surprised exactly. I don't know. Something. She wasn't angry, though, and that gave me all the green light I needed. I felt a dollop of girl-honey beading between my labia. Damn, but she was beautiful, like a Hawaiian goddess come to life in our San Francisco apartment. I locked the door, drew the blinds, and turned up the heat a little. She wrapped our puppy-dog throw over her shoulders. I stood her up, wrapped her in it, then had her lie down on the couch. "You're in Megan's Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa," I said as I leaned over her. "Only kisses and caresses and the finest care for our customers." She giggled. "Are you stoned?" "No, but I'm inspired. That was one hell of a list you rattled off back there, so now I've got one hell of a task to make it all good." Kara giggled again. I went through our apartment, piling assorted items in my arms, until I returned a moment later and dumped it all on the couch at her feet. I left room for her to stretch out, but she was lying with both feet still on the floor, so I guided her small, beautiful feet up onto the couch. I tried to not stare at her delicate labia as she moved. They had parted slightly, like lips taking an urgent, sensual breath, though they remained tucked inside her outer labia. My mouth went dry. I sat beside her on the couch and pulled her hands into my lap. I found the nail with the break and trimmed away the broken piece, filed it down as well as I could, then gently filed the rest of her nails. I put a cucumber mask on her face, spreading it gently with my fingers. I loved touching her face, and wished I could touch more. Kara sighed when I finished. I got her up long enough to spread a heavy towel over the sofa. When I laid her back down, this time without the throw, I spent a few moments massaging her feet. Within seconds, she was cooing as if in the hands of her lover. I felt a peculiar exultation that I was the one eliciting these sounds. She opened her eyes when I started pouring body oil on her legs. She watched me, but said nothing as I worked the thin, sensual oil into her skin. I made no pretense at shyness, and blatantly ran my fingers all the way up her thighs to the scruffy pubic hair she had not shaved for a few days. Her panty lines rasped beneath my fingers, but I continued, just as if I was oiling myself with her as an audience. She gasped when I ran my oily fingers over her pubis, somehow not actually touching her clit. "Megan, what are you doing?" Her voice was curious, a little wild around the edges. Not angry. I leaned close to her and gently kissed her lips, careful to avoid the mask. "I told you, Kara. Only kisses and caresses at Megan's Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa. Just enjoy." I continued rubbing while I spoke, and my fingers slid up the inside of her thigh, across her sex, and up. My pinky and ring fingers slid into her slit, rubbing along her clitoris in a quick, almost careless stroke. I hadn't planned it that way, but I enjoyed every bit of the sensation. As much as I enjoyed the tingling stiffness in my nipples and the fluttery pulses of moisture and tension seeping into my vagina. Kara tensed, squealed, her thighs coming together and lifting. "Megan," she moaned. "Listen, you shouldn't worry about all this..." I pushed her back down onto the couch, then started oiling her tummy. "What," I began, "You going to make me sit on you to hold you down? Come on. Just relax. Don't you trust me?" Her eyes were mysterious. "Until now, I trusted you to not molest me in my sleep. Now, I'm not so sure." My hands kept rubbing the oil over her smooth stomach, up onto her ribs. I stared into her eyes as I reached her small but lovely breasts. Her flesh sagged against her ribs, beautiful and graceful even while lying. My breasts are smaller still, and I envied her clearly defined aureoles and those tiny but erect nipples. Mine are pinker, flatter, and hard to see even against my pale skin. "No molesting," I said. "I'll stop when you tell me." Her lips pressed together. "I think I already did." I froze, looked into her eyes a moment longer. She watched me. My fingers had settled over her nipples, trailing oil onto her beautiful breasts. I withdrew, got up, closed my bottle, and walked away from the couch. I went into the pantry, where our clothes lay scattered. I washed my hands in the basin, then started picking up the clean but tumultuous laundry. After a minute, I became aware of Kara's presence in the door. I didn't look at her. I was waiting for her to ask me to move out. I was waiting for her to scream at me. I tried to not be ashamed, but the feelings washed over me in great waves. I had fucked up. I had crossed the line. Sometimes it really sucks when you're a girl who likes girls. "I didn't know you were like that," she said after a moment. I shrugged. Still didn't look at her. "If I had," she started. "I wouldn't have..." I dropped the shirt I was folding. "What? You wouldn't have let me move in?" I looked at her, ashamed and angry and feeling suddenly mean. She had wiped the mask away, but her body still gleamed from her breasts down. "No. I was going to say," she paused to take a slow breath, "I was going to say that I wouldn't have been so careless. I must have been a terrible tease, all this time walking around here in panties, or nothing." Defeated by still more guilt over my anger, I turned away, returned to folding the clothes. "Forget it." Another pair of panties folded, another tank, a pair of pink socks. Suddenly she was behind me. "You promised me kisses and caresses, Megan," Kara murmured. I frowned but said nothing. She put her elbows on my shoulders, her hands together in front of my face. I looked at her palms, at her fingers, and the curve of her thumbs. Why did I find even that erotic? "Now I know why you're sometimes so - strange - around me. Now I know what my effect on you has been. It's okay, Megan. I'm not angry. I'm kind of flattered. Come on. Finish the oils." "I shouldn't have started," I said. "It was a stupid idea. I won't bug you any more." Childish, I know. "You're not listening to me," she said. "All right, do me." I frowned, then turned around. She kept her arms around me, her elbows returned to my shoulders when I was facing her. "What?" "Finish the oils, then do me. Then can we go back to being friends?" I didn't believe what I had heard. "What?" I stammered again. "Do me. Fuck me. Have sex with me. Then can we just be friends again?" "I see what you're doing," I said. "I'm not going to do this just to get it out of my system. Forget it. Look, I said I won't bug you anymore." She watched my eyes. I watched hers. She darted back and forth, from one of mine to the other. God, she was beautiful. I didn't want to just fuck her, though. I wanted her love. I wanted to wake in her bed, have dirty, morning sex, and sleep the rest of the morning away. I wanted to be with her all the time. I wanted... "Okay," she said. She walked back into the living room. I watched her walk away, watched the seductive sway of her spine, her ass. Heavenly. My inner slipperiness remained, though I had lost the fire behind it. I went back to folding laundry. I went back out after I finished the clothes. Kara was in the bedroom, doing I don't know what. I just grabbed my keys and left. I wanted her. I had wanted her for a long time. That she was willing to have sex was a positive, in a way, but not the way I wanted. At least she didn't hate me for being a dyke. I drove around a while. Gas was way too expensive, but I didn't care. I could walk to work - it would take a half-hour longer - if I it came to that. I needed the time to think, and it was too cold to just sit outside. So she was interested enough to let me 'do her' once. How could I turn that into romance? How could I turn that mild interest into something like the hungry desire I felt? What would catch her attention? How could I basically be to her what a male date would be? A male date... A guy... When I went home, she was gone. It was late, so I made myself a small supper and went to bed. When I woke the next morning, Kara was lying on her bed facing away from me, the sheets kicked off. She wore a t-shirt and panties instead of her usual pajamas, and the back of her panties had worked between her cheeks like a thong. I stared at her ass for a long time, relishing the sun gleaming on her dark, golden skin. My alarm went off, though, so I got up and went to work. Kara was waiting for me when I returned. She looked like she had something important to say, but I cut her off. "Before you start, I have something to say. I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. Can I make it up to you with dinner?" She blinked. "Dinner?" "Yeah. Let's dress up, and I'll take you out. Wherever you want to eat." "Um, okay. Yeah, Megan, that sounds good. Listen, let's just forget about yesterday, okay? I like you, and you like me, we get along, let's just move on." I smiled. "Okay. Then where do you want to eat?" Kara shrugged. "I don't know, someplace with burgers, I guess." With a shake of my head, I started towards the bedroom. "Nah. Something nice. A steakhouse or something." She followed me, and watched from the door as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, then my bra. "Megan, you don't have to do that." "It's okay. I want to. Let's just go enjoy some good food and relax." "Gordon's, then," she said finally. "Great." I pulled a decent sweater out of my closet and pair of khaki pants to match and went to bathe. Again, Kara followed me. I kept my eyes to myself as I stripped to my panties and started running my water. After some lily-blossom bubble bath, I retrieved my razor and some gel. Kara didn't go away. She just watched. I kept my eyes averted, pulled off my panties, and climbed in the big, old-fashioned bathtub, sighing as the hot water massaged my ass and legs. I sprayed a healthy gob of cream in my hand, lathered up one leg and started to shave. Kara watched from the door, her eyes dark, mysterious. After my legs and underarms, Kara still didn't leave. I hesitated, then decided I didn't care. I keep my pubic hair shaved because I like the feel of my skin against my underwear. I moved up onto the side of the tub, with my back against the wall, and braced one foot on the other side. Under Kara's scrutiny, I started to shave my muff. "That's pretty kinky," she said as I pulled my outer labia flat and ran the razor over them. I had only two days of growth, so it was easy. I shrugged. Kara smiled at me, then left. I finished, then got dressed. While she bathed, I waited on the couch. When we were ready, I drove us down to Gordon's. We took a seat in a corner booth, away from the other customers. It was dark in the corner, but nice. It was kind of late, and mostly empty. We ordered, and the waitress disappeared. Kara and I met each other's eyes several times, but neither of us said much. The food came, and we ate. I like steak, if it's not rare, and not burnt. Gordon's makes a perfect steak, all grey, with awesome spices and flavor. Kara ate hers pink, which made me think of sex. I guess I was smiling, because I suddenly realized she had stopped eating and said, "What?" I know I blushed. "Sorry. Just lost in thought." Kara went back to eating as if nothing had happened. I kept my eyes on my own plate after that. "Let's split a shake," she said when we finished. I nodded. When the waitress brought our shake, I moved around onto Kara's bench. We only had one straw. I started to wave to the waitress to bring another, but Kara shook her head. "We drink out of the same glass anyway." So, we shared the straw. "This is nice," Kara told me. "Yes," I said. "Thanks for not being mad. Putting everything behind us is best." "Not everything," Kara said, sipping at the shake. I looked at her. She paused for another sip, then looked directly into my eyes. "How can I forget what you tried to do. I'm not angry or anything, but I mean, that changes things." There it was. I had been expecting something like this, only then, after what she had said earlier, I had thought I had escaped. "Look. You're interested in me. That's a big thing. It's not something I can just forget, okay. It's not a bad thing. It's just something that isn't going to go away just because you said you're sorry." "Do you want me to move out?" "No, silly," she said, partially laughing. I was confused, so I didn't say anything more. "I want us to be friends, just like before. If that means I now have to wonder if you're checking out my ass when I walk away from you, then that's what it means, okay." She handed me the straw. I sipped at the frosty, but it had lost its appeal. I was scared, and ashamed, all over again. I hated myself for being that way. I gritted my teeth. What would a guy do? I took a deep breath. "So, your place or mine?" Kara laughed. I took another breath, then leaned over and kissed her. She froze, but I didn't relent. I caressed her lips with mine, gave myself to her. After a moment, I pulled away. "You deserve to be kissed," I told her. "You deserve good kissing. Yesterday, I was trying to get to that, but I messed it up. You had a bad day, and instead of helping, I fucked it up. You don't need me screwing up your emotions. You need a good, soft, gentle, thorough kiss." She was watching me, my Hawaiian goddess. "Mmmmm. What else do I deserve?" "You deserve to be held. Cuddled." I put my arm around her shoulders, pulled her close. "Protected. Not because you're not strong, not because you can't protect yourself, but because you shouldn't have to all the time." She smiled softly. Her eyes had turned glassy, dreamy. "Come on. Let's go home." After I paid for our meal, I took Kara's hand and we walked to the car. I drove us home in silence. We sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and found a silly romantic comedy. Our faithful puppy throw hung over the back of the couch, so I draped it over us, and put my arm around her again. Kara leaned against me, and we watched the movie. When the movie got to the ending, after the man got his girl and they lived happily, well, whatever, I turned Kara's face to mine with one finger and resumed that kiss. I kissed her every way I wanted to be kissed. She didn't kiss back, but neither did she pull away. When I stopped, she had that dreamy look again. "You're pretty good at that," she whispered. "What's your favorite sexual fantasy?" I asked her. "Well, usually, its to be taken by two or three guys until I'm covered in cum and my legs won't hold me up. Here lately, though, I've been having a different one." She looked at the TV for a while. "But where can you find two decent guys willing to get naked and maybe touch each other a little just to please a girl?" I shook my head. "They're happy enough to daydream that we're all bisexual, though," she continued. "They all want me to do another girl, you couldn't dream of asking them to even do it in front of another guy, let along let that guy join in." "What other fantasies?" I queried. "I don't know. Anything hot and steamy is good for me. Beaches and forests sound good. I'd like to do it in a pool once." She looked at me. "What about you? What are your fantasies?" There was a direct look in her eyes. She was prepared for my fantasies to involve her. "You don't want to know," I said. I looked away. I was blushing again. "Yes I do. Even if they're about me." She leaned close, as if tempting me to kiss her again. "Tell me." "No, I'm too dirty. Nasty." "I have this one fantasy were my guy licks my asshole while he fingers me until I cum. Dirty like that?" I shrugged. "Most of my fantasies lately just involve me being a guy and being able to please you. Before that, I daydreamed about getting peed on." My ears burned. My cheeks felt singed. Even my nose was hot. Kara closed her eyes and laid her head back on the couch. "Mmmmm," she said. "I don't have to pee right now." I waited. Was she really serious about all this? Was she really considering it? After a minute, "Would you lick your lover's asshole, Megan?" I cuddled next to her, rested my chin on her shoulder. My lips were right next to the honey-colored curve of her neck. I just loved her skin. I wanted to kiss her down to her collarbones. And then lower. "I think I would, if she really wanted something like that." "Have you ever done it before?" "No." I edged closer to her soft, perfect skin. "Would you like me to lick your asshole, Kara?" Her full, lovely lips parted and she took a slow, careful breath. The tip of her tongue grazed over her lips, mostly out of sight. I kissed her neck. Her skin was hot, hot and soft, like I imagined her pussy. I opened my mouth and breathed against her, in her ear. I felt motion below and realized that one of her hands was on my thigh. She squeezed my leg. Static hunger flicked upwards over my thigh, directly into my pussy. I salivated on both ends, and my nipples crimped into hard buds. "I could stand you over the washing machine, like you were yesterday," I whispered. "I could start at your neck, and kiss my way down your back until I get to that perfect little tush. I could slide my tongue along..." Megan's Magic Impromptu Spa I broke off because she turned her head fast. For a second, I thought I had disgusted her and she was fleeing. Then I felt her lips wrapped around my tongue, sucking me into her like a little finger, or a big clit. Kara pushed the throw aside and straddled me. Her breasts were at a perfect level to suckle, had she taken off her shirt. I considered doing just that, but she arched her neck low and kissed me again. She sucked at my tongue, lashed me with hers. Her hands lightly cupped wither side of my face, holding me up to her. And then she was pulling me up. When we were standing, she pulled me into a kiss even as she pulled me towards the kitchen. I followed, trying to keep my lips on hers. It was a challenge. We smeared each other, bumped each other, giggled, and tried again. She paused to catch her balance near the kitchen table, and I bumped into her. My breasts pressed against hers, and I wondered what it would be like to feel her bare chest on mine. Kara's kisses moved to my neck as she pulled me towards the pantry. One of her hands remained on my neck, but the other cupped the side of my breast. I followed eagerly, wishing her hand was on bare skin. After another kiss, we stood in the pantry. Kara took one arm and swiped the laundry off the top of the washer. She turned to face me. I kissed her. I felt her fingers fumbling between us and reached up to help her unzip her pants. I knelt, pulled her shoes and socks off, helped her out of her pants. She pulled her panties down at the same time, so I found myself face to face with her pussy. I almost leaned forwards and kissed her, but I remembered my rush yesterday. She wanted something else first, so I was going to give her that. When I straightened, she was biting her lip, watching me, her face low, her eyes sultry. I turned her around, pushed her close to the washer. My nails grazed her sides as I caught the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her hands stuck in the sleeves, so by the time I got her free and naked, she had her arms raised overhead. I glided my fingertips along the undersides of her arms, down her sides, to her hips. She panted, lowering her arms, and grabbed the sides of the washer. I stepped up behind her, settled my lips on her neck. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked her, then began kissing my way down her spine. "Yes," she panted. I used my tongue to trail over her skin as I reached the small of her back. "Is this what you wanted?" I repeated. "Mmmmm. Yes." She lowered her head. She stood with her feet apart, almost as wide as the washer. My tongue trailed down to the upper valley of the crack of her ass, so I knelt behind her. I put my hands on her cheeks, let her feel my skin against her butt. I used my thumbs to gently part her soft, squeezable tush. I could see into that shadowed cleft where the crinkle of her anus hid. The skin around that tight sphincter was the same color as her butt, so it was like she had no discoloration whatsoever. I loved it instantly. I brought my nose into the narrow crevice. I couldn't smell her ass yet, but I could smell her pussy. She smelled hot. I reached out with my tongue and licked either side of her inner ass cheeks. She quivered. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked one more time. "Yes," she rasped, her voice low and strained. "Do it." I parted her cheeks more, pushed my face into her crack, and licked her with one broad stroke from the narrow teardrop of the back of her pussy all the way up to where her pubic hair ended. She was sour and sweet at the same time, like a natural candy. I could smell her ass now, just a little. She was clean, fresh from our bathing, and so very hot. Kara moaned. I licked her again. My tongue flowed more smoothly this time, her hair being wet, her skin slick. At the back of her pussy, I tasted her, a bead of tangy honey, a thin syrup of girlness that stayed with my tongue. "Is that what you wanted?" I asked. Kara tilted her head back. "Oh, God, yes, do it again." Her words sounded weak, hollow, as if she could not get the air to speak properly. She sounded tightly wound, ready to explode. I used one hand to hold her cheeks apart, and with the other I pressed my thumb into her clit. She squirmed, shoved her ass back at me, pushing into my thumb. I licked at her labia, sucked at them, slurped at the budding honey in her hole, then licked up over her ass again. She groaned, her knees buckling. I smiled and attacked her ass with my tongue, first dabbing at it, then slipping into the tiny parting, the narrow fold where her sphincter opened. After a few moments of this, I shoved my tongue directly into her anus. Her sourness engulfed me. Kara squealed. I fucked her ass with my tongue. Kara writhed above me, and my thumb, sliding hard against her clit, slipped inside her pussy. She yelped, and then pulled herself off of me. I looked up at her, my hands and face smeared with her sex. Kara gazed down at me, saying nothing. I pushed her butt back against the washer and while looking into her eyes, I glued my mouth to her pubis. My tongue lashed over her clitoris, and her head slung back in response, sagging as if her neck had lost all rigidity. All strength. Her knees buckled at my sides, but the washer supported her weight. With my tongue parting her labia, I slid into her vagina, then back out and up over her clit. Panting, Kara caught the back of my head with one hand. She sucked in a long, slow breath, like a smoker taking a powerful drag. "Oh, baby, you do that so well. Don't stop. Better than my old boyfriends." I swept my tongue from side to side across her clit. Kara held her breath, began to tremble. I realized she was cumming, so I pushed harder, shoved two fingers into her pussy, and lathered her as hard as I could with my tongue. Kara threw her head back, then squeezed my head with her hands, and fucked my lips with her clit. I fought to get at her with my tongue, but her hips bucked too fast, too forcefully. I let her ride my face until she came back down, and then I smiled up at her. "Now I wish you were a man so you could finish the job inside me," she whispered, her breath loud in her mouth. I smiled at her. I loved looking up at the bottoms of her breasts, where they sagged a little against her ribs as she reclined over the top of the washer. I kissed her clit, drawing a smile and a gasp, then stood. With a slight smile, Kara caught my hand and guided me out of the pantry, across the kitchen, and towards the bathroom. I watched her back and her ass as we walked, entranced by her lovely curves. My Hawaiian goddess given flesh. In the bathroom, Kara pulled off my clothes. She dragged each article away from my skin, rubbing her fingers over me as she did, until I was as naked as she. With a hesitant hand, she cupped one of my breasts. I compressed beneath her fingers. She lifted that breast, as small as it was, and let my nipple slide against her palm as she released me. I loved it, loved the way each motion of her skin over mine drew traces of invisible sparks that seemed to focus in the nipple itself. My pussy mirrored that tingle, ached as if to open, and gathered a searing, liquid heat unto itself that threatened to stream down my legs. Kara guided me into the tub, where she started running water. She had me down on my hands and knees, and she straddled my back, close to my hips. Suddenly I felt her fingers on my ass. I sucked in a breath as she slid them, wet and warm, down around the curves of my butt and into the furrow of my pussy. She pulled me apart, gently touched my moist clit with one finger. I dropped my head, my elbows sagging, and my hair dipped into the water. She wasted no time. One of her fingers slipped inside my wetness, while she rubbed my clit intently with her other hand. She strummed me like a harp, flicking her fingers across my button until I was bucking against her, trying to fuck with my hips. Kara giggled, then, and I felt something hot hit my back, up where she was sitting. Her fingers rubbed along my clit, faster and faster. My hips rocked, fucking at the finger she slipped inside me, in and out, in and out. The heat on my back rolled, boiling quicksilver, down along the crack of my ass. I sucked in a strained breath. She was peeing on me. The hot liquid dashed down over my ass. It flowed into my cunt, where her fingers thrust again and again. The wet heat trailed along her fingers as they crossed my clit, adding steamy naughtiness to the slick sensation of her fingers over my sex. Her urine slid down my thighs and into the bathwater. I dropped my head lower. My forehead touched the water. I bucked my hips, thrashing against her fingers. Her pee swept over me. Bathed my posterior. Filled my pussy. Licked at my ass the way I had licked hers. I couldn't get enough air. Her fingers pulled me apart, spread me like a cock, smeared her pee inside me. My clit throbbed. My cervix flashed into white-hot lightning. I panted. I sucked in a breath. As my orgasm hit me, my face sank into the water. I jerked like a thing possessed. I somehow held my breath. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. A golden tingle raced along my spine. I ripped my head back and forth, my forehead running across the smooth bottom of the tub. My pussy contracted around her fingers, tightening until I forced her out. My ass clenched. My thighs parted, and I pushed backwards until my cunt sank into the water like my face. Kara lost her seat, but she kept her footing and kept her fingers on my clit. Every rub of her hand was another thrust, another fuck of my hips. My air was running out, and the sideways motion of my head slowed. Spots of light filled my vision. And then her fingers were around my neck and chest, pulling me up out of the water. She was still peeing. I felt it shower over my back, over my shoulders. I sat up, heaving, grinning, as she knelt beside me. Her stream of faint yellow slowed to a trickle. I watched her peeing into the bathtub, her thighs splayed from the way she was crouching. I reached out with one finger and rubbed it through her pussy, catching a trail of her urine over my skin. Looking into her eyes like I had done before, I brought her pee to my lips, sucked it off my finger, tasted of her. She was a little salty, like a guy's pre-cum, with just a trace of her pussy flavor. I sucked my finger into my mouth, licked it clean as she watched, her eyes wide. "You're nasty, girl," Kara whispered through a smile. "Are you okay? I like your lips, but I really wasn't planning on doing CPR tonight." I grinned at her, reached for her, kissed her, bore her to the bottom of the tub. Her arms went around my waist as I pushed my cunt down against her pubis. My outer labia spread around her mound, parting as I rubbed my clit down into her groove. Our sexes touched, and I cried out. She was hot and wet and slick, and her thighs spread beneath me, wrapping around me, pulling me down onto her. In my mind, I heard her earlier words. Would that I was a man, with a solid cock to fuck her. The vision made me imagine my flesh piercing her, thrusting, stabbing deep. In my mind, I felt her vulva against my sack, against the base of my cock, felt her inner muscles around me. What would it feel like? Better than the way her button mashed against mine? The weight of my body gave our sex pressure, and my fucking was quick, frenzied. I slid up and down along her, while she cupped my breasts as if feeling a new thing. Between sultry looks and heavy breaths, she tipped her mouth forwards, suckled at my little nipple, pulled me between her teeth. I gasped as a spasm ricocheted along my spine, and I knew I was close again. "Pee on me now," she whispered. I felt like a man as she looked up at me. Is this one position, being over a woman, what makes men so dominant? It fits, in my mind, as if by being a surrogate man, I know I have a place above her. It's not a permanent place, not a right to control her, but I can see how it could lead to that sort of thinking. It was a powerful feeling. It made my pussy tighten, the heat within sear my insides. "Pee on me," she said again. "Keep it fair." She cupped my chin with one hand and my ass with the other. "I want to feel your hot piss running down over me. I'll lick your ass afterwards, to keep it fair." I shook my head between thrusts. "I can't." Her dirty words caught me, though. I was hooked. My orgasm was coming. I slowed my fucking, tried to pace it out, but the tension was already there. "That's it, Baby," Kara whispered. "Cum over my pussy. Make me wetter." She was already wet. Her mouth parted. I dropped lower. I cupped her ass with one hand, one finger seeking her nether mouth. She gasped when I touched her anus. Her breasts jiggled with every impact of my clit against hers. Mine did too. We jiggled together. We panted together. With my finger slipping inside her, we came together. I flopped against her body like a dying fish. My tits mashed into hers. My pussy rode over her groin, then dipped down over her clit, then back up. She writhed beneath me, a wet serpent I could not control. We lost contact with our genitals, so she cupped our pussies, one with each hand, and fingered us through our climaxes. Fire swept up from my clit, made my insides tighten almost painfully. It was a sweet pain, and my entire body tensed to match it. My nipples dragged across hers. My mouth slobbered against her neck. I thrust my slit against her fingers, felt a squeal begin low in my throat and explode through my mouth, becoming a gasp as she moaned beneath me, humping my finger in her ass and her own hand. When it ended and I slowly returned to myself, I decided I was glad she had not filled the tub very full. As I lay atop her, my chin on her shoulder, her calves sagging against my ass, I found my face partially in the water. It gently lapped against my cheek, teased the lower corner of one eye, and threatened to race up one nostril with every breath. It was a little scary, but I was too tired to move yet. "Are you okay?" Kara asked me. "Never better," I gasped. "Never better." "I'm glad we did this. I never knew a girl could make me feel so good. Hell, I've never gotten as good an orgasm from a guy." "You have to find one who's patient, who'll see to your needs as well as his own," I told her. "They're out there. I had one, one time. He was fun." "What happened?" I shrugged. "He transferred to another college. Distance made things complicated. We broke up." "Oh. Sorry." "It's fine. If he hadn't gone, I never would have started experimenting. In a way, that's good, because I've found a lot that I missed out on before." "And now you've shown me," Kara said with a smile. "I don't think I want to give up men, but this has been very...ah...fun." "Well, you came to the right place," I told her, with a quick kiss on her perfect lips. "Megan's Magic Impromptu Tender Moments Spa, where you get only kisses and caresses." She looked up at me, dark-skinned goddess, sultry and dirty and hungry. "Shall I lick your ass now?"